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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am hopelessly entangled within you Netted like a fish, I am strangled by our love But it's the good kind of strangled  It makes me feel safe and protected Because we are knotted together for eternity Nothing and no one will untie us  And that's where I want to be...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    It was a hot, humid night in rural Mississippi. My wife and I had been vacationing all day: attending plays, shopping, and exploring towns. I had a raging 103-degree fever, and was exhausted and sick as hell. All I wanted was to collapse on the nearest motel bed and sleep-- yet my wife and I had n...
  • Nonfiction > Sports
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    The fresh morning fog enveloped me as I lifted each leg with exhausted but solid determination, swat beads gleaming like jewels on my face. This hill was a killer, but I was halfway up and determined not to stop. My shoes forged for traction in the rocky dirt, and I huffed for breath as I continue...
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    How many of you are a touch worried about getting Ebola? Well, there’s no need to panic. In 2014, there have been four cases of Ebola in the United States, and only one death. On the other hand, nearly 3,000 to 49,000 people die of influenza (flu) each year. And unlike Ebola, there is a vaccine ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The icy cold spray beckoned me as I inched away, coated in a thick layer of soapsuds. My family’s hot water heater had ruptured a few hours ago, and I hadn’t taken a shower yet. Disgusted at the idea of skipping my daily cleansing, I opted to take a cold shower, and that was where I was now. S...
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    you are like a parasite slinking between my sheets like a snake clinging to me like the sticky heat of summer afternoons the kind of heat you wish would go away but once it's gone you miss it you leech the life out of me with your horribly delicious mouth and I hate to say it but boy...
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    I am nothing but a stuffed doll pull out my seams and sand will spill like ten thousand tears of ten thousand years upon the absence of my shadow limp and numb like a child's toy I am nothing more than a shell a likeliness of a person and that's all I'll ever be...
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    your body is plateaus of skin and thin valleys of pink scars your body has bones and nerve cells and rivers of red blood I hold your hand because I don't want your body to hurt because your body is a treasure chest with your soul inside and if you cut too many cracks through your skin y...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    Are human beings inherently good—or inherently evil? William Golding’s novel, Lord of the Flies, is a raw look at the horrid depths of human nature, and what happens to children when societal and governmental controls disappear. Lord of the Flies takes place on a Pacific island where a plane f...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    The valley was rimmed by jagged black mountains that were rough against the velvet-smooth navy-blue sky. To the west, the mountains shrunk until they were nothing more than steep sea bluffs, dropping hundreds of feet into the ebony ocean. The shadowy mountains and water formed the brims of a scint...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Teachers often seem like cold professionals, and it’s easy to think of them as nothing more than the people who assign your homework, lecture on and on, and grade your tests. But teachers are more than that—they are adults who care about you and your well-being. I used to fall into the trap of...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Your voice is shattered into two million pieces as you tell me, “I don’t want to live anymore.” You don’t meet my eyes, and you couldn’t anyway; Yours are too clouded with tears to see anything but shadows. I gently reach out to touch your beautiful face, Beautiful even when you are s...
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    whenever troubles gnaw at my insides my hands itch to write to vomit up the Hell that is chewing at my heart and soul and trap the Devil on paper but I don’t want to do that for my troubles with you I don’t want to capture anything to do with you in a poem because writing poetry is a ...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    The flies continued. They were vicious flies, wicked flies, undefeatable and hostile flies; they were a torment, a torture, terrible demons sent by the wrath of summer’s heat. They crawled into your ears and gathered at your lips and clung with their bloodsucking mouths to your arms and fingertips...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    Sonny had seen it all. From shows and gymkhanas to trails and lessons, this bald-faced gelding was an all-around expert. He had won a plethora of ribbons throughout his showing career, but chronic laminitis and Cushing’s syndrome had crippled his feet, confining him to simple walking and jogging i...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    A sweet and adorably clumsy bay Quarter Horse mare, Starlight’s Dandelion, aka Dande, was affectionately known around Hensley Ranch—where she lived—as “Baby Horse”. She was young, but that wasn’t the only reason for her nickname. Dande—in all honestly—was a complete klutz, and her cu...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    Back when I was a young teenager, my Dad and I planted a skimpy garden in the 1/8-acre backyard of our small suburban house. The soil was parched— rain hadn’t fallen for months— so we weren’t sure anything would sprout. But lo and behold: after a few weeks of systematic watering and constant...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I’ll tell my daughter why the sky is blue, And why her throat aches for water when it’s hot outside. I’ll tell my daughter the names of the birds that dance across the morning sky, And the colors of each blossoming flower. I’ll tell her that when she’s happy, She has every right to b...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    you are so screwed up you have me in the palm of your hand and you mold me like clay into your hackneyed, battered sculpture I try to be strong but with one touch, one glance in my direction I am cracked once again so I hide myself behind a shiny coat of glaze when I am near you but the ins...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    surgeons leave scars and so did you but unlike a surgeon who removes the very things that cause harm you implanted them...
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    The sorrow continued. It was a deep sorrow, a wide sorrow, a thick sorrow; It was a barrier, isolation, the bars of a jail with no windows or doors; It was a sorrow to break the hearts of all sorrows before it. It came in teaspoons, in gallons, in oceans that froze hearts like ice. It stole th...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    Extracurricular activities are extremely important. Not only are they impressive on college applications, they are also huge stress-relievers. Sara Feinstein, a High School senior, states that “you need more than good grades and high scores to be accepted into college: you need a deep involvem...
  • Reviews > Movie Reviews
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    You want to be sure your bladder is empty before sitting down to watch Spellbound, because this nail-biting documentary contains no dull moments that allow one to escape to the restroom. Directed by Jeffery Blitz, Spellbound is a documentary centered around the 1999 Scripps-Howard National Spell...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    It is early morning. The warm yellow light of the rising sun caresses the snow-dusted, densely forested peaks. The tall mountains slope steeply down, tapering off into rolling hills and grassy plains, which end abruptly at a deep gorge. With rocky, steep walls, the gorge is dangerous for antelope, e...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Telling the truth is Overrated because it Always hurts someone...

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