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I wonder what month I'm going to die in. I hope it's a beautiful month, and that it's the best month of someone's life. I hope that on the day I die, a girl gets her first kiss, and that she'll be so overjoyed and filled with a bad case of the butterflies. I hope that on the... - Fiction > RomanceSpecks of brightly colored biodegradable strips dancing through the crisp, New York air. The smells of champagne and sweat wafting and weaving in between dancing bodies. Lights flashing every which way. Jancy twists her ring uneasily around her fingers, numb and raw. Shouts and laughs and cheerful b...
- Fiction > RomanceMint Delancey clutches her tin lunch box in her hands. She enjoys these visits to the Sunnydale Brooke Rest Home, every second Thursday of the month, every month. Mint waves to her mother from the cleanly polished steps of Sunnydale Brooke, and with a twist, her feet guide her effortlessly throug...
- Fiction > RomanceBirds were chirping softly, as they perched upon the intertwining branches of the old oak tree. Leaves fluttered delicately to the ground, in a synchronized choreography, kissing the ground and gracing the blades of grass before settling down in a bed of grace. Miles Matterson took note of each ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI remember when Nicole Richards was in my fifth grade sex ed class. We sat next to each other for the first couple days, because nobody wanted to sit next to her. I heard she smelled like sweat. She scooted next to me and when I didn’t scoot away, I guess she assumed we were friends, and that’s ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI've been counting your footsteps And twirling my hair But there's nothing I can do To make you care Have you counted your blessings And bathed in the sun For the past is nothing You can run away from I've been counting the lashes That fall from my eyes And t...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt’s 12:22, right about the time you said goodnight, I think it was a Saturday, correct me if I’m not right. You said that you loved me, or something along those lines But I wasn’t quite sure about what I was getting into at the time. As the waves crashed outside from below, And throu...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionIf you ever find yourself in Louisiana, and you’re wandering aimlessly around from town to town without any direction or clue, drive yourself down the road a little, past the barns and the plains, and you’ll find yourself in the center of Rosedale Hill. Deep in the humid, muggy center of Louisia...
- Fiction > All FictionHow many humid, rainy summer nights had she spent looking out her foggy window, huddled in her fleece blanket and loafers? The wind would be blowing vigorously through the trees, shoving them every which way, their leaves slipping out of the branches’ grasps. The charcoal streets would glisten, bl...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionPART ONE Want. We all want things. Money. Happiness. Success. Love. The reality of it all is that the only thing that keeps most of us holding on, is in the back of our minds, a little flame is lit, reminding us that no strings are left loose in the end. In the end,...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’ve got curly hair A little past my chest now. My curly hair Comes from a strange mix Of African-American And Chinese blood. I joined the swim team In the fifth grade. And the chlorine monster Ate away at my ends. I had to cut it. It was too short, And bleached and Dead. I...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt hides the bruise on my right shoulder. The one that I got, while riding in that shopping cart, When we went to the Rite-Aid before school, In the parking lot. I didn’t trust you enough to let you catch me, Because I didn’t think you’d be able to. You’d think I was fat, being 112. Y...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’ve got writer’s block today I really can’t think straight My mind is running away from me I’m out of rhymes to create. I’m not sure what to write about I just want to travel the world But I’m too young to drive… I’m just a 13 year old girl. There’s so many places I wa...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’ve searched the world, Traveled over the ocean And across the land, To find the smallest Of sparks. I’ve climbed over the mountains And flown above the land, And re-invented myself, For the faintest of calls, Of some original taste. I’ve tested the waters, People and faith, B...
- Poetry > All PoetryLet’s get together And paint the sky With pinks and purples And sprinkle the grass With dewy mist Let’s get together And conquer the ocean And be prince and princess Of the ever-lasting sea Let’s get together And travel the world Then settle down in Brazil And own our own bana...
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