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• Poetry > Free Verse
  Mastor of My Doom

  

  By MoradoGurl213, Evanston, IL

  I am a culprit of his dwindling fingers, Encasing me in a web of lust as he spindles me with soft force. His warm presence sets off a rigged alarm of gasps As he performs tactful rhythm. He goes into overtime now, Creating an ensemble of intensified moans and yelps of sweet mercy. Soon a grin ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Sublime

  

  By MoradoGurl213, Evanston, IL

  It’s interesting how life works. Actually, I find it pretty f***ing funny. It’s funny how a person’s life changes once they stumble across that one person or thing that gets them going--gets them thinking. It has the potential to make you view life in a different perspective. It’s like putti...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  The Addiction

  

  By MoradoGurl213, Evanston, IL

  I re-adjusted my posture as I pushed through the bright, big orange double-doors to the cafeteria. Keeping my head held high and my nose in the air, I strutted down the crowded cafeteria filled with boisterous jocks, band geeks, and preppy, stuck-up girls checking their selves in their compact mirro...
• Nonfiction > Heroes
  My Infamous Father

  

  By MoradoGurl213, Evanston, IL

  Ever since the early ages of Civilization, our world came across many leaders and rulers of the century. Some leaders stepped forward with dreams of a better civilization and community. On the other hand, many leaders had other plans of ruling just to enforce and promote Nationalism and Fascism. As ...
• Fiction > Romance
  My Realistic Fantasy

  

  By MoradoGurl213, Evanston, IL

  F*** my life, f*** my life, I repeated to myself as I attempted to re-adjust my sloppy ponytail. There was no damn point in looking cute anymore. Monday nights have always been about “all work and no play”, and my wardrobe transpired to comfortable sweats and a yellow, baggy shirt. What f***i...
• Fiction > Romance
  A Piece of Euphoria

  

  By MoradoGurl213, Evanston, IL

  “Jay are you okay?” My boyfriend Aaron whispers against my ear. I shook my head horizontally as I continued to stare out one of a local coffee shop’s foggy windows in Cleveland, Ohio. Outside the air was blistering cold, enough to send chills down your spine, and every inch of the solid ground...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  He Isn't Mine

  

  By MoradoGurl213, Evanston, IL

  I miss him. But he isn't mine to miss. I want him. But he isn't mine to want. I think about him. But he isn't mine to think about. I want to hold him. But he isn't mine to hold. I want to kiss him. But he isn't mine to kiss. I want to caress him. But he isn'...