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  Hot Lava Monster

  

  By MorganCleary, Naperville, IL

  The woodchips were the enemy, As I swung bar to bar, Calluses overtaking my fingers. David, with closed eyes and zombie arms, Approached, inching closer and closer, So I jumped and ran, like a silent, stealthy wolf, Skimming through the brilliant tiger lilies And dry woodchips. I reac...
• Reviews > Book Reviews
  Cat on a Hot Tin Roof by Tennessee Williams

  

  By MorganCleary, Naperville, IL

  “ALL—LYIN’—DYIN’—LIARS! LIARS! LIARS!” yells Big Daddy (61). In Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, playwright Tennessee Williams portrays a southern family whose life choices and individual personalities are built upon lies and avarice. Throughout the play, the lies gradually build until Brick and...
• Nonfiction > Academic
  Living in a Doll World

  

  By MorganCleary, Naperville, IL

  When young girls play with Barbie dolls, they fantasize about living in a Barbie doll world with closets filled with an infinite wardrobe and a magical Barbie dream house. They imagine their perfect, attractive, husband, Ken; and, to these girls, nothing would be better than to live in Barbie utopia...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Pink L.L. Bean Jacket

  

  By MorganCleary, Naperville, IL

  I remember when we were young, And you used to chase me at recess In your pink L.L. Bean jacket. You thought I was cool because I was a tomboy And played with the boys. But you were never fast enough When you came to play with me, And I always ran ahead, Leaving you behind. It seemed ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  My life of Mistakes

  

  By MorganCleary, Naperville, IL

  If I had been born with hair, Instead of being bald, People may not have thought that my sister and I Were girl-boy twins. If I hadn’t kept asking for one inch shorter, Then my sister wouldn’t have said that I looked like Gene Simmons in my high school yearbook photo. If I had real...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Maddy

  

  By MorganCleary, Naperville, IL

  In your hand, half the size of mine, You brought it to give to me on Thanksgiving day, the family tree that you drew in your first-grade class. Alongside you and your single parent mother, You drew me. Not your grandmother. Not your uncle. Me, your seventeen-year-old cousin. Looking ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Game of War

  

  By MorganCleary, Naperville, IL

  We slapped our cards down, Between us, on the kitchen table. I hoped my card would trump your card. But luck was the only factor on my side. Your winning stack of cards grew taller and taller, Waving your imminent victory in my face. So I held onto my ace with all my might. When my car...
• Opinion > Love / Relationships
  Accents Speak Louder than Words

  

  By MorganCleary, Naperville, IL

  Last year, an Australian boys basketball team visited my high school for a day. As the handsome, young men shadowed many of our classes, my female classmates and I drooled over our guest’s Aussie accents and fell head over heels for our new visitors, completely ignoring class lectures and our Amer...