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- Fiction > Realistic Fiction
"Leigh, I'm going to ask you several questions about Friday night, okay? Answer them as best as you can." I don't acknowledge her. I am emotionless, observing the details on the vinyl seat she sits in. Her mouth opens and the phrase that fills the room has the hint of a questi... - Nonfiction > HeroesBaba remembers China. He remembers the crisp twilight air and the dusty, unpaved roads around his tiny village. Half a century does little to dampen the memory of his childhood. Baba remembers hard times too. Baba said he never understood the stress lines in his mother's brow as she ripped o...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere is a pair of scissors I used to use Black and red and petitely shaped I cut up words with it And paste them on walls I read them and They give me a Pat on the back I grow older and so do those scissors The words I cut out form sentences, yes They jumble together until they produc...
- Opinion > Current Events / PoliticsFriday's shooting in Newtown, Connecticut opened our eyes to the world we live in. Twenty six dead, and twenty of them children. Parents, who hugged their children goodbye and expected them to come home later are left in immeasurable grief. Children who had long, happy lives in front of them we...
- Fiction > RomanceIt was dusk when we left. He packed up the stuff, I paid the restaurant bill. The air was crisp, but it hovered over like a dense fog. The warm breeze failed to comfort our chill demeanors. Not a single word was spoken. He started the ignition. It roared like a flame does when fed. But like all t...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionWhen Erica Borowski told Jeremy Pan that I liked him, I swore I would never let my soul rest until she was served a platter of bittersweet revenge. It was kindergarten, February 3rd. I remember the day clearly. Jeremy had on his lovely groundhog sweatshirt, a day late. He looked like a cute little g...
- Poetry > Free VerseI'm stuck in a revolving door, spinning me between two languid floors. One is me and so is another, both have my people, my sisters and my brothers. Between bowl cuts and barbeque I share my love But I can't fit steady into below and above. My culture is divided but my face says it all...
- Opinion > Sports / HobbiesTo be underestimated in the sports world is worse than it appears. Too often one recieves a quizzical look or a tilt of the head when they mention an elusive sport that they play. Basketball, baseball, soccer... Those were all too mainstream for me. As long as I remember, I always took an interest i...
- Poetry > Free VerseSuck on the milk of society. Reap the benefits of what's mine, Proprietary Life's a game, and sometimes we've got to give it a shot Because to win it we've gotta give it everything we've got This world was founded on a basis of failing. Solutions to ease the pain of t...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThey never noticed. Kelsey was nothing more than a speck of dust floating around in the air, noncommittal, small, and fragile. She was inhaled through and exhaled out without a single sound or act of recognition. Every day was a race. She would grab her bag in the morning and walk to school, he...
