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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    2 metal beetles collided one street over (geographically close, but in another world). the aftermath was tossed around at least a few hundred feet, and the bumpers were mangled bottom lips, sagging dripping into the asphalt, in the middle of plastic and glass confetti. wouldn't a ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    and i suppose they will have wings little chicken feathers flap-flap to carry them over their rotting-wood fences and lift them into cotton-soft clouds. and there will be an exodus from the farms, over hills and across rivers, and we will shout as they alight on our chimneys and desks,...
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    on her forearm, she sketches a treble clef with a raindrop-blue ballpoint; her motions are draping and delicate, like the music she vies to play. her knees and elbows are well-acquainted with the unreconciled concrete, but she'll still lift her Converse heels and practice being a b...
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    The wash-off kind is babyish to them now, but I still have a wrinkled, chipped smiley face on my hand because I know it is a relic, requiem for the lost land of juice boxes and monkey bars. Lightning was quick. They were like werewolves transforming under a full, bowling ball moon, as...
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    the minutes we waste trickle down our forearms and sink into the earth for someone else to find. i guess that's why kids like to dig around in the sandbox, maybe they're looking for those wasted minutes, each one like a block of gold, thinking if no one else wants these, ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I think this is the fourth or fifth club we've hit tonight, but I don't remember how long we've been here. I am consumed by strobe lights and the rumble of bass, and the air is heavy with perspiration and perfume. Losing myself, reality becomes just flashes and dream-like blurs. A pai...
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    She and I chat. Lightly. The sentences are fluffed like cotton-candy clouds; they are what we want to hear. The conversation floats over our heads, and words slide from our mouths. Then, she opens her mouth too wide and words spill out, the wrong ones. Her eyes don't change as the f...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I swear, it was the most normal day in history; the entire month was dripping with routine and sanity. The book felt familiar in my hands, and I couldn't keep my nose out of the pages. Sophie, my little sister, sang an aimless tune from the backseat. My dad was driving Sophie to her soccer prac...
  • Hot Topics > Bullying
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    The anti-bullying messages are ubiquitous; this generation is bombarded with campaigns against almost every type of bullying. However, there is a glaring error in the media’s portrayal of pressure and harassment between teenagers. Here is the typical bullying scenario: one boy is pushing anoth...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I fly in spite of these iron chains It is difficult, but the hardest of things Is when people watch and say, "So what? It is easy for her To fly; She has wings."...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Some paper, blank; in my hand, a crayon; WhatcouldshouldI what to do? Everything is empty, bare Everything is hard and new I drag the tip of the crayon around Scribblescribble hope and pray And draw a map as best I can So maybe I can find my way But not that route, I won't go there ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    It was the day the Autos came for me. I always knew the Autos weren’t real people, but I knew this for sure when I heard their metal bodies clanking about outside our door. Mommy held me in her thin arms, saying that she’ll never let them take me and that she’ll never let me go. We both knew t...
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    go from place to familiar place through quiet lands to familiar face and no one truly has a chance to admire what they see on passing glance so as i glance i think and sigh what if i didn't only pass by? what would i see? and would i dance to the music of the place of passing glance? w...

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