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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    sometimes we sit at the edge of the chasm our feet dangling above great burbling water from below. the moss softens the edges and wraps the Olde Earth's secrets quite, so that all we hear are the echoes of voices long trapped and long forgotten. we sit and think for many hours, none of...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Hades and Persephone live next door, in apartment number thirty-two. -- Hades came from far away, where the valleys are dried in sand and the people always screaming for change or tradition (and they never make up their mind). He spoke in a rough accent, but softly. In his original tongue, his vo...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    If William Shakespeare saw his works being drooled over by sleeping high school students, he would probably be appalled. Shakespeare wrote his stories to entertain uttermost, not to bore the living wits out of teenagers. Getting past the aging dialogue, a Shakespeare comedy is one filled with humor ...
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    If you learned anything about the Post-Impressionist painter during art class at school, I feel safe betting it was one of these things: he painted "Starry Night" and he once cut off his ear and gave it to a girl. Both of these are true, but they make only a small indention in the rich and...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    The red firetruck hoists An enormous flag above Dirt floors and filled stands. --- A World War II veteran Speaks of war and trauma to The faceless pale crowd. -- He is the spokesman For gunpowder ghosts; he cries, Wishing they could speak. --- He stabbed in a field His brother, two week...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Aunt Helena arrived at the door with a bang that Harold might have expected from a firecracker or a large bag of pretzels hitting the ground, but not a grown woman. She pounded the door three times; by the third, the poor thing was practically off its hinges. Harold gulped. He knew these taps, re...

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