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TeenInk "I'm a firm believer in Karma." - Emma Watson in Sofia Coppola's The Bling Ring featured at Cannes Film Festival... http://t.co/AtwVoR8xyT

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TeenInk "If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it — I might be writing in my dreams." http://t.co/0FUP7fyJcB

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  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    Oscar and the Helium Balloon Oscar was trapped inside a helium balloon. To most of us, it would seem remarkable to be trapped inside a helium balloon, but to Oscar it was merely another notable occurrence in the legacy that was his life. It would one day be added to the list of tales that his hun...
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    Your life is at a standstill; time just slips away. All the tasks you could be doing; untouched where they lay. The grueling work, the mundane chores, and sometimes recreation; Sorrow, boredom, anger, hate, excitement, and elation; You can’t have what the world offers; be it tangible or not. ...
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    The streets of the city are dusky and gray, The sky shrouded black like a cloak. The Dreamers are home from another long day; Their eyes carry bags just like smoke. Yes, their eyes carry bags just like smoke. They stoke up their fires and sit for awhile, The silence unbroke...
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    Don’t paint the canvas with your brush In perfect, measured strokes. Letting mathematical skill do the work; Art’s a flame you’re unwilling to stoke. Don’t keep the pigments on your palate In tiny, cloistered pools. Never allowing the colors to mingle; To be mixed by hand or tool. ...
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    A shelf on the wall more rich with tomes Than clouds in a stormy sky. I reach a hand to the topmost shelf, Where the dust retracts with a sigh. My fingers find what they're looking for And they grasp the worn leather with care. As the hand comes back down to its master, Years of dust float ...

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