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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The alarms blared, in the grating, intrusive way that they do, and I could tell without turning around that the wall behind me was going up in flames. One grenade too many, I suppose. The firemen were already here, and I could hear their sirens joining enthusiastically with the cacophony. They mi...
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    The wind howled and moaned around through the cracks of the buildings as I made my way home. The street was empty, and the pavement was wet and shining in the slowly clearing moonlight. I crumpled the newspaper I’d been holding over my head, and threw it to the ground. Throwing something over my s...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    They’ve been here quite some time Who knows from whence they came We go about our business And we let them do the same It was nighttime last September They came in with a ‘Please’ and a gun They broke down the doors so politely That we let them have their fun They all where dark cl...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    25th of September 1837 Doctor Williams, How are you? I am dreadfully sorry to have to bother you, but I feel that you are a man one could consult in order to find answers, at least of a physical nature. That is, after all (I hope), how you became a doctor. I have a problem. You see, Zeb...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    It wasn’t fair. I, at the ripe old age of seven, couldn’t ride a bike. At the time, everything in my world was divided by rank of age, from intelligence to height to ability to do just about anything. So, why could my six-year-old brother ride a bike? In fact, there were kids I could remember fr...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I sat on the floor of my grandmother’s living room, shuffling half-heartedly through a basket of wind-up toys. Most of them had seen upwards of twenty years of duty, so they weren’t exactly in prime working order. I liked my grandparent’s house. They were lovely people, and there were usually ...
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