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  • Fiction > Action-Adventure
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    My eyes flutter open. The light hanging above my head nearly blinds me. The first thing I see: the wooden ceiling covered in chipped red paint. To my right is a wall full of old wine bottles, cardboard boxes with baby clothes spilling out, and numerous bobbleheads my dad swore he threw out. I...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    The plastic orange chair creaks beneath me. The friction in my jeans makes my skin itch. Other kids my age prance around playing tag. I sit, patiently, with my hands resting under my thighs, occasionally bobbing my head from side to side, humming along to my favorite tune. The cold concrete floor...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    Let me make this clear, there is no such thing as “talking white.” This phrase has been thrown around in the black community for far too long. When an African-American speaks proper English and sounds educated people refer to this as talking white.  How ignorant and degrading this is to the b...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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      Teenage screams erupted as George Daniel, Ross MacDonald, Adam Hann, and Matthew Healy, members of the indie rock band The 1975, took the stage. George, wearing a crisp white t-shirt revealing his bicep tattoos and a shy smile, plopped down on his drum seat, twirling his drumsticks. Adam a...
  • Opinion > Discrimination
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    I’m walking down the street on a bright August day when a car horn blares beside me. “Hey gorgeous!” The deep voice sends chills down my spine. By now I know to keep looking straight ahead. Reacting will encourage him. I’m only fourteen. “You in the pink, com...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    My eyes struggle to open The room tilts, slides in and out of focus Breath. Someone calls my name A cold hand grazes my arm Get off me I need to leave What? Who is talking? I don't recognize the voice The floor crumbles beneath my feet Where are my shoes? They have my hand now ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Blue eyes Fingers easing through his tousled black hair Forming perfect waves 19 years inked into his arms The dirty kind of beautiful Face unshaven for probably weeks Cigarette dangling from his carless lips City lights in his eyes He looks so alive Best work of art In the whole damn ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    2:58 am A faint strum of a guitar in the distance The taste of wine fresh on my lips The squeal of my chair as I rock on the porch 3:02 am The birds no longer sing The cars no longer rumble Everything's Silent 3:38 am 37 missed calls No reply I can't untangle my twisted t...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Ten years. Ten years I’ve been kept away from this place. Ten years I’ve been dreaming about this moment. Now it’s happening. My heart is beating so loud I’m sure Eli can hear it. The metal door opens. I see his eyes first. They’re clear, lucid gray, just like El...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    I read the last words: “I do Augustus, I do”. I closed the book and more tears fell down my face. With all my strength I threw the book across the room. I broke down sobbing, cradling my face in my hands. A piece of me broke as soon as I shut the cover. Slowly, I stood to retrieve the book. I pi...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    "You're young,” they say. "This is supposed to be the best time of your life. What do you have to lose?" How about my self-esteem, hope for the future and overall sanity? The teen years are the most stressful period in life. With school, peers, and social media influencing our...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Neverland had nothing over my youthful perception of Harrisburg. It’s where my friends lived, where my family put down its roots. The daily street fights provided entertainment, the midnight shootings- fireworks. Red, hazy eyes only meant sorrow, crying. It went this way, my prettying up what look...
  • Fiction > Scripts & Plays
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    INT: SCHOOL LIBRARY- DAY HAZEL ROSE sits, her face sunken into The Catcher In The Rye, her eyes on SCARLETT BELL across from her. Hazel stares at her with great intensity. Her eyes fixed in fascination. HAZEL (V.O) She's beautiful but her smudged makeup and dirty finger nails spoke a...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You make me crazy But I love you I want to punch you Then kiss you I tell you "go away!" But pull you close I tell you "I don't need you" When I need you the most I tell you "I don't care" When it's killing me inside You drive me crazy...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am a warrior In my eyes you won't see the pain Through my words you'll feel my strength From my walk you'll sense my pride I am a warrior But no one see's They are blind to what's inside my weak shell Inside I am a warrior In the form of a writer Fear watches ...
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