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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    They are the only ones who humor me. I am the only one who adores them. Three stormy clouds with misunderstood excitement and a disastrous cover like mine. Three not with us, but above us. Three impossibly strong, toned clouds appear in a blink. From my room, I can feel them, but everyone else goes ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Giggles and chirps swirl in the breeze. Entwining and flowing slowly. Grass as green as guacamole. She looks up at the lush, lean trees. Wonderment glimmers in her eyes, filled with happiness and surprise. A robin hops with expertise, busily tending her filled nest. Four blue eggs, w...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My dad’s eyes are bright blue skies. As clear as New Zealand lakes. No other characteristic stands out more in the family portrait. The blues grab the wandering eyes in our crowd of browns and greys. His eyes, like small sapphires hitting the light just right, are sharp and focused. They cut li...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The tropical breeze runs through the beach. Heavy waves cut into the sand. The gnarliest surfers battle the perfect glassy faces. Longboard calmly in hands, sparkled in sand. The whole ten feet of it skims the water, leaving behind the beach. The shore is scattered with intrigued faces. Bo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A common, innocent walk, no shout-out features, this man I see across the street, a perfect shoplifter....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    White as ice. Ultimate purity, no dirt or grime, saintly and untainted. No despair or fear but separated. Ice can be cold to the beholder. Red, blazing like fire, hatred seeps the corners of my thoughts. Tongue hisses with sin. Fire is spreading, impossible to stop. Fire and ice burn equa...
  • Nonfiction > Educator of the Year
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    He is as intimidating as the class he teaches. His old man exterior leads me to be believe that he is a cranky, angry person. It still amazes me that it is his class that I look forward to everyday. AP Calculus is challenging even for the smartest mathletes. Mr. Urban teaches the three AP Calculus ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It’s February, battling for you. Competitors soar with potential. I bid mountainous for you. Even if the temperature plummets and it’s freezing, I soften the snow. Expect a mild winter with rain showers. So bring the games. The great wall of competitors shiver. But with me, it never g...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Look up. Higher. Don’t you see it? You’re looking too low, I can tell. Start at the base where bears wrestle, then lift your eyes above the clouds. Denali stands boldly, all alone. Can you see it now?...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    X-men and Star Trek Harry Potter and Star Wars One for every nerd....
  • College
    Guide > College Essays
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    Oh Madison. Where to even begin. I guess I could talk about my innumerable visits. I could mention the busy Saturday mornings, going to the farmers’ market encircling the capital. Or my walks on State Street. I could mention that I spent mornings running the lakeshore path, racing the sun as it...
  • College
    Guide > College Essays
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    Staring. Waiting. The small, square door stands still while the inside spins round and round like the propeller on a boat. The thump, thump, thump of the dryer has a loyal beat. My fingers run through the round, red rug as I sit there. Just waiting. I tear my sight off the door to see my sister ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The first step is always the hardest. And procrastination is always the issue. Twelve miles. Forty-three laps around an indoor track at the Pettit National Ice Center. But the dry, ice-less track looks hunky-dory in the dark, dank winter months. I’m on the line with my black, Nike shorts and a ...

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