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  • Fiction > Action-Adventure
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    Dear Cynthia,   By the time you read this, my wife and your only sister will have been buried for two days now. Two days since you stood next to Gabby’s casket. I bet you looked for me in the crowd, but found an empty space where I should be standing. I was there Cynthia… just out of sigh...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    There is a deep, animal thrill I get when I see your hands clench into fists. My blood sings in my veins. I feel light and powerful. As I child, I remember Mama wiping the blood from my split lip and speaking softly to me about Fight or Flight. She told me that we all have these instincts, and t...
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    I’m a good kid, is all I can think, shivering in the November wind. And this doesn’t happen to good kids. The cold felt like daggers; ripping me open and spilling out every bit of ‘good kid’ onto the hard packed dirt. My thin, blue police officer shirt gave me no protection. The tip of my...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    Death is kind of a funny thing. Not funny ‘ha-ha’, but funny in an ironic way. How it takes the unprepared and spares the willing. Dead is the eleven year old boy who chased his ball into the street; alive is the old, alcoholic man who stares at his pistol every morning, wondering if he has the ...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    I hate Americans. I hate their language, their fashion sense, and most of all, their bomber planes. Every morning, I watch the skies. I listen for the whine of their planes or the whistle of their deadly bombs. I've been trained to wake at even the softest rumble of thunder, to duck even if it's ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    Like most tales of the sort, ours begins in a land far, far, away. Where hills rolled, cattle roamed, and kings ruled. Funny, that line could have rhymed, but alas, the author is too lazy to put much thought into rhyming. Anyway, on to the story. We begin in a small kingdom, in a small valley,...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    I don’t remember when I found you, or how, but suddenly, there you were. Everyday, it gets harder and harder to remember what it was like being alone. I just have hints of memories of drifting through the In-Between, lonely, and then there you were. You were watching the traffic zoom past wh...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am not dirt on your boot; to be scraped away. I am not a ghost; cursed to roam at night. I am not your thing; to be used till unusable. I am the giver of life and light; the rock in the storm. I am the force behind hurricanes, and why they’re named after humans. I...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    There, in the beginning, our atoms were next to each other That was all we know: each other. That was all we had ever known There was light, and night, and things that walked the earth I opened my eyes, to a sea of blue; my first thought was of you You were far, far away - ac...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My darling, don’t let them get you down. Don’t let their hate, darken your dawn. My dear, don’t let them make you feel small. Don’t let their narrow minds, hold you back. My darling, you are more than your body. You are more than their molds for you. My dear, ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I won't change to please someone, when I know someone else will fall in love with the way I dunk Oreos in milk, how I sneeze, and the way I comb my hair in the shower; the way I pop my neck on road trips. how I curse, and the way I tuck the blanket over my head when I sleep; the...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I hear wind chimes one night, and I remind myself: It’s impossible; don’t be a foolish little girl. I turn into my pillow, finding it already wet with tears. Impossible. Father would tap the barrel of his hunting rifle against Mum’s chimes, making them sing softly. Then I wou...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Marcus could feel the energy running through the church like a live wire. His eyes had drifted shut, the warm Alabama summer air lulling him. The heart swam around him, rocking his body back and forth to the tune of a subtle piano in the background. He could feel his suit clinging to his sweat cover...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Nicole Harris hadn’t stepped foot in the woods behind her house since her sister was murdered there. That had been three years ago, when Nicole was fifteen and her sister, Julie, was thirteen. The two sisters had been inseparable, “Like peanut butter and jelly!” their mom would say. “...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    “All through our culture and history, we have worshipped beauty.” Mrs. Mills announced, placing slips of paper face down in front of all of us. The bell had just rang, and she didn’t give us any time to socialize amongst ourselves - which, she always did. Odd. She’s up to something. ...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Tensions were already high in the still classroom. It only got worse when Rebecca’s chair screeched across the tile when she stood. Her classmates - and her partners in a science paper they had to finish by tomorrow - raised their heads at the sound. Rebecca was almost to the door when a voice ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    This is for the girl who sits alone in her room, listening to her sister crying while her parents scream their hate This is for the boy who wishes his grandmother would speak to him, and wonders why she turns away because he told her he doesn’t like girls This is for the people wh...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    We were growing apart, and it scares me. You were caught up in your work - going from place to place, finding inspiration for your art - and I was left to fend off the world alone. I resented you for that, but you never seemed to notice. Now you dragged me across the country to your gallery op...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Our fingers loosely held together; yours and mine we lay curled in the moss, our legs intertwined Sparks danced slowly in the deep, deep blue of your eyes and I knew I was gonna love you, till the day I died...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Do you remember... Remember, that little pigtail girl with a little grey tooth? Remember, that little angel girl that brought you little flowers? She was your little baby. What happened to that little girl? She grew up, Remember? And she is no longer a little pigtail girl. ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    My therapist and I had a game we played. We looked deep into each other's eyes, daring the other to break the silence. Whoever spoke first lost. I never lost. Today was different, though. As soon as I walked into his office, I noticed his usually flawless windows were covered with thick curta...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Cold. Everything was so cold. My body was floating; floating in white. A blinding white wrapped me in its embrace. It was comforting. No pain, no fatigue, just white. Then I was falling, slowly, drifting back to Earth....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Who knew I would find love, on a public bus? I didn’t. That’s what made it a magical - in a way. It was summer and I was ready to get home. I remember, the squealing of brakes, and the muffled curses as we all stumbled. Then he boarded. He said: “I’m s...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    My fingers glided across the smooth, reflective surface of the mirror. Faint smudges were the only sign that I had even touched it. Light from the slim window behind me filtered through my mother’s floral curtains, making my rebellious hair turn gold. My hand unconsciously went up to smooth down m...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Once you had written about how you felt like a caged bird, with her wings broken; flinging yourself against the bars. You never guessed your end or how soon it came. Before you had even begun to live. But even the world filled with evil and hate, you clung to this ribbon of hope. This ribbo...

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