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  • Opinion > Discrimination
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    It is 8:30 p.m. on December 21, 2006. Kyleigh D’Alessio was always making someone laugh. She was enthusiastic about life and a student athlete, playing both varsity soccer and lacrosse. She was one of three passengers in a car driven by a 17-year-old when the teenager, supposedly drunk driving, lo...
  • Opinion > School / College
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    “When I was in high school, I had to walk uphill both ways.” That’s what my Grandfather told me, the oldest of three kids and his first grandchild to go to high school, the summer before the first day. I often ponder how that even related to my situation. I mean, I have to walk to school every...
  • Opinion > Current Events / Politics
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    66 years to this very month, Israel became a nation and was recognized by the United Nations. A large part in its formation is thanks to the work of Zionists and the U.N. in the years after the Holocaust. Israel was to become once more a Jewish homeland. Its only flaw was that Israeli land was home ...
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    When you were a little kid, about 4 or 5 years old, you may have played “house”. What you were playing typically mirrored the stereotypically “perfect” American family like in one of those 1950s ads. There was a son or daughter, some weird kid pretending to be the family dog, and there was a...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Sunsets drifting behind mountain tops Artfully crafted by river otters in the sky Rarely does God take such a curious form Ants sing while marching up mountains of their own creation Here on ant mountains they do not speak of God...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    “there are too many poems about the loss of innocence,” she smirked, reaching in the junk drawer and pulling out a white crayon, “and too many that rhyme.” that night she dreamt of silver teardrops escaping translucent eyelids and floating like hot air balloons to join their bro...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    There was a boy. A skinny boy with thick-framed glasses and long hair that popped off his shoulders when he walked. He was not that physically attractive. At least, not as physically attractive as the movies made out high school boys to be. Particularly because I was under the impression...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    in the epicenter of my heart is an earthquake caused by an “erratic thumping.” they say it is godzilla conducting an orchestrated nuclear war and the blood that flows through my veins, “Oh my! my! my!” is like tiny waterfalls overflowing through my body as if from out- of-tune whale...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    "there are not enough hours, minutes, seconds,” moaned the fly, “if only-“...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I should be writing my essay but I’m writing this poem instead. It’s not even a proper poem. Just ideas set to the rhythm of my soul. So perhaps I should call it Moon Poem because the essay I am supposed to write is not about moons or poems or raindrops or narwh...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    her heart’s a haiku scribble her name on napkins and she’ll share her soul...
  • Fiction > Scripts & Plays
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    [Lights up. A young British couple sits at restaurant table outdoors in Paris. The nighttime scene has a romantic atmosphere with twinkling lights draped above them. They are drinking champagne and eating cheese; it's the stereotypical romantic date night. The boyfriend, Peter, is getting a lit...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Timothy and Grace lay an arm's length apart on top of a grass-covered hill. The hill overlooked nothing but more grass, sitting in the middle of not Nowhere, but Somewhere. It was hardly an interesting sight compared to views the like of the Grand Canyon or the Great Lake. The hill where Timoth...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    This little story of mine is not of happiness nor one of loss.  Redundant, is it not?  Often in literature, one speaks of their life in this very sense.  My whole existence rests on my belief that my story is rather one of self defeat even though love was handed to me as my hands grasped it so ti...

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