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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    On the day of my father’s funeral, I stood next to my mother and siblings on the wet lawn of the Cedar Hill Cemetery. In front of us lay a significantly sized grave, neatly dug out with the dirt pushed to one side and a black casket in the center. The morgue operator had just finished installing t...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
    One afternoon about a year ago, my friend and I were walking down the hallway at school between classes. Looking outside the window at the lush playing fields, we observed a group of heavily clad boys tossing around a little white ball with long sticks. “Lacrosse,” she said, rolling her eye...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    There is a place in my mind reserved for you. Inaccessible, buried. There is a part of me that pines for you. Would you stay if I gave up everything? Would you leave if I begged you to? There are shreds. Remnants of my life you destroyed. I hope you’re happy. Did you get everything...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
    It was going to happen tonight. Still water slipped past the kayak, enveloping me, disappearing behind. My arms moved rhythmically as I paddled harder, faster, deeper into the river. There was nothing out here. Just me and the water and the paddles. Just an endless display of nothingness that I c...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
    It was a warm summer evening, an evening just like any other, when we were running around John's yard, trying to catch fireflies, and Hutch called out to us. Now, we didn't know much yet, but one fact we knew, even in our youth, was that when John's father talked, we listened. The memory was so dist...
  • Hot Topics > Bullying
    The kid you just put down is smiling slightly, blood rushing to his cheeks. He’s shorter than you, and probably different in other ways, so he’s already vulnerable. He’s trying to be strong—trying to hide how much you hurt him. But underneath the shaky grin, his eyes are shining and his hear...

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