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  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I am all alone, wishing that someone's beloved arms could be my shelter, my base, and my safety for all eternity. When I am speaking to the crowd of a local high school, my shield presents itself with such force that not even a frown is seen by me. On my way back from the speaking engagement, I...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    We slowly draw closer in the enveloping blackness. My porch light illuminates his chocolate face as we draw closer, collapsing the distance of our feelings. Crickets cheer us on in this climactic adrenaline rush. The warm air places a heavy blanket of absolute around us; our breathing becomes one br...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The smell of potatoes and sausage was rushing up from my plate, catching itself in my nostrils, and — like fetid milk — making me nauseous. I hadn’t been able to keep down breakfast since summer. I remember having to dart from the shower one morning after trying to stomach apple-cinnamon oatme...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    You walk through your apartment at night without bothering to turn on the lights. Why should you? You are in familiar territory. But this is the night that you stub your toe on a table, hard. You verbalize to yourself that this jarring, intense pain will subside in sixty seconds. You might even coun...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    A writer struggling for an idea for an article walks into a cafe with his MacBook. The cafe is full to capacity with brains-exuding people on their laptops, staring so intently into their browsers they are almost grimacing. The band of the month, before they become too popular, emanates from speaker...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    When it happens, you won’t want to believe it. You’ll take their word for it when they say they’re busy, swamped at work, “just doing me.” You’ll make excuses for them, put your ringer on extra loud in case they call. But you’ll still feel the change, and because you can’t rationaliz...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    They had been together for months. Now, maybe he would say it. All dinner he had been trying, looking for the right time. Mouth open, mouth close, the words never coming. Finally, he had built up his courage. Those three little words. Susan waited, anticipating. Harry spoke: "Pass the salt...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I lay on my stomach in my garden, watching some butterflies flit about among the flowers. Legs swinging up in the air, face cupped in slim-fingered hands, I diligently followed the creatures’ every move with my eyes. A bird suddenly squawked from above, scaring away the timid creatures. I sighed ...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    When I was little, I did not wander as a cloud. I floated on one. I have to admit, when the assignment was given to us to write about a poem I did not think I would find one that would capture my interest or my memory. For days, my ears would burn the table of contents as my fingers struck down page...
  • Opinion > Movies / Music / TV
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    The exchange happened on a Thursday afternoon. The hum of the bus screeches to a halt in front of my black friend and me as we exchange CD’s for the other to listen. As soon as I hand over my Green Day CD to him to listen to his fellow “brothers” stare askance at this odd transaction. How dare...
  • Opinion > Pop Culture / Trends
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    People laugh at funerals. It happens. People do not see it, but it happens. Always someone is smiling because they know that now that their relative is dead the will shall be made apparent and the source of income will be squeezed until every penny is sapped. Along with the happy funeral brigade, a ...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    I watched him kill me. That was not the bad thing, the fact that he had killed me. What the bad thing was, I knew what was coming. For seven days and seven nights I watched that idiot poke his head into my door slowly as if he were some no good teenager looking to pull some prank. Do not think I did...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    It’s the end of the world,” said the brightly colored parakeet as she perched precariously in her cage. Mrs. Brown looked up from where she had been dusting the furniture. She certainly hadn’t taught the bird that phrase. She had been the bird’s main instructor in language, and almost all of...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    Wicked, Gregory Maguire's perceptive and captivating take on The Wizard of Oz, became a modern cult classic (and later a hit broadway musical) when it was published in 1995. In L. Frank Baum's classic tale, we read only of Dorothy's triumph over the Wicked Witch of the West. But what ...
  • College
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    When I was little, I did not wander as a cloud. I floated on one. I have to admit, when the assignment was given to us to write about a poem I did not think I would find one that would capture my interest or my memory. For days, my ears would burn the table of contents as my fingers struck down page...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    You have...a profile, it says..."Hey, I'm K!" the site...you're part of: it's known as Face book. But you have… an unhealthy need...a craving to feed...you’re addicted, obsessed with Face book. Tell me why (you're always on a social page) Tell me why (you'...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    I sit in the teacher’s classroom. Dazed and confused. What is she talking about now? Fractions? I need this grade. I hope I get it soon. I raise my hand to ask the usual question. A repetition is more than just a habit. I am shocked that he did not slap on the rejection. I listen...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    We slowly draw closer in the enveloping blackness. My porch light illuminates his brown face as we slowly draw closer, collapsing the distance of our night together. Crickets cheer us on in this game of chance, shouting their approval at the score that we both shall obtain in just a few seconds. The...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    I love you more than I love my books. Your cover is the one thing I look forward to each day. Your leather binding captivates my eye. Your words always keep me turning the pages, wanting more. I love the plot points you reveal to me when we are communicating. I can't find the words to desc...
  • College
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    “If I can overcome all these obstacles and challenges, then you can do anything!” the crowd cheers with the enigmatic thunder of my words. I slowly step off the podium to a colligation of faces, my cane sweeping the rough tureen ahead of me. Dozens of faces clash into one huge mess as I shake ha...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Hold me while I’m sleeping Protect me through my dreams I want you always next to me Waiting with open arms In a time where we’re not open Where a lie is almost truth I yearn for your sweet embrace So put my mind to rest At night I am beset by dark That holds and squee...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    The writer sits, staring at the computer screen. Minutes race by and the ghostly white of blank page of Microsoft Word begins etch itself onto the writer’s retinas. Sanity tiptoes out of the room as the writer considers using the hypnotically blinking cursor as a main character. “I have to st...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I walk into the library early in the morning, look all around at the new large print books and audio books stacked and or placed neatly upon row after row of shelves, and marvel at just how quiet it actually is. The reason it's so quiet is not that people have their heads in some raunchy roman...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    Harry sat reading the journal. 'Hah' mused Harry, 'this isn't a journal - it's more like an Encyclopedia of All Things Magical That I have learned'. The book he was reading had been presented to him by Professor McGonagall just before Harry left Hogwarts, saying that ...

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