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  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    They could hear the music. On their backs in the wheat field, staring up through the golden stalks at the aquamarine sky. A light breeze rippled through the field, waving the stalks back and forth, and they could hear the music of it. The crystal clear notes produced music like a faerie harp. Fa...
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    I’ve always hated the color orange. Don’t ask me why, but every time i see anything orange, instantly want to change it to my favorite color, blue. This causes some problems, as i find myself beginning to hate anything that is orange. Why do i hate it so much? Why is it my least favorite color? ...
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    I knew at once that he was a vampire. His scent was so heavy that I began to cough and hack. That caught his attention, and looked at me from the bench where he was sitting, facing the crashing waves of the ocean. “Are you okay?” he asked. I never knew how three little words could make my hea...
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    She's so perfect that you hate her you want to kick her teeth in knock that cocky smile off her face bring her back to earth and show her that she's not all that great that her gorgeous blond hair is the color of a rotten banana that her sea blue eyes are the color of storm clouds and when i...
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    All our life they teach us that nothing comes in twos. The world revolves around money, and since there are no longer any two dollar bills, things must not come in twos anymore either. At my last school however, EVERYTHING came in twos. By that I mean that everyone came in pairs. There were three ma...
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    Do not be fooled by me or by the mask I wear. I act like it doesn't bother me when you fling my backpack down once you realize it's mine as if I have cooties but I stopped believing in cooties in the first grade didn't you too? And I act like I think it's funny when you all put your hands d...
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    Staring at the moon the moon turns her sweet face and smiles a sweet smile on this dark and desolate place. I don't want to go home and face reality I'm sick of this reality and all I want to do is dream. I can see the stars I don't count them though people want me to come inside without ...
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    When I was eight years old I had a friend. Her name was Rachel, she was in my second grade class. We played together and were very close. We were doing math together at our desks that day. The secretary came in and whispered something to the teacher who started crying. The secretary came, took Rache...
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    They finally gave me a new cell. It is small, dark, and square, but it is slightly less damp. I suppose I should be filled with fear and worry, but really I'm just bored. The elven woman comes every so often to take me to the restroom, and twice a day to eat at a long table, the table is usually co...
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    'I cayun't see! I cayun't see! Somebody help me, I cayun't see!' Tirabelle leaned against a tree, her old fashioned calico dress covering her legs, watching Mary Lou stumble around with her eyes closed, shouting in an offending voice. Eventually Mary Lou stumbled on a root, and fell in the lap of he...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    A big part of writing is being originality. No one will want to read your story, if it sounds just like every other story they've read. So please, no more versions of High School Musical, or stories about the little sister who gets it while the older sister doesn't. There are so many ideas out there...
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    “So you're the mortal girl Myrian brought in from the city,” says the fancy man with the long brown hair tied with a ribbon in the back. He is dressed elegantly, although somewhat out of fashion, with his pants that only reach just past his knees, with his white stockings going into his ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    There's an old woman sitting in front of my house. With gray skin and gray hair and all the sadness anybody ever knew reflected in her gray gray eyes. She's got a million layers of worn out full of holes filthy ugly clothing that someone somewhere threw out because it wasn't good en...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    There are a thousand ways to begin a story, but this isn't a beginning, nor is it an end. This is just important. Period. That brisk and chilly Saturday in December, when the world was heaving up and cleaning itself out for the coating of snow that was sure to come any day now. Later in the day ...
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    Frank was ten years old when he first met his best friend. Her name was Georgia and she was ten too. They hit it off immediately, when you're ten you don't require much more than a playmate. They played together the whole Summer, all morning until lunch, and all afternoon until dinner. She was there...
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    Yesterday I saw a cat. I know that sounds really lame, but I saw a cat. He was white with a perfect black circle on his forehead. The cat kept...looking at me, with his green and blue eyes. Then it started jerking its head, like the way people sometimes do to tell someone to follow them. So I did......
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    The flower. And the fairies. Dancing in a Northern Wind. The polar bear. And the arctic foxes. Singing ice into a Winter Blizzard. The Tiger. And the Goddesses. Blowing Spirit into a Tropical Storm. The Elephant. And the Giraffes. Weeping moonlight into a Sun-Bright Prairie. The...
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    Gloria Gedlock looked at me like I was some sort of demon. Her ice blue eyes drilled into my consious, I could feel it starting to smoke as she drilled a hole in my mind. But I resisted. A shield, a shield of mud brown and yellow emblished with a deer was blocking her every move. Her frusteration wa...
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