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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    If I did a good deed... For someone else... Will that person... Do a good deed... As well? Or will they... Turn around again... And go back to living... In their selfish land? How many deeds... Will it take... For one selfish person... To be kind? Can a selfish person... Also be a kind...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Little Red Dragon Found him all alone. Mommy, can we keep him? 'Cause he really needs a home! I'll play with him, and love him, And give him all I've got! So, Mommy? Can we keep him? 'Cause I sure love him a lot!...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    He's the hot boy. I'm the nerd girl. He's the jock. I'm the bookworm. He has cool friends. I have no true BFF's. He's a slacker. I turn in stuff on time. And yet... I've had the biggest crush on him since sixth grade. He has the best boy voice in ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    Chapter One Ever since I was little, I knew I was different. Heck, everyone knew it. They had clues that proved their point as well. When I was a baby, my ears were pointed. No big deal, right? Lots of babies have pointed ears. But mine stayed pointed. Also, I sparkled in a certain light. And don...
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    Chapter One: Tabitha Woodward Emily sat in the backseat of a shiny black limo, in the very back, reviewing the day’s events. She was rudely awakened in the orphanage by two boys who had come in. They whacked her in the face with pillows, then ran out, laughing. Emily had fumbled for her alarm c...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I'm so intent on getting to the library that I don't notice the bird until it's hopping away from my sneaker-clad feet. I stop, and watch it hop into the used car lot. It's a robin, a teenager from the looks of it. It's small, not quite full grown. Brown feathers clad it...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    I met a violinist Coming down the road. She was so surprised To see my similar load. Her case was in her hand, Mine strapped across my back. Both shone from the sun, and were a rich, coal-black. Her shirt screamed, "Culler Cougars!" Mine dressed in 'Mickle Blue.' ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    They say to write about what you know. But where's the fun in that?? If I was to write about what I know, You'd end up listening To a fourteen-year-old-nerd prattle on about her nonexistent life, her failing love relationship, her friends that act like frienemies, her complex music...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The girl walked slowly through the ankle-high grass, kicking the dandelions. They seemed to be her only friends right now. Tiny white bugs and fuzz from the seeds floated upward with each step. The sounds of kids yelling and playing football were all around, and the girl tried to ignore them while...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    What if I told you that there was a world out there that was perfect? Not perfect like the lip-gloss preppy girl perfect. Perfect like everyone is happy with themselves being who they are, and with others being who they want to be. What if I told you I could take you to this world? And ...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    For some people, the worst thing about being a teen is how your parents are (ugh and eye-roll) are always butting in. For others, it's the fact that no one takes you seriously! Or still, it could be that everyone expects too much of you! But for many people, including me, the worst thing about ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Inside the library, there is a courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a small pond. In the middle of the small pond, there are three stone men, standing tall and proud with stone capes. They wear the white bird droppings like medals, and rust coats them up to their legs. No h...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Grackle, Grackle! Crackle, crackle! Shimmering head, color of green beetles, coal-black body, smooth and sleek. Seamless. Grackle, Grackle! Grandma calls you a dirty bird. Why? I don't know. Dirty bird? Pretty bird! Emerald head, onyx body. A bejeweled feathered friend. Each ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Big gray pearl Covered in callouses and holes, You smile down at us, this foolish world. Tiny specks of light Twinkle and dance in your hair, Sending down glimmering diamonds To land in our hearts and hands. Cascades of light pour from your eyes and alight upon my face As I stare ever up...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    If I had wings, And I could fly, I would soar right through the sky. If I was brave, I'd be a knight! Fighting for justice, and all that's right. If I was confident, I'd sing long and loud. I'd boast my voice, To the thronging crowd! But I can't fly. I'm no...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I Wish... that you could see me that you could hear me that you could listen to me and understand my longing for someone who knows what the heck I'm talking about when I say things like "I Think I Love You!" and I break into song. When I quote lyrics from my favorite musi...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    If you don’t play an instrument, you can’t understand what I’m talking about. You don’t feel the thrum of the wood or brass or plastic, you can’t feel the longing of your soul to play, you don’t feel the itch in your fingers or lips...you don’t have blisters on your thumbs, or chapped ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    In almost every book about school, there is some kind of bully. Either it's the popular, hot pink lip-gloss blond chick, or the big-and-burly, brawn-but-no-brain thug. At my school, however, there is no one single bully. Instead, the student body is separated into groups: jocks, hot people, fun...
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