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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Pieces of words and phrases and syllables and letters all strung up together like a necklace Iridescent pigments and splashes of colors hidden behind the black letters invisible to the eye Feelings and emotions poured over the pages but hidden inside the ink It’s confusing and painful and every...
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    We were all given this life for a reason So then why do so many of us take it away on purpose? Be blessed you are even alive. So many babies are dead before their first breath So many children are killed before they can live So many people don’t get to live the life you have. Be grateful for...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Seventh grade. The second year of middle school. One of the biggest years of our lives. That year, it seemed like nothing could stop changing. It seemed like I was growing up a little too quickly. The changes seemed minuscule at first; like the clothes I wore and the music I listened to. Those chan...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Boy's P.O.V: I need to clear my mind. That's the only reason I'm here. But I see her today. I wonder why she's here. I hope she doesn't see me because I can't avert my eyes from her. She sits on the same filthy bench I always see her on when I come here. She acts so di...
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    She closes her eyes and lets the night sky pour over her like an ocean. She absorbs the sounds of nature like a sponge and traces the stars with her fingers. The soothing and quiet sounds of bugs and the chirps of crickets blend together into one peaceful symphony. The gentle moon light lifts her up...
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    I remember when I laid next to you when we first met It was one of those days I would never forget. I took you into my arms and raised you as my own I knew from that day on that I’d never be alone. I’d look up at you and you’d stare back at me; you were an abstract piece of art It was...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    My Mama holds me close. The room is dark and silent. The only sound audible is the coughs bouncing off of the children and elders. It had been an hour since the sirens had silenced and everybody on Pleasant Street had evacuated to biggest house on the street and had fled to the downstairs basement. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I'm just so tired. Of being pushed around. Of the endless papers. Of the inequalities. Of the lies. Tired of being mistreated and killed. Frustrated with the struggles and hells in the world. Exhausted of being ignored. Tired of you pretending I'm not there. Done with being afra...
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    “Get away from me,” I spit out. I hear the echo of my voice right after the words leave my lips. I can hear the anguish in my voice that I tried so desperately to hide. But it’s too late now. Before I know it, my voice begins to rise, his lips begin to move, my heart begins to pound, and m...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    1. Always avoid alliterations. At all costs all the time. 2. Comparisons are just as bad as cliches too. 3. Be more or less specific! 4. Writers should never ever generalize. 5. Be consistent! 6. Don't ever use more words than you really need. Dumb it down a bit. It's highly superfl...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    He grabbed my arm tightly, revealing a thousand scars His burning eyes locked into mine as they burned into me like lava. "Look at this," he screamed, with anguish. Then he told me, "If you are going to cut yourself again, then you are going to take my arm and cut it as many as ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    For as long as I can remember, we have had this great big wooden grandfather clock in the entrance hall. The wood is a deep thoughtful oak. The clock has a golden border and wooden carvings all around the body with many complex golden drawings scattered around as well. The face of the clock is shiny...
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    My neighbor, who I've always known, has a little son named Jack who is in the third grade. Jack has always been a sweet boy. He has always been very curious and thirsty for knowledge. His father says it is both a blessing and a curse. One day, when I was walking home from school, I passed Ja...
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    Some people called her crazy. Some called her stupid, while others didn't even bother. I wasn't anyone of those people. For me, it was different. She was my Grandmother. For as long as I can remember, my Grandma had carried a Nikon camera in her purse. Taking hundreds of photographs. S...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    I couldn't fall asleep. Just couldn't for some reason. Just having one of those nights I suppose. I was exhausted but my body fought slumber from my eyes like a wolf. They burned as I stared into the deep darkness that consumed the room. But then, I saw something. I swear, I really, t...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am a sponge. Everyone is mean to me at school but instead of giving off my anger, I just play it cool. I don't really have that many friends, I'm more of an outsider, the kid that everybody offends. But instead of going crazy and giving off my rage, I suck it all in, let it...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I'm just a would've been, could've been, should've been, never was. And never ever will be....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Closets are for clothes, my mother once said, nobody should be afraid to be themselves sit in hiding, wishing they were dead. When she told me that, I didn’t understand what she had meant, those words just stuck in my head like a block of cement. she told me that’s okay, just don’t yo...
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    Apparently, years ago, people came to this land to live the, “American dream” well I’m living it right now, and I want to go scream. Our pledge of allegiance says “liberty and justice for all” but our country goes corrupt over something very small. Years ago, America used to welco...
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    Nobody is talking, the deafening silence is mocking. Why doesn't anybody care? I just close my eyes for one more prayer. They’re hateful of me. They laugh and they scream, I wish I could just wake up and everything would be a dream. Finally I confront them, my heart racing wil...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    One day I was walking down town with my friends. The day had been most uneventful. The sun was shining and overall, it had been a slow day. However, just as we were about to head back to my house, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Something that made my palms sweaty, and my heart race. ...
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    This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My body ached, my hair was a mess, and the pain in my head would still not go away. I slowly dragged my tired body downstairs. My brain seemed to fall into asleep into deep darkness as I sit there in the kitchen. My whole body was numb until I...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I fell hard, torn right out of my ship, that’s when I lost everything, including my grip. I fell hard, right under the spell went right into a living hell. Plunged down to the unknowns; right into the danger zones. Pulled down, darker and darker it became as I descended, it was too la...
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    My mother has a fur coat. I don’t understand why. Doesn't she know that innocent animals had to die? One day, I took the fur coat while my mother was out running an errand. I tore out of the house faster than a NASA rocket launch. Oh, wait, NASA can’t afford to have rockets anymore. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Hope is the spark of anguish the tiny glimmer that refuses to die the voice in your mind that screams, “Keep going, don’t give in now” hope is strongest passion. The brave soldiers who keep holding on hope is the biggest display of brawn; soldiers believing even in the hardest time he...

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