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  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    It’s as if I’m invisible. People look right through me without seeing me, or they see me without seeing me. It’s infuriating at times, but liberating as well. I’m a shadow. I don’t exist. I can wear the brightest, most ridiculous or amazing, or just unusual things I can find and make ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Anger eats away at your heart. I have no heart. Lying eats away at your soul. I have no soul. But to be without hope Is to be without life. I am dead....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I said “no” To them—the godlings, The golden, the chosen ones, The hateful children of Set. They made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, So I did. Then I was nothing— A dung beetle. Their sneers came From high on a mountain—unreachable. I was tiny from where they stood, But still ...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Neb-er-tcher: a god. The first, from whom all gods came. Isn’t he just great? How did he do it? Magic and mysticism? (He really is great). Neb-er-tcher—great god— Revered above Ra himself, Called the gods from Nu— The world ocean, the Origin of life, simply By being awesome...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    Edgar Allan Poe. It is quite a famous name: an author renowned for his blood-curdling tales of horror. What avid reader has never heard of “The Raven,” or “The Tell-Tale Heart”? And in his final days, he was nothing less than exactly what we would expect of a man who wrote such horrific t...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    We are in the 167th floor of Building 331 in Province 86 on the planet Epsilon 9 of the third system. From out the window, I can hear the thrum of police drones making their rounds through City 92 and the tell-tale click-clacking of the mechanical spiders that crawl up and down the Buildings, liste...
  • Nonfiction > Interviews
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    1) In your opinion, to what or whom do you owe your success as a general and an emperor? I owe my success to no one: I won it through hard work and intelligence, but I suppose there are a few advantages that I had over my opponents. Most of all confidence, which is a very important thing for an...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    “I remember the first time I went out into the snow after the transfer—waiting for that first delicious shiver to roll down my spine, cold coming in waves, a tsunami sweeping over a tiny island. I loved winter and snow, especially on a clear night when the moon would shine down and reflect off ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Sun beats down On tanned skin, On warm pavement, On soft, tickling grass, On smiles and laughs. Toes wriggle In cool water, Chlorine-filled pool. A savory, light crunch Into fresh fruit flesh, Pink juice dribbles sticky Down grinning chins. Seeds sucked from watermelon, Spit swiftly out...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Dust on the walls, Dust on the floor, Dust in the halls, Dust on the door. Dust in my eyes, Dust in my nose, Dust on the flies, Dust on the crows. Dust on the dead, Dust on the living, Dust on the bed, Dust on the ceiling. Dust in my lungs, Dust everywhere, Dust in the dung, Death in ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    You left me lying in the street With only the slowing beat Of my own dying heart, The last sound before I part. You left me in a pool of blood That rushed from me like a flood, Drowning me in a metallic sea; The last place that I would be. The darkness closing all around, Everything faded u...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    When we refer to our sixth sense, we tend to use the verb “to feel,” (as in I felt a presence in the room), which is actually one of our original five senses. Why, then? We have no definitive verb for our sixth sense as we do for the other five. Thus it remains distant and mysterious, the stu...
  • Opinion > Current Events / Politics
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    Cancer, Alzheimer's, diabetes, sickle-cell anemia, Parkinson’s: these are just a few of the things that stem cell therapy can solve. Many governments also view ASC and ESC research as a way to bolster the economy through biotech-industry development. Stem cell therapy is an experimental pro...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    The United States Constitution gives equal rights to all citizens of America, and this includes women. Why then, were women denied the right to vote? Because they had no place in the politics of the government under which they lived? Because they were dainty figures too frail to vote? Because th...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    It was a dark night, of course. All these things happen on dark nights. The darkness of this particular night, however, was especially peculiar. The moon was shining bright, beams of light cascading down to earth in silver waves as the aged tresses of an old maid fall softly across her shoulder. ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Pitter-patter on the roof, Little feet or little hoof Wet and wishful tears of God, Blown about by Zephyr’s rod. Angry clouds torment the sky And the lightning flashes high. Then the thunder, voice of Zeus All the heavens shaken loose. Safe behind a window, warm Children sheltered from th...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Why do I write of pain and sorrow? When happiness rolls into my hours, Why do I write of regret? When the sun is smiling down, Why are all my words a frown? Why do I sit alone and fret? When I watch the hands of the clock fly, Why do I sit in the dark and cry? Because this life is passing me...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Take a breath, Breathe deep, slow. Feel the air Fill your lungs Like cool water, Icy, clear, crisp, Filling a tall glass Fragile and sturdy, And standing proud. Pause a moment And feel your heart As it beats your blood And pounds steady, Insistent as the sea Crashing against the shore....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A spark, that’s all it takes, And the words start to roll and shake From a cabinet in my brain; They tumble like a train Down my mind’s lane, And into my neck Where they stop for a breath, And on to my shoulder, But slowly like a boulder, Rolling and gathering moss Without any loss; ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I wish I had a runner’s legs And not these wooden pegs That I have, awkward, stiff, Like a cliff Ready to tumble, Throw me into a jumble. I wish I had legs like her That can make men purr As she walks by And makes me die. She is a runner, And like a stalking hunter She’s always poi...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Clothed in brown Strong and solid With mighty arms Reaching for the sky Green splayed fingers Feet buried in earth Life giving breath In and out My tree....
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    The witch who was sitting across from me looked like your average, every day, self-respecting witch. She was attractive in her maroon cloak and matching pointy hat, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say that she was hot, just attractive. However, in all the ten years that I’d been a psychologist,...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I never used to believe in monsters, that was always Sara’s thing. Every night around midnight she would come into my room and shake me awake, yelling about the monster under her bed and begging me to let her sleep with me. Of course I always said yes—it was hard to say no to those big blue ey...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I know you’re not going to believe this, but quite frankly I don’t care. You want me to write about the most significant event in my life? Well, here it is, and if you think I’m just making things up for the heck of it, then you can send me to the principal’s office. You always do. It ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It know it’s bad for me, I know that I should stop, I know it’s killing me, That it’s running down my clock, But I’ve been bit So I take another hit. I wake up, I’m a mess, I’m feeling pretty bad. And I start to get dressed, And I start to get mad, Because I’ve been bit And ...

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