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  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    Animal instincts make us human because of the reason that suppresses them, the shame that allows them to be veiled under the desire to remain human. Natural temptations overwhelm this cultured desire, temptations so great that even the most human of Homo sapiens have plunged into their trap. Temptat...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    “Honey, I don’t want to live with you anymore,” I said calmly. I was unpacking a bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. Theresa, my wife, dropped the check she was holding. The look on her face was a priceless mask of wonder. I had never seen it before. She opened her mouth, and closed it ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    In every lie there is a hidden truth That tells its owner something very new; When he himself no longer knows his ruth There’s nothing real left for him to rue. To others, though, it isn’t a surprise… The truth, of which they know, brings light— The kind that leaves his very eyes. Wh...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    It's been a long time Since the old man lifted his eyes His gaze has been shifted to the city's demise. His name has been stripped of value and lore. Despite the lives they have cost once before, His words have been muted by the frenzy of war. His face is a parchment of creases of ti...
  • Opinion > Love / Relationships
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    From the poet I learn that love is a flower. It blooms tenderly, taking days, maybe weeks, maybe even years, watered by care. A second is all it takes for it to wilt, to wither and droop, like an October leaf. Silently. Gone. The girl in my class says it’s wonderful. It’s a bit like flying. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Stop. Listen. What do you hear? Is it the whispering, tapping of rain? Softly. On your windowsill; a melody. Every drop, a second gone by - Without ever stopping or questioning: “Why?” Is it the rhythmic waltzing of fingers Clicking, breathing the letters, dancing away? As if nothing ...

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