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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Stupid dog. Why did you have to play so hard? Why did you have to spend the entire day digging? Why did you want to leave us? There was a knock on my door. A loud one. It shook me from my sleep, but left me disoriented in the dark of my room, wondering what was the matter. The door was thrown ope...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    She was a know-it-all. A complete know-it-all. She was never wrong, apparently, and knew something about everything. Sometimes, I think she'd just make it up. She'd say, “The legal height of a midget is four feet five inches,” and the thing was, no one could prove her wrong until later, so she w...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Sometimes, I would tuck my head under my pillow and I would scream. I would scream so loudly, everyone should have been able to hear me. Everyone. My next store neighbor, my chemistry teacher across town, my grandma in Florida. They all should have heard me. Except, no one ever heard me. And, if...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Lily— Lovely, lovely Lily. I’m an idiot. I am an idiot! I am an idiot, Lily! How many times would you like me to say it? Ten? Twenty? A hundred? I’ll say it a hundred times. I will. I promise. Right now. I’ll write until my hand cramps, and I’ll keep going after that. One hundred t...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    “God!” I cried, looking down at my phone. “What is it?” Bri asked, as if she was actually worried. I doubted it. “Did someone forward something to you?” Jilly asked, in a jokingly mean way. Like, she was joking though she knew that was exactly what happened. “How’d you know?...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Eh? You had this thing about Canada and Canadians. I don’t know what it was about it. I don’t even really know how it started. I just know you had a thing about them. Really, it wasn’t like you were obsessed. You were just always mentioning it in passing conversation, like a normal perso...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Her name was Jess. She told me everyone called her Jessica. Except her mother. Jess’s mother called her Jessie. Jess told me, though, that she wanted me to call her Jess because she thought it was more chic. She said that. Chic. I met her at the after school daycare at Walden Elementary. Jud...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Blind Love “Things will get better. Just stay strong, Rose. Stay strong.” They always say that. But you can’t listen to them. Because it’s not true. But they still keep saying it. They expect us to listen, to think it’s true. But it’s a lie; a fallacy. Things will not get better. Th...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    It was just embarrassing. Meg always talked about it, and said it was just so sad that I had never actually experienced it. Yeah, right. I bet she thought it was amazing, being able to tell me all the great stories about how wonderful it was and describing every last detail. Okay. I’ll say it. I...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Even though I tried to make it look like I didn’t care, I did. And I think everyone knew it too. Every time I shrugged off the words, I would be given a sad little smile, like, oh, look at you! Pretending you don’t care. Again. It wasn’t that I wanted to care. I didn’t want to care. I wan...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    “It’s going to explode! Get out of the way. Move!” I sighed, and shook my head. “It’s not going to explode, Drew.” I looked at the pile of boxes a little skeptically. Unless boxes could spontaneous combust, it was not exploding. Straightening my manager badge on my chest, I put my...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    A taxicab hit the slight body of Charlotte Anne Locke on the thirtieth of June. The momentum passed from the cab into the body, throwing it nearly ten feet away. Slamming on brakes and whirling steering wheels, drivers tried to swerve around the woman but few were successful. In the end, the ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    It happened once more. I’m not saying it happened to me a lot, though. If it did, I would have probably just killed myself because someone up there had it out for me anyway. It had, however, happened to me before. This particular time I was in a bathroom in McDonald’s. Usually, I make ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    The Pedestal Spinning. Around. Upside down. Together. Once. Twice. Forever. Sparkling. Reflecting beads of sunlight. Mirroring more than that. Imitating the rotating beam Spotlighted on one Until someone shoves. Friends. More than that. But always less than everything. More than...

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