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Gripping the key in my hand is so cold; so hard and unnerving. I keep squeezing until the key is pressing so sharply into my skin it hurts. I walk right out of the empty room, leaving my scattered stuff on the floor. It doesn’t matter anyway. I just need to find you, since you didn’t answer your... - Opinion > Pop Culture / TrendsThese days on the internet, there is a battle going on. Some don’t see it, some fight for it. This epic and raging war is between two groups of people: Bronies and Pegasisters against haters. If you don’t know what a brony or pegasister is, it is someone who enjoys watching the show My Little...
- Opinion > Love / RelationshipsI want to post this for one reason. To wake some of you up. Here is the best piece of advice you will ever hear, it comes in a few parts: 1. Don’t wait for someone to save you. If you honestly think someone is coming, your knight in shining armor maybe, is coming to rescue you from the dragons, ...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceGrowing up, like all little sisters, I revered my older sister, C let’s call her. But at the time I didn’t know she was friendless and lonely. I only saw this cool smart girl who read all the time. So I started to read too. Whenever she would lock herself in her room, I would make a long chain ...
- Fiction > All FictionThis time of the year, cool days were few in the south. So in this small southern town it was not uncommon to wake up slick with sweat, and to sleep in thin garments. The older citizens would wake up and wade through the sticky heat that had already seeped into the morning. Then they would get ready...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI am nothing but a person. I am not extraordinary, or magnificent, I am flat, plain 2D in a 3D world. I could leave without a trace. So why do you talk to me? I walk down the halls alone, but you run up and chat my ear off about the way wind can sing sweeter, than any bird that lived. I listen in...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe sky cries down on me. Does it feel sad? The sky doesn’t break. Does it want to? The sky screams with thunder. Does it feel pain? The sky flashes? Does it have a camera? I love this sky. Does it love me? I hate it to. Does it hate me? I feel so safe under this sky. Doe...
- Fiction > All FictionThink about when you were younger, like 6. Life was so simple right? You didn’t like someone? You told them but maybe the next day you like them. Something happen? Easy to classify it as good or bad, right or wrong, black and white. That was how it was and always will be in the minds of kids, blac...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe world bustles around me, filling my ears with snippets of gossip, opinions on politics, complaints about too hot or too bitter of coffee. The world moves around me, but I don’t care. The blank page in front of me taunts me, wanting my pencils lead to smudge the page with some semblance of bril...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionAiming my arrow towards the tree, I pick a target and then release. Thwap! The arrow hits the middle of the tree and sticks there. Enough Practice for the day. I walk over and retrieve the arrow. It comes out after a bit of tugging and the wood leaves a splitter in my hand. I tug it out, with a bit...
- Fiction > All FictionOn TV, you always see pretty people fall in love with pretty people and then live pretty lives and live happily ever after. My fairy tail ending was stolen from me. No, I didn’t lose my love to death, a friend, or a broken relationship. My love was stolen from me at birth. You hear stories abou...
- Fiction > All FictionThe sun blared through the window, harsh against my eyes. Why couldn’t it take a break, let it be cloudy, or just go away. I don’t want to pull the blinds, because then I couldn’t paint. The mountains looming in the distance are purple in reality, but in my world I paint them in a deep red, in...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe day was bleak and cold, leftover from winter, even though it was now the middle of April. If you looked up the only thing you would see is a blanket of clouds, covering all blue in the sky and blotting it out to a dull gray. Even the sun couldn't be seen from behind the clouds. Looking o...
