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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When horses don’t prance And dogs don’t bark, When dancers can’t dance And the only bird is the lark, When fish can’t swim And the turtle has no shell, When great mammoths exist And there is no Hell, When snakes grow feet And the rain won’t fall, When the sun lacks heat And ...
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    They tell me that I Should let him go, That the pain will die, But they don’t know. I know what happy is; It’s him all night, all day. I know what misery looks like; It’s him walking away. Why should I listen to them? It’s not him they love. I’ll stick beside him, Below the ...
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    What does it mean to be cheerful? I seem to have lost my way. Instead, I find myself fearful That I will waste a precious day. Does it really matter If I’m happy in the end? Because sometimes in this world Hearts break instead of bend. Cuts that line my arms Tell a tale of misery. Th...
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    Growing up, every girl somehow ends up with her own idea of what love is. At a young age, she probably envisions something straight out of a Disney movie, complete with a handsome young man who treats her like a princess. As she grows older, she imagines a perfect kiss under the stars or on the beac...
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    Gorgeous, charming, funny, wonderful Joe— Some things must be said. I've been putting them off for almost two weeks now, but I’m running out of time. No, I’m not terminally ill, but I’m in terrible danger of breaking. Staying here is unhealthy for me, and I’m tired of being sick....
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    Heart of glass, Delicate and broken. Easy to bypass-- Strong-willed, but soft-spoken. Heart of breaks, Sad and torn. Standing in the dark So forlorn. Heart of Heaven, Please stay near. Put down love’s gun And don’t shed a tear. Heart of love, Full to bursting. This is the pas...
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    Stars are falling In the dark. He is calling, The voice of a lark. Rain is pattering On the ground. The world is spinning Round and round. He is good; He is right. This heart of wood Is lit up bright. Lightning strikes. There's a thunder rumble. In love we're falling. ...
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    I believe that there’s a point in every girl’s life where she has a desperate, perhaps irrational, perhaps justified (but still legitimate) fear of being single forever. Seventeen years ended my forever. Perhaps the end of forever is temporary as if the pause button was pressed in the middle of ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    Charlie was not remarkable. In fact, he was quite unremarkable. His nondescript name said as much. He wore wire-framed glasses that frequently slid down to the end of his nose, and his skin was pocked with acne that had not gone away when he exited puberty. He was scrawny, especially for a man of tw...
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    Melody was a quiet, plain girl with a name that suggested something beautiful. She often dreamed of the day when Prince Charming (also known as Prince Brendan) would come to save her from the horrible household of Prince Kaden. Prince Brendan and Prince Kaden were rivals, and it was only fitting tha...
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    Quiet Ariadne Pryce. Shy Ariadne Pryce. Nerdy Ariadne Pryce. Ariadne didn’t mind the adjectives that usually preceded her name. She was left alone, and she was perfectly content to sit back and watch the other girls fight for popularity, boys, and grades. Besides, Ariadne was not quiet or shy or n...
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    The saying goes that it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Well, for me, a reckless eighteen-year-old, it was all fun and games until people ended up dead. So, when I sit in Judgment, I’ll have a lot of explaining to do. As a kid, Leo Mark Antony—yep, that’s me; bless Mum’s ...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Violet eyes follow him around at school, never spoken words to accompany the constantly repeated action of following his movements. Those violet eyes are mine, eyes that are so odd in a world of blacks and whites and grays. Violet eyes that see only for him, sparkle only when they are trained on him...
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    The ascent into paradise was wonderful, dizzying ecstasy; it was bliss in its purest form. It only stands to reason that the fall from paradise was the exact opposite. My rise to paradise began on a trip to Chicago where I met Jesse. It’s safe to say that my on-again/off-again relationship with Da...
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    Surgical enhancement is not the answer. How many times have I seen examples of bad implants or hideous tummy tucks? Yet here I am at eighteen years of age in a powder blue hospital gown, surrounded by a team of surgeons clothed in blue scrubs and sensible blue gloves. The recurring theme here seems ...
  • Fiction > Action-Adventure
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    I watch with terrible fascination as Undead stumble toward us, reaching, always reaching. Wrinkled hands of the old form hooks that flex, grabbing for us even before they’re within reaching distance of us. Manicured nails form claws in a variety of colors and designs. Gray hair, black hair, blond ...
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    In the beginning, the Infection was not called a disease. It was meant to be a medical miracle, a way to extend the length of one’s life. The scientists who created it were ecstatic over the invention of a concoction that seemed to have no faults, no flaws. They began studying the brain in hopes o...
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    In Elysium, every child’s thirteenth birthday is marked with a raid of The Cold City. The child’s performance is evaluated and his potential noted. He is in no real danger, flanked by vigilant, well-trained men, but the pressure he feels is nearly palpable; he is acutely aware of the village’s...

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