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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am the cry of every child the smile of every face the dance of every street the tortured human race. I am the twinkle in every eye the shout of unheard age the kiss on every cheek the punch in every face. I am the clap of praise rewarded the clack of every cell the shout of great victory...
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    Who is this man, this man in the mirror? It cannot be me, no! It cannot be I! No, for this man, he is not familiar. Hate constatly flickers behind his eyes. How I despise you! You man in the mirror! I shield my face to avoid your reflection! There is no escape from you, man in the mirror! N...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    The boat rocked back and forth as I held onto the railing, afraid of falling over the edge. The smell of the salty ocean filled my nostrils, my eyes were closed so the mist wouldn't come into my eyes and sting them. The boat was packed with thousands of people awaiting to see what would be thei...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Lightning struck down as the family of five walked to the front door of their new house. Kaytlin Douglas the oldest of the three children being the age of fifteen looked up blankly at the house that was barely held together by the rotten pieces of wood of which the house was made of. She still could...
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    Brianna Cambell was a 15 year old girl who lived in the year 1952. She lived in England with her father and two younger sisters, Rebecca Alaina and Bethany Nicole. Her father was a strict and overprotective man, especially on her behalf. He made sure that she never participated in anything she might...
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    I wear a mask. Not an ordinary mask, my mask. A mask of 10,000 different people and personalities of which none are me. My mask contains a mixture of my shame and my low self esteem. I wear my mask to school and when I go to church, only to make sure I cover up my hurt. On my mask I have painted ...

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