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The flames are burning bright, everyone is laughing, and I’m watching, observing, and analyzing the different groups of friends that are hanging out and having a good time. That’s all that matters in life right, having a good time? The bon fire seems to be alive and free; almost as if the burnin... - Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyI am no ordinary girl; I swiftly run along with the spirits of all living creatures who dwell in the forest, and I fight to protect my land. My name is Acacia and I am part of a secret clan of Earth People; some call us Nature Walkers or Spirit Dwellers. My people and I are capable of certain abilit...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionIt was raining outside as she was walking home from school; the mixture of wet dirt and fresh pine trees were inhaled through the air as she walked on a familiar dirt road. She carried one large science book in hand, and a personal book she had been reading called, “Into the Wild” by Jon Krakaue...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionIt was raining outside as she was walking home from school; the mixture of wet dirt and fresh pine trees were inhaled through the air as she walked on a familiar dirt road. She carried one large science book in hand, and a personal book she had been reading called, “Into the Wild” by Jon Krakaue...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI look down upon the small civilization of Glenns Ferry; from my high point of view I feel so close to humanity, yet my lonely presence accompanies me on this quiet little hilltop. Dull olive green sage brush sways below me as a chilling breeze swipes across my rosy face. An open space engulfs me as...
- Fiction > Scripts & PlaysCharacters: Alexia- She is tall with think brown hair. She has hazel eyes, and soft peach skin. She is sweet and sarcastic and she is in love with Levi. Levi- a few inches taller that Alexia, he has short black hair and dark peach colored skin. He is nice, and really smart. Scene- Alexia and Le...
- Poetry > LimerickI was lying awake in my bed When I heard a strange noise in my head I shrieked really low Jumped out the window And now I am thinking I’m dead Slowly I open my eyes What I see is a big surprise A burglar man I screamed and I ran I fell when I heard someone cry He suddenly tapped on m...
- Poetry > All PoetryOn the far island of Kahiki I resided, Until Namaka sent the tidal waves of despair. Washed away was my home; so our family united. A sister of destruction; fighting with no care. Left homeless and broken, but hope was over the horizon. Brother, come save us and ride in your canoe. Over ma...
- Poetry > Free VerseI stand so small, below a ledge I spy; A calm lake sitting quiet nearby. With evergreen tops I gaze up at towering pines, And a lingering presence of peace I shall keep as mine. I take a deep breath and inhale freedom of the land, Then I slide down the hillside with a fishing pole in hand. ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionWhen the kind warm sun peeked through the shadows of the misty alley, I knew it was time to begin my hunt. I weakly rose from the damp newspapers and unraveled my sweet boy from his rags. I was quickly running short of material to replace his soiled bundles. His innocent rosy cheeks were cold as nig...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionWhen she looked upon his cold drawn face, she knew something was wrong. His strong but tender hand slowly reached out to find hers. She gazed into his troubled eyes; dark green pools that almost promised disappointment. She grasped tightly onto his warm body and buried her face into his cotton hood...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI stroll quietly into the living room of my grandparent’s comforting house. They lay slouched on their soft brown couch as they discuss ideas about our upcoming summer trip. As they mumble back and forth among the different plans, I eagerly interrupt to discover the news. After what had seemed lik...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureThe fair, vivid sun was rising up over the village of the Shoshoni tribe. Snow had been melting off of their lofty tepees and drizzling upon the dry terrain. The Indians had yet to face another day of survival in the bitter climate. The men and women were assigned to gather different foods as direct...
- Opinion > EnvironmentIf I tried to describe the complexity of my mind, the deep thoughts pondering in my brain and invented images of hope and shelter, I would die before I was even half way of explaining to you the depth of my “location“. No single place on earth can amount up to the comfort I get within my own und...
- Opinion > Movies / Music / TVTelevision is a waste of time and it’s slowly corrupting the minds of our youth. It can encourage teen violence, sex, drugs, inappropriate language, and bullying. Unhealthy lifestyles and low social skills are also a negative affect from T.V. The time spent watching television should be a small li...
- Nonfiction > HeroesA young mother looks into the face of her eighteen year old son. His eyes are cold and hard; not yet ready, but prepared for departure. His expression is blank, but fear consumes his every thought. Tears start to swell in his mothers eyes. She grabs hold of her son in a motherly embrace, never wanti...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryI am blinded by murky pond water as I try to open my eyes. The cold liquid burns into my throat making it difficult to breathe. My body soon tenses as panic breaks lose. Large hands of an unknown man suddenly raps tightly around my delicate neck. His powerful force holds me under and pushes me furth...
- Poetry > Song LyricsInside I’m screaming Over & over These words they make no sense In life I’m dying Trying to find A reason to go on (Bridge) They kill me Confusion’s the only path I follow (Chorus) What’s been done, has been done There’s no going back now (2X) What’s been m...
- Poetry > Free VerseInject the music into pale white flesh; Veins start to throb with rhythm & melody. A heart race of 1,000 beats per second; Music notes racing all throughout the body. You are alive. Your body greedily hungers for more. You inject a sweet new genre of music; your cold blood shot eyes o...
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