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  • Fiction > Romance
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    To look at her face was a study in beauty. Abdullah had always assumed beauty to be the by-product of several perfect attributes, but this was not the case with her. For she was so beautiful, there was no doubt about her everlasting beauty in any other era. She was so beautiful that had she been a...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I spent my adolescence in a perpetual bout of yearning. Yearning is sour, yet this was beautiful, glorious in the way that the Promised Land would be. It was hunger for which bread was not enough, alternatively the source of my joy and my loneliness. Thank you for letting me see, in your own oblivio...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Jacob Kokot’s first love was of words, strung and tailored into the sweet lilting melodies of music. This was first encountered in the lullabies his mother sang to him—thoughtful and magical and in a language he did not understand. He did not quite know how to describe them yet, but he reckoned ...
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    1. My mom gives me guilt about having zits. Alas, she fails to realize that the reason I have zits is because oil occasionally gets trapped under my epidermis, not because they’re a punishment for any extreme willfulness of mine. 2. I am an unbaked Maggie the Cat. Do you have any idea how hard...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I absolutely and totally hate you with every fibre of my being. In fact, I hope you get hit by a bus. I saw your eyes watching me today in the hallway and I ran as fast as I could. I am trying not to remember your dark beautiful eyes, the silky hair dip-dyed with peanut butter color, because that w...
  • Hot Topics > Bullying
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    You act, you talk as if you know me. There’s one catch: You don’t know me— Not what I want or who I want to be. Stop talking as if you know me. I’d say I’d go back to the old me, But I am who I am and always will be. So stop acting like you know me. You think I share your di...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I hope the birds don't wake up. I hope the sun never rises again. I hope the world collapses into the Sauleovitches' yard, there with the treehouse and the groves of ripening crab apples, so I'll never know anything else. I don't ever need to be afraid of the dark again; in the breezes of the trees,...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Go, I implore you, and die in a hole. I hope you never forget about your intentions towards me, and that the sins of what you yearned for haunt you for the rest of your life. May you poop your pants on the first day of school—those stupid, skin-tight plaid pants that you thought made you look ...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    A Day at the Beach “Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Oriana screeched, stroked by tumbles and tresses of stony waves and foam twangy when it soaked her lips. Hanging off her was that old bikini, which was fortunately hers and which afterwards would belong to her sisters Natasha and Luna and I...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    So the reason why Madame Bovary is a masterpiece throughout the years is because it is so plausible. As much as this has remained, everything else since that simpler time has evolved greatly. For example, Emma covets a velvet horse and carriage the same way a modern-day woman covets a Ferrari. The...
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    Slenderman He is slumped sleepily, in his boxer shorts, tressed in the tousled covers of his bedding. As he falls wearily from its mahogany side, he hears a knock at the door. With the plodding trod of a gravedigger, he squeaks open the door, adjacent to the kitchenette with its humming mini-fridge...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    On the street I grew up on, there were oak trees the sunshine would flicker across, so gloriously in the summertime they would be scorched red when autumn came. One of these oaks resided in the sea-sized shade of some lady who lived across the road from us, a crone of trifling memory whose name es...
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    Morning Danny: (Smiling hazily). Don't get up yet. Oriana: Sorry, brother. I got to. (She arises, groggily). Danny: (Kissing her). No, ple-e-e-e-ase? I'll be your best friend! Oriana: (Kissing him) Sorry. Gotta get up. Danny: (Smiling). It's a Saturday. Oriana: (She laughs...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    “It’s okay,” the doctor said, And his eyes were lights in windows. “You don’t need, ‘fixing up’, or changing. You’ll be fine with your slightly curved spine.” “Is this true?” I ask incredulously, My voice a clear-eyed sky. “I hear that people die.” “Why, no! N...

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