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- Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
There was a fire in the sky, with flames of pink and red, glittered with gold as its light fell upon the darkening land. From her perch, Yue watched as the sun succumbed to the grey of twilight. She rested her head tiredly against the rough face of the castle wall, closing her eyes to listen to the ... - Reviews > Movie ReviewsIn the past few years, Disney has rebuffed old fairytale favorites to fit modern standards. Long dead are the pale, weak princesses who sit around waiting for Prince Charming to slay the dragon and save them. Tangled—Disney’s woman-empowering spin on Rapunzel—features a frying-pan wielding her...
- Nonfiction > Academic“Beware the Romulans, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Red Matter, and shun The Frumious Nero!” Okay, so most people who have seen Alice in Wonderland know that this is not how Lewis Carroll wrote the poem “Jabberwocky”, anymore than the Star Trek fans ...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceWe live, and then we die. It seems so simple, but as a human to another human, death, like life, is never simple. His face flushed a dull pink, and then a bright crimson. His chubby cheeks were like two red cherries as his body fought to reclaim a breath that could not be taken. His grubby hands...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperiencePadded chair with arms too long; plastic protector crinkling as I slide in.I'm nervous, but I try not to show it as the anesthesiologist puts a BP cuff on my arm, a pulse monitor on my finger, and a gas mask on my nose. My heart beats audibly on a screen,and suck in the gas in quick deep gulp...
- Fiction > RomanceIf my life was a flower, it'd be a rose, with bright red petals dulling to a wrinkled, dying brown. And You'd be the thorns, blackened and menacing. I'm not sure why I stay, when everyone, my mom, my friends, the bruises you leave on my skin all tell me to dump your loser butt on the ...
- Fiction > RomanceHer lips, bright red, like a cherry,parted slightly as he leaned in to kiss her again, and for a moment, she thought she might convince him to stay. His hands clutched her bare white skin desperately, his eyes full of a wild love that would vanish as soon as he left; got into his luxurious Italian s...
- Poetry > Free VerseLike a weed with long, selfish roots, you choke the life out of me. With dagger-like fangs sunk in my flesh, you suck me dry. Your hate filled words are coarse, unyielding hands that drag me under, and drown me. But somehow, we are still bound to one another. To separate two hearts like ours ...
- Fiction > All FictionWhen I was five, I threatened to run away. My parents smiled and told me to take my clothes off and leave all my personal belongings with them since it was their money that paid for all my things. Now that I was seventeen, I decided just to leave them a note; one with four simple words: ‘I love hi...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureCandice watched the girl from a distance, clutching onto the red pole so she wouldn’t fall over when the subway train screeched to a halt. She knew everything about this girl; that her name was Samantha, but she preferred to be called Sam; that blonde wasn’t her natural color, but because she wa...
- Poetry > Free VerseI stared blankly into the lens. Trying to block out the soft whispers Of the pencils kissing the page; Trying to ignore the teasing swish Of the paintbrushes against canvas. My hand ached to hold my trusty wand, the kind that birthed brilliant sunsets, Chaotic scenes, and the impossible. ...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou are breathless, listening hard. Don’t breathe; you’ll miss it, the soft murmur of her feet, kissing the air. The dancer is quick and lithe, her movements chaotic as she twists and turns; like a ninja in the night, almost completely silent; her satin shoes barely touching the cold floor. T...
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