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  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Slowly walking to the square, They carry precious sacrifices. A cage. A globe. A brown guitar. To the gallows they go. Quickly walking to the square, He carries papers with seals. For him. For her. For the hangman himself. How tall will the gallows grow?...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Wandering through the world over wintery plains wearing her black veil weeping for her lover, She finds her place in the sky, a goddess of Superstition’s tales. In the summer, she is His lover. Wandering through the world during Winter’s opening harvest wearing her white veil, w...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
    When the bell rang, I walked quickly to my car, put the keys into the ignition, and shifted the gear to drive. As I zigzagged through lanes of traffic, I thought about all the relaxing activities awaiting me at home. First, I would grab a snack. Later, I would watch that movie I ren… “NO! St...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    There he hangs. like the remnants of a wax candle, he clings to his chandelier. the domestic lowers the once-fiery cage. from the chandelier's sharp spikes, he roughly removes the mounds of wax. he discards them in a bin. i wait. he shifts the ladder underneath the next chandelier. the l...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Art is stupid and pointless. Like the piece of gum relentlessly bonding my shoe to the floor mat. There is no meaning behind A.B.C. gum. Whatever looks beautiful is art. But beauty always fades and leaves an ugly shadow of the past. Beauty is stupid and pointless. Like the mold growing on ...
  • Fiction > Romance
    Samantha won't look at me. I took her to lunch at her favorite restaurant on the boardwalk, the one where we had our first date, hoping to make peace with her, but her eyes always seemed preoccupied with the miniature salt and pepper shakers. I understand why she's mad at me, but I wish sh...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
    We arrived at the strange house today, the house of the Unmentionable Times, after our long journey away from the City. We are free of our old bonds and can do as we please. The rooms of this house are different from the ones in the City. They are full of colors and old manuscripts. The Unconque...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Young legs struggle to keep pace with kindred branches among the branches and leaves of spring; Fall is upon me. Pushing away the webs of adolescence and spiders, no longer preventing the ripening of our minds- or my mind. Puerile conversation brings wisdom- to me, confusion restrained wit...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    The living room serves as the heart of any home. As a family lives in a home over several years, they begin to instill a sense of themselves in their living room. Unlike other rooms in the house, the living room has no set purpose. It can function as anything depending on the wishes of its inhabi...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Once upon a time, there was a boy named Fred who was a complete pessimist. He hated his life and always saw the bad in things. Since he only looked at the negative, Fred wasn’t able to see any good in life, which made him even more pessimistic. At school one day, as Fred plodded into his hist...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
    I march along through the dense ­humidity of the summer day. My lawnmower is my faithful ally, ­assuring my victory in this war. However, nature's defenses refuse to let up. The thick air smothers me in sweat. The blades of grass stand tall and strong, a final act of rebellion against this weekly ...

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