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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When I was a child, I kept a dream catcher above my head, it's feathered ends brushing the tip of my nose on the nights when I couldn't sleep, when monsters in the dark kept me awake. I imagined, in the way a child's brain is wont to do, that my dreams were stories from another world, so...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    I am not so much emotion, as flight. a blue jay's wings fluttering in midair, molecules of dust caught in morning light. The crescent curve of a moon laid bare. To Paint, To Create, To Dance, To Sing: I am energy flowing crown to toe and outwards, upwards, ever transforming ---- infectious...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Her hair is a fan of auburn, red blooming from temples in the way you once saw the sun bleed out into the sky. Her eyes are wide open, gaping, staring at the nothing space between Here and There. In your hand, her hand lies limp, still warm, and your smile becomes an inverted imitation of a blade'...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    Without conflict there would be no songs sung in times of trouble, no paintings finished in moments of despair, and no stories told on fearful nights. Without conflict, there would be no art. Without change, nothing would grow-- no one would grow. Because conflict and change are a package deal, a ti...
  • Hot Topics > Health
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    Everywhere one looks in America, there is a fast food restaurant. Globally, names such as McDonald’s, Burger King, and Wendy’s have become recognisable. On every street corner, within walking distance from most schools, and with the added bonus of a drive-thru, fast food has become both a const...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    It’s eleven o’clock at night; the dishwasher is running, the sounds from upstairs have quieted down, and the television plays the first few chords of the nightly news opening. All seems to be well, correct? But then, drifting from the depths of the living room, begins a story --- only a glimpse ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    frozen and dark atop a mountain side lies a forgotten house of broken stone. with an iron gate stretching far and wide, our cruel world has left its tenant alone. a living soul knows not who resides there among the barren plains and ashen land. a being who has found home in the lair of quie...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    this land is [y]our land broken barren vacant rusting at the edges of every iron corner this land is [my] land forgotten forlorn ragged wind haunting every broken window & every open door this land is [y]our land never [my] land...
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