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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Here is a skeleton-thin girl staring out the window at the setting sun. She runs her hands over the wood, clenching it with her protruding knuckles. Her sister runs into the ocean, laughing and scaring seagulls. The girl sighs, squeezing her eyes shut. She wishes that she could join her and run, for...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    He was with her. Then she was gone. He knew. She was gone. He wanted he back. How do you adjust to not having her? Chapter 1: one I used to know her. I used to be able to tell, Just by the sound of her breath What she was feeling. I used to touch her smooth skin, So like the moon, Like the o...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I open my eyes for the first time. the world is bright brilliant. My shell falls to pieces coating the ground with broken dreams and false hopes. The clad air is a shock to my skin. My thoughts return flooding my brain with new learning. my feet toch the hard ground. My hands w...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    I can feel the metal inside my slick palm, slowly warming to the touch. Calm down, I tell myself. Calm. The lion on the other side of the gate isn’t about to devour you. My stomach is queasy, almost rejecting the meager meal I had last night. I close my eyes but all I can see is red. Blood coats t...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    “Umm...,” I giggle pointing to Lulu, Marasha’s pink, potbelly pig. “Is that a hat?” It is. The pig’s ears are sticking out at awkward angles under the miniature felt hat. I laugh. Marasha glares at me from behind her dark hair. “God, Emma! Can’t you understand?” I shake my head,...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    This was the most badly written books I have ever had the misfortune to put my hands upon. When the boring, overly-perfect, shallow Bella Swan comes to live in the tiny town (there just had to be a tiny town to make the book even less realistic) of Forks, she doesn't expect to fall in love wit...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    My heart is thumping In rhythm with the big drum The ground is shaking People are dancing Outside the moon is rising My burdens are gone...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Here, my mind reaches out to her. So does my hand, floating in the infinite galaxy. So do my tears, breaking away from my face as if to follow him from here to wherever he went. I feel the heartbeat of the planet beneath my back, so much like her beating heart beneath my hand. Her heart that sang it...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    He was gone. Gone with the rest of them. She buried her head in her velvet pillow, fighting back tears. A small flicker of hope arose in her stomach. She grabbed her phone and dialed his number quickly, not needing to look down. “Hey! This is Evan! I’m no here right now, so you can leave a mes...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    She scrabbled at the dirt, her fingers rough and bruised from the work. Just a little more time, a little more time. Her head aced withexhaustion, but her body was on auto pilot, her eyes staring straight at the ground. She breathed quicly, her arms trembling, and her heart thumpinbg madly in her ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    They move in, their daggers like slivers of moonlight. And then Cassius stabs. The pain rips through my shirt I cry out my white coat now red. My vision clouds over. I can feel daggars like needles pierce me but my pain is too much to care. And I catch his eye. My friend who...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    Noel died on Monday after a long struggle with kidney disease. He will never be buried. His obituary will never be put in the paper. His life will never be famous. He will never have a tombstone. Because Noel was a cat. But he was more. Noel was a devoted friend and companion. When I put my do...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    Why did ya leave me her and on my own hand on the telephone waiting for a call to say you're still here. You led me away, my only distraction. I'm not the same now that you've gone. CHORUS: It was to perfect, a true love for me. They say I'm different I say I'm...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    He sits there. Head in hands. His daughter's voice echoes in his hollow mind. It was Horrific. Beautiful in a stark, dead, sort of way. He kissed her goodbye, and she made him promise to come home. And today houses blown apart magnificent explosions so many colors and he shie...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    To the Editor of the North Star, I came from the south. I came from the land of plantations, from the land of Slaves. I left all that. Here is where the Abolitionist Movement is. And here is where I wish to be. When I was six, my father took me to a slave auction. I saw him bid for a slave for...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    There she is, staring at something on the bed. I want to cry, but the tears won't come. I yell for her, but she doesn't hear. My hand reaches instictivly to caress her face, her frecles pale under her untidy red hair. She stirs at my touch, but I can tel that she feels only a breeze. My h...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I stare into the bright, sunny day. The garden looks marvelous, the sun is shining. What more could a 14-year-old girl want? A lot, I think angrily. For instance, why can’t mom be here? Why did she have to choose this summer of all summers to take that TV job in New Mexico? Why am I stuck at...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    No! We can’t leave here! Blood thumps like thunder in my ears as I run, From my father, Bearer of bad news, From my mother, Sitting quietly beside him, I do not understand. I do not accept. No! We can’t leave here! Where, like a small scared bird, I learned to ride a bike, Where I g...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    7:00 a.m. The slight smell of evergreen meets her nose, finding it’s way deep into her brain. It pulls distant memories into her mind. She opens her eyes, face pointed toward the grey white sky, specked by the tops of trees. She begins to spin, around and around, until she has lost all sense...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    PART ONE For days now, we’ve hidden in shrubs, tired, scared, and constantly on the brink of giving up. It’s so hard to run all night, and then not get any sleep in the day because there’s a kind of fear eating at your brain. The fear that Massa’s gonna come and take us back. We left i...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    I stand on the dirt ground, my bare feet rough and calloused. The barbed wire fence is at its tallest here. I have to crane my neck to see the top. I wish I were a bird. They can fly. Fly over the fence. Away from this god-forsaken place. Away from Poland, from Europe, over the sea to Britain, wh...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    Sophie opens her eyes hesitantly. Brightness nearly blinds her. This place can’t be on earth. But it has to be. She doesn’t move. The last thing she can remember is a cliff. A shout. Yells. Wind rushing. Falling. Meeting the earth. Impact. A searing pain in her back. And then just dreadful noth...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    12:56 a.m. Nationwide News Broadcast, CNN “Now, we have our most unusual story. Today, at 12:27 a.m., a local girl got on an elevator at Reagan National Airport. The elevator went up one floor. There was a malfunction, and the elevator stopped between floors for one minute and eleven seconds. W...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    When I was little I didn't know what had happened. My parents grew reclusive, and money grew tight as a result. I asked where she was, but they didn't tell me, their eyes blank to the word, their minds filled with sorrow. And then he was gone too, gone in a flash. It didn't seem fair...
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    The dark night was illuminated by the backlights of cars. I slumped in the back seat, scrolling through my ipod playlist. I pulled my coat tightly around me, shivering. It was cold. My older brother elbowed me in the ribs. “Wacha doin’?” I scowled. “What’s it look like I’m doing?...

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