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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Let's read one of those stories where everything turns out happy in the end. Where the knight is strong and handsome, the princess beautiful, and the wicked dragon easily defeated. Not so scary after all. (I know, it's sexist that the knight saves the princess, but come on - it�...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    I'm crying again With you I lose either way Guess I'll never learn...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    I never quite know what I'm doing. Life - guess I lost the instructions....
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    I'm coming, my darling, just wait but a minute - I have to put on a face. They're all here, in the trunk with the rusty gray latch and the cover of dusty old lace. We will go, we will go! to the masquerade ball away from this desolate place, Yes, I hear you a callin�...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The sky is the palest blue and nearly cloudless except for a few white puffs that lazily drift away, away, away over the sea. Sun on my face is warm, as is the wind that blows through my hair. Out of control, it flies around my face, the split ends stinging when they get in my eyes. T...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I've never cut myself. I was too scared. Once or twice, a while ago, I put the blade from a pair of scissors to my forearm with a trembling hand. The steel was cold. I closed my eyes and pressed down, but not hard enough to break the skin. It would be so simple... just a little farther and my ski...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I'm sure, now. I wasn't before, but I'm sure now. They're coming. It's coming. Coming for me. Who? Oh, you know, don't pretend. They took you, too. And then They made you like Them. That's the worst part. You were special, a spot of color in a dark world, but Th...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    It's our weekly ritual. "Jenni?" "I'm up, Mom." Silence. There's been a lot of silence between us lately. And then, "Your sister would like you to come." The ball's back in my court. I let it stay there, turning onto my side and pullin...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    she sits and smiles and smiles and sits and nods her head and tries to ignore the blood leaking from her fingertips. drops of red rain....
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I draw my feet up onto the toilet so they can't be seen from under the stall door and rest my head on my knees. Maybe if I curl in on myself enough, I can hold back the screams that push at my lips, begging to be released. Maybe I can fill the throbbing emptiness in my gut. Or maybe I can�...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The woods are never quieter than they are tonight. The birds have all abandoned this desolate place and the chirping insects have all perished. A hush has fallen upon the world, and nothing is willing to break the fragile spell. Even the snow is silent as it lands, although I strain my ears for any ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She likes the abandoned places. Not empty ones, not the bedroom with the closed door or the kitchen after everyone is asleep. The abandoned ones, the ones where no one has ever set foot. The deepest part of the forest, beneath the tangle of thorns and creepers where the trees whisper...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    And now the first flakes settle silently on the frost-kissed grass outside the window. Soon they will pile up, up on top of the small green things that poke curious heads out of the still-warm earth. Freezing, crushing, gripping ice. You can watch as the world turns white, killing ...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    I don't cry while reading books. It's not that I don't care about the characters. They just don't move me to tears, no matter how touching the story or how beautiful the prose. Tuesdays With Morrie changed that. In fact, it changed my outlook on the world. In this memoir by Mitch Albo...
  • Hot Topics > Community Service
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    Community service. Volunteerism. Activism. Outreach. All of these terms have one thing in common - helping others. Whether it's through tutoring, cleaning up a local park, or raising money to help fund cancer research, community service plays a role in every high school student's life. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Do you remember those summer Sundays - coming home from church and then romping in the woods until the sun set? You let your hair swing free and climbed to the tops of the tallest trees. Child of the forest. No longer a child, though. Each day is spent working, studying late into the ni...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    His stage is lifeless, cold cement and tile turned gray with filth and the roar of the train replaces applause. The dingy lights illuminate the empty case at his feet. The artist raises the instrument to his chin, its glossy mahogany finish gleaming dully. The bow is gently placed on taut...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When I was six, I went down to the stream Splashing and swimming Making mud pies in my big red bucket. The frogs and crayfish kept me company And I would catch them and set them free. The water moved on. So did time. When I was nine, I went down to the stream. Now too old for mud pies, I ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    “We regret to inform you that your essay has not been selected …” I closed the e-mail quickly, trying to pretend I hadn't seen the emotionless form letter staring back at me. Again. I had failed again. Months of painstaking researching, writing, and editing just for another form letter ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The band builds the crescendo until it's unbearably loud, a dissonant chord begging to be resolved. Then, suddenly, everyone cuts off as one - the rest before the climax, the calm before the storm. I see the drum major's arms quickly come down once, twice, three times, four, and then... An...

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