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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    It’s almost four and you’ve been standing here at the drugstore cash register for three hours, popping your gum and cursing the fact that you didn’t get that internship you wanted so now you’re stuck working HERE until you hear back from somewhere else. Your feet are swollen and your nails a...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    There is a bird on my shoulder, and I am afraid of birds. If you’re afraid of the message, really truly afraid of the message you see the messenger in every single face in the crowd. The feathers rustle and she tells me to fly like she does, but I am afraid of falling. The olive branch fell of...
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    there’s reflective chrome in the back of the diner on 46th Street and you’re alone again this time ordering an ice cream sundae at almost midnight and you look up and see a dress printed with fruit thats riper and juicier than you maraschino cherries gobbled up by a mouth too ugly to look sex...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Missing you could have been as simple as my looking the wrong way when you passed me on the street. I would have walked another few blocks and then stopped at the corner of Main Street with the slightest frown on my face. I would have turned to look back as you turned the corner and I would have jus...
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    If ever I were to choose a favorite quote, it would have to be this one: “I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.” - Jaime Gil de Bieda I believe that somehow I have always felt this way. I have read innumerable words that have made me ache inside b...
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    The place is called Yad Vashem. It means a place and a name. The ceiling is beautiful, a triangular prism that points at all the right angles, letting the brilliant light of the day pour in. The sky is just barely visible, and the trees devour golden sun a ways off on this mountain of the dead. T...
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    There are two teenage girls in a house on Cape Cod. It is the earliest time of summer, when the light is golden and fresh and the days are warm enough for the two girls to take walks around town in flip-flops. They ride to the old drive-in movie theater in a convertible with the top down, and they l...
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    You’re a people pleaser. You’re an oyster with a pearl inside that you share with everyone but yourself. To be a people-pleaser, you must shed your human skin and become clay. The fingertips pinch, pull and press, and suddenly you are different. You are molded by gestures, expressions,...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Numbers are horrible to me. Numbers mock me. Every single day they sit on my notebook page and mock me in their silence. They do not tell me how to solve their mysteries. They do not jump up and scream, “Divide me! ­Factor me! Multiply me by the conjugate!” No, they will never do that. Instead ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    You are fifteen years old. You are dressed to the nines in a place you never really wanted to be. You’re at your stepbrother’s wedding. It’s full of people who aren’t your family, but you are expected to be mature and polite enough to act like they are. You are the youngest person in the roo...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    The place where words go to die is a world of perpetual autumn. It is a world where October winds blow, and the novels and magazines begin to shed their crispy dying words upon the ground. There they are raked up by the connoisseurs who are ready to hear the crunch they make when stepped upon with a...
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    Small children often mistake planes in the night sky for shooting stars. Well, small children and probably you, too. Little fingers point up at the sky and babble excitedly, and I haven't the heart to tell them what that flashing white light really is. Is it a shooting star carrying angels? ...
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    She nodded off a few minutes ago, her head falling heavy against me. Her breathing is steady and slow, and she snores just the tiniest bit. It’s been a long day for her. Her hair is a mess over her shoulders, and her eyelashes flutter, quick and dark. Her cheeks are round, full and flushed, as...
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    There is a strange wonder to be found in the brief, dizzying sickness of being young. When you are riding shotgun in your best friends car and the windows are open and you are f*ing cold but the music is playing so loud that all you are thinking about is the bass pumping through the speakers and the...
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    Unbeknownst to most, the world is completely controlled by a single, pipe-smoking rabbit. Also unbeknownst to most, the world was altogether created by this rabbit. Ah, have you not heard this tale? You believed the world to be created by science? By spontaneous combustions and a sweltering evolutio...
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    Contrary to popular belief, the world is flat. Or, at least, my world is. Actually, my world is a lot like your world in a lot of ways. We’ve got cities, suburbs, schools, parks, theaters, arenas, everything. We’re teeming with life and culture and rampant consumerism, just like you are. But see...

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