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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Bring intestines and two-ply paper for neatness; we can serrate the truth, bludgeon the body and singe the breasts, retying teeth in a flycatcher; pectoral muscles remember flight, tendinitis is a scar verbatim. Now deliver me the carnivorous sculptress, the hangman: a translator ...
  • Opinion > Points of View
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    The class was chaotic. All around the room, students were practically trembling, faces contorted in comic horror. Arms were thrown up into the air, as if begging for salvation, and desperate students pleaded, “How can you do this to us?!” A mere homework assignment was the cause of this commotio...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The Gypsy boy On the first birch bough, Twigs in his hair and Eyes like a magpie, While up above a crow Plaits circles in the gray Empty gloom....
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I wanted to be that girl, decked out in a froth of glittering feathers, plaited and leaf-like under the harsh grate of a spotlight. Confident and utterly delicate as she glides with the inhuman grace of a winged sprite. Lovely and delicate and brimming with untold whispers and flawlessly poised grac...
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    Revealed midriffs, spandex stretched thinner than plastic wrap, shorts that are barely an inch below the buttocks. They swing their rackets, chip their balls, and pump their legs, while sponsors nod with silent approval. “It’s definitely degrading,” comments Melissa, a freshman Junior Va...
  • Hot Topics > Bullying
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    Dear People, The following letter is my formal confession and apology. You see, I am that Person. That Person you hate. That person she hates, he hates, they all hate. You hate me because I hate you. I’m that Person who smirks and shrugs and screams and hates. The Person who manages...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    In winter’s eye We purl and wheeze The hiss of tripping gales. In summer’s throat We scuttle and simper On pavement black with boils. In fall’s whittled nose We furrow and quail Beneath the aching of boughs. In spring’s etched palm We gaze and sidle On murmuring greens and bl...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    It all began with a simple, mildly rhetorical question: “Have you ever tried hip-hop?” And so I was launched into the incredible world of glass-shattering pop music, baggy sweatpants, and anti-leg-warmer sentiment. To a proud and conservative bunhead, it’s a world entirely mind-blowing. ...
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    Have you ever seen a window on a rainy day? From the inside, I mean. When the rain is nothing but an external hum, and the chill is but a wisp of a lingering scent. And you look out the window, with its viscous beads perspiring against the stony glass. Wavering, shivering with the distant cold, ...
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    The skyline spikes with the pristine glass of heaven-ward towers, faceless and arched in stainless steel, reflecting the splintered docks of the fish-cloyed coast, the listless grey clouds that bend with the breath of a squatting smog. The air tastes of gasoline, bitter and medicinal, and of the ev...
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    Wisps of unsung possibility Infinite palpability. Thumbprints sidled against Well-worn creases, Pages turned downward in Remembrance. Fingers soothed against Flaking covers, Speckled pixilation in Syncopation. An image, Blotched script, The space between the lines. Paper, unassuming, A...
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    Find me. The saccharine pain Of seasalt raw on his tongue Sand glazed over Glass bottle. Feet against Fractured Crystalline murmurs. Frayed white satin Snagged on the calloused roughness Of sweat-darkened, well-worked hands And a dampened brow. Veins of ink In rocketing slather M...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    When I was in seventh grade, I traveled to Costa Rica with my best friend, a handful of classmates, and my unusually young biology teacher. Her excessive youth must have warped her logic, enough to fly eight sweaty, hormonal pre-teens to a lonely village about the size of a Walmart with an unfortuna...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    The world is ending, and I dyed my hair blue. Iced Raspberry, the shade is called. Gone are the trends of 3099, those tacky orange bobs and transparent skirts: the New Year has dawned, and with it comes new styles and fashions and masks. The new mask designs were recently released by the health...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    I wish there had been some sort of momentous epiphany. A metaphorical light-bulb, an enlightened realization, maybe even a divine order. As you can see, I have a taste for the dramatic. I mean, if the ultimate revelation had been up to me, I’d hire a lilting cherub with gilded wings, cooing wit...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Metallic ringing, grinding singing, glazed eyes tacked with graceless slack-jawed gazes, whirring gears and brimming thoughts, rusted to a gossamer glass, standstill. The monster's jaw cranked wide....
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The blackness of the alley was a claw at my throat, choking away my screams. Beside me, I sensed the soft scattering of rats among the dumpster bins, the shriek of nails warring against sheet metal. With a careful step forward, I placed my hand on my nylon duffel bag, my hand desperately seeking i...
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    Often I ponder, of life's glamoured light, And all the gorges it holds, How life is twisted and deep and true, and sometimes I can’t help but wonder… I wonder why beauty is so important I wonder why fear exists in the world I wonder if I will die with any regrets I wonder if igno...
  • Opinion > Pop Culture / Trends
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    As technology threatens to consume nostalgia, an admittedly dramatic question rises above the rest: to e-read or not to e-read. Whether to suffer the slings and arrows of bulky, tree-killing paperbacks, or turn to the ever-popular solution: electronic readers. Many argue that e-readers are efficie...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Beneath the rays of summer sun, laughter springs and the world shines for us....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I’m homeless I’ve no where to go Beggin in front of the laundry store on 6th street Coins falling into my hat And always a few disgusted looks my way Counting my money Barely a dollar today I take all my savings this week Buy me some food and a bottle of booze I see another man just lik...
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    Harmonious vigor, Showcased in glass as the Jewel-polished, Damply hazy Serenely pulsing Water. Breathing gently, obedient. The billowing waves lapping like curtains Brought into the sun-dewed draft of Infant breezes, Against the roughened shore, sighing tranquilly, The whistle of Apollo...
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    Poems and plays Sonnets and sayings There once was a man who did them all The Bard he was fondly called For writing plays he had a knack And in true talent he never lacked From Hamlet to Othello to Twelfth Night And thirty-seven more he did write A true poetical pioneer, H...
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    Start with a dash of subtle warmth, And a sprinkle of pure caring, Add a pinch of sacrifice And a hint of true courage. Pour in an ounce of affection And a spoonful of commitment. Hopefulness and faith Add in large amounts. A drop of honesty And a bi...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    Underneath the luminous glow of the spotlight, the play’s lead actor passionately recites Hamlet’s monologue before a packed house. The captivated audience members sit on the edge of their seats, excited to hear the most renowned monologue in the world. Undoubtedly, William Shakespeare, the wr...

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