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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Charades: A case in study of the lengths people will go to prove to themselves and each other that they are happy with the choices they made in life. THE GAME Shakespeare once said that the world is like a stage and the people, the actors. The modern world, however, is less of a play and mor...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    She's five. Her brown hair hangs in ringlets, and she has a wide smile. She looks a lot like my sister. In the hours I've spent with her at the hospital, she has never complained. There is so much she has never seen and will never see. How do you explain colors to a person who lives life w...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Grief like Love Ash is the memento, the imprint While smoke is the shadow, the memory Love at a backwards glance A memory which cannot be forgotten Because smoke follows the flame Long after it has died And burns forever in memory ------- in her memory ---------- As tendrils of smoke sl...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
    As a natural progression of evolution, human beings develop the organization and the technology to control nearly every aspect of life. We cherish our ability to take accountability for our actions and take pride in our independent ideals. In this day and age we are capable beings capable of making ...
  • Opinion > Love / Relationships
    “Dear Editor, I’m so in love that I’m going to ask her to marry me. I want to tell her that I love her in 100 different ways, one for each day that I have known and loved her. She is without a doubt, the one. What should I do?” Mark is proposing to his girlfriend of two yea...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    Once upon a time in an unnamed, obituary place a young girl was walking to the hospital. A slow trickle of traffic passed through the dimly lit streets. A middle aged taxi driver tips the ashes of his cigarette on the side of his gleaming yellow vehicle. A greasy construction worker blasts a drill i...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    “1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3…” Her feet glide against the smooth, polished floor. Her left hand is level with the black, horizontal bar. She lifts. Natasha’s fingers curl into a tight halo above her head as she lifts, only the tip of her toes touching the ground. Her stance falters. She reluc...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    All the things my grandmother taught me. You asked once what I would remember. This and much more. Step One: Buy a tomato plant. “Don’t waste your life with your head in the clouds. You are not a bird. When you’ve leveled yourself back to the ground, clean your room and then we’ll t...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    On August 24, 2008 in the gently sloping town of Ithaca, New York, Eleana Whitfield passed away peacefully in her sleep. She was undergoing treatment for lung cancer which had advanced into the final stages. Eleana was many different things to many different people. When she was younger she wante...
  • Nonfiction > Heroes
    In the memory of J.F.K. Ripples of hope Tendrils of life Carried through by his legacy 1,000 days later 1,000 moments later Drift through these charted waters on Ripples of his life Out of context, blurred with time Deep with meaning, buried in change Memories of his words- clear, ...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    I. The Dark Side of the Moon The old villa creaked slowly, hauntingly, as the heavy winds ravaged the open fields. A man is visible a ways outside of this villa. This man, a soon-to-be father known to most as Vincenzo is pacing the length of the walk, dreading the return home. As the daylight beg...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    We stopped talking a while back. I still can’t decide if that’s a good thing. It was a hopeless friendship, ephemeral and doomed from the day it started. She and I took the same bus home. She sat next to me in Art class. Reluctantly she became my friend. I tried to be nice to he...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    Very few people understand what love is. Even fewer at 15. Fewer still know what to do with it. This is a simple compilation of all the different possibilities. 1. Write a note declaring your feelings (in latin class of course) “That’s not for you.” “Whatever, I&rsq...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    Part I: The Definition Fidelity: (n.) observances of promises, loyalty, faithfulness; adherence to fact or detail; accuracy; exactness Part II: The Memory You were exactly everything to me for two years of my life. But no matter how much you meant to me then. I haven’t thought about you...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    I. THE PRESENT The moving van is out front. And even though I’m trying not to, I’m looking back. I’m looking back and trying to remember the things that I’ll be leaving behind. In the storage room there are several cardboard boxes. They contained childhood memories and useless mementos ...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    In life others help us get where we want to go. It’s easy to be helped. It’s also easy to forget just how simple it is to help others. And it’s just as easy to forget how we can hurt others. And thus, the situation at hand. He never knew she loved him. So, he wouldn’t care now. Conclusio...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    It takes very little to make her happy. Ants marching in a straight line on a sidewalk, a sunny day that’s not too sunny, ‘you’ve got mail’ popping up on her screen, a bumblebee’s erratic flight… Things that most people wouldn’t particularly be excited about. But she’s a happy pe...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    “A book is a letter That the author writes to himself To remind him of all That could have been.” -Shadow of the Wind Another year has past. She moved out into the country Somewhere he would never go Only to move back a few days later Complaining of the heat- When the real reas...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    A pool filled with moonlight painted red overflowing the deepest shade of red Dim rays flickering Like a candle in the howling wind through a window long forgotten. Ashes ghost the edges of a letter crumpled with regret The clock ticks Deeply resounding in that little room ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Cities burn down Rocks crumble and we cling to existence Against all odds Seas are drained Mountains are parted The very earth beneath us- Rips open We cling to existence Like the sole light In a universe of darkness… A flickering candle In the night Someone once said That...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    (Interpretation of what the two Australian miners felt as they were trapped in collapsed mine.) It was dark. I was cold. I was going to die. Nothing seemed to really matter anymore, Because I knew I would never get out alive, I knew I would never see my family again, I would never see...

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