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  • Fiction > Scripts & Plays
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    Open scene. A black man, dressed in a suit and tie leans casually against a wall. Across from him is a short, incredibly fat white man in a smock. He is painting a picture. The smock is too big and he keeps tripping on it. There seems to be something horrifying about his own picture and he continuou...
  • Fiction > Action-Adventure
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    Fighting was always a f***ing blast. Not school boy fighting, but real, dangerous fighting. No one fought as hard as the desperate city punks. Jeff snuffed the blood from his nose and laughed out loud at the despairing set of eyes before him. The wiry youth that circled with him was clearly scared o...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Scene: A modern day city surrounded by suburbs and rolling rural land. It is night and the city is half lit. Smoke wafts above from the smoke stacks. It is a small city and the noise is low and comfortable. A short man in a torn tuxedo staggers out of a late night pub. His shirt is stained by s...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Are you free? Tell me, son, are you free? Really? You think so? Are you ready to leave all that has been set for you? Are you ready to embrace what no one else sees? Are you ready to abandon your mother and father? Tell me, son, will you leave me? Freedom, son, is for the taking, So reach...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    Day 1 One of the things that they insisted on was our keeping a journal. I have never been a great writer and seldom can I think up the right stuff to put down, but I am getting paid and I might as well give it a go. Today is the first day of my hyper-sleep break. Turns out a human being cannot b...
  • Nonfiction > Sports
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    Not everyone can be a star. This sinking feeling hits every athlete at some point. No matter how far up the ladder you climb you will always end up lower down than you would like, with a few exceptions (we have our sports heroes.) When you are a runner, you know pretty fast if you are going to be a...
  • Opinion > Points of View
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    Success in our world is usually measured by the same handful of things. Money, fame, family, and power rank very high among these measurements. A man must ask himself very early on which of these successes he would like, or perhaps he would like all of them. Many an idea flutters in the constant sto...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    John Lennon believed that world peace was possible, and he fought hard to promote, engender, and stir up peaceful feelings in a society run by money, fear, and power. He was killed for his efforts on equality and his admiration of peace and social disobedience. Men that rule this world have the pow...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Wind ruffled Jon’s hair in a pleasant ripple of cool autumn air. The field was the golden hay color, smelling pleasantly of pumpkins that dotted the landscape with splashes of orange and green. Along the field’s borders were great maples and ashes, exploding with reds and brilliant oranges of fa...
  • Nonfiction > Sports
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    There is something exquisite about the pain of a workout. The burn trembling through the runner's legs, the pat of feet against the ground. Alone, it is brutal and self-motivated. The toughest athletes forge their own paths on late-night tracks, hidden hills, and winding, rutted trails. As glorious ...
  • Fiction > Action-Adventure
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    It was one of those sleepy Sunday afternoons where the whole prairie seemed to be at peace, and nothing could possibly go wrong. A chubby two year old was happily handing laundry to his goddess mother. Suddenly he pointed an excited finger. “I see it!” And he chuckled in proud hysteria at his ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Well, where to start? Delve into the mysteries of philosophy, the ever morphing beast in our minds, or explore the human experience through simple functions and chemical releases? I suppose the story lies somewhere between the two, as most stories do, or any search through opinion for that matter, f...
  • College
    Guide > College Essays
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    The flag goes up and the gun is now directly beside it. Silence grips the hundreds gathered, and an unnatural hush grips each runner. Eyes widen and feet paw at the start line, competitors rocking forward, willing the starter to pull the trigger. It is not sound but a faint puff of smoke that set...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Life is what is made. Factory happiness churned by a media Depressants and stimulants labeled in a bottle Loving to do and doing to loving Family and w***** Swindlers and priests, Life is what is made....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Away in the darkness a single light shines. The bat, plagued by blindness approaches. Never on true light his soul dines, Terrified of current reproaches. Light sears and burns he knows all too well, It seems pretty at first, meaningful, swell. But upon touching and giving all that he had...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    And so I was deceived. Lied to. Coerced. Screwed good and hard. The wiles of a b**** So foolishly believed. But as care sees fit To be blind and forget The final execution of it seems Unreal at the best. Suicide visits, Quickly put off. Anger arises. Confusion its guest. Then all...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Burning sensations crawl down my spine, Burning fire spreads through my body. Oh the sweetness of the hallowed figure. Oh the joy from the experienced wonder. Swiftly, swiftly does my mind wander, Running quickly through the fury. Questions and doubt pervade the light. Stabs of dark in...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Safety lies in numbers told. But in telling numbers lies the danger. Fire, drought, and famine spread, Disease of unrest bounds epidemic. Killing, horror, screams and threats, Blood run cold in the grip of the cloaked. Fat men suffer, the thin die, oh the cruelty....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    What of it? What of this life. And its boorish details. The small grievances that worry men. What of it? What matters the smallest thing. The utterance of praise, Or the eagles wing? What of it? Why should I care for fame or fortune. The ladder men struggle up, Fighting till de...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Alone in the night I stared at the ceiling, My thoughts turned to pain in the dark solitude. The world looked bleak, empty and unfeeling, And emptiness converged with my black attitude. The lack of friends cast a shadow on my soul, And no blood pumping rhythm could lift the dread. Through...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The old man shuffled slowly through the well kept cemetery; trees shaded certain patches of the grassy countryside, and the wind ruffled the leaves playfully. He lifted his craggy face to the brilliantly blue sky, and felt the warmth of the sun flood over him. Blinking away a few tears, caused by th...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The world shrinks around me, mysteries once marveled upon disappear. Forever gone in the sea of new perspective. Complications of a crazy mind, drunk with sorrow, booze, and confusion. This affects me. Also the stable, slower, reliable mind. Ever present, ready to help. Firm. But not wild. Not craze...
  • Opinion > Sports / Hobbies
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    It is my world. It is one of endless possibilities, the purity of empty paper and the accomplishment of one full of words. I can paint monsters and heroes, maidens and villains, towering buildings of majestic proportions and shitty slums of drug lords. There is ultimate war, there is inner peace. Al...
  • College
    Guide > College Essays
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    The Romans believed in the ancient Muses, the gods of inspiration and talent, descending upon mortals to guide them in writing, painting, sculpting, fighting, you name it, it was a nifty little muse tapping into the human mind. I understand this proposal. The sudden urges one gets to do something, t...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    A world of grey and dismal shrouds surrounded him. He pushed forward, heaving his weight against the cold air around him. It was a cruel world. It was a meaningless world drained of all color and vibrations. Vague shadows flitted and danced under his footfalls, the sound of his breath pumping his le...

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