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  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    Rewind five years, and a few weeks before starting ninth grade, I was published for the first time. I danced around my house, shrieking about my lifelong dream being accomplished. I called everyone I knew, forwarded them the email, and smiled for weeks. First, it was a nonfiction piece about my ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I used to catch those lightning bugs Back in my old hometown, During those easier, laid-back moments, you remember, Lying on that clearance-rack hammock And listening to the crickets chirp, Neighbors, all together, enjoying the cool summer nights. Now, times are louder, base pounding out of ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I was a part of something bigger once, That tree where the birds lived, Providing shade for passers-by But now, I’ve made my home at the bottom of your backpack, Or on your desk, or by that junk on your bookshelf It exhausts me, that wear and tear You’ve shared with me your heartbreak,...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The clock reads 11:39 pm. In twenty-one minutes, probably before I even finish writing this, it will be my eighteenth birthday. Unlike many birthdays of the past, there is a significance to this birthday. It will lead me into my senior year of high school, into choosing my college. I will regist...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When I look back on those days in your basement, Sometimes I wonder what I’ve left behind. Long hours of playing school and house and Climbing the stairs to get to your kitchen With the overflowing pantry. The days your mom drove us to Chuck E. Cheese And we crawled through the ball pit...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Our friendship was like fire. The end happened like the beginning. Bursting quick into existence - then gone....
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    This isn't poetry What I type in the night With the water pouring from my hair From the midnight shower That washed away my fears Of the monsters and robbers. This isn't the musings of an artistic soul. I'm not listening to something classy or artsy, Just some twenty-first century pop band...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She didn’t lie And tell me I wasn’t Fat Or that I was beautiful Or some stupid Bull crap. She just said that People were wrong To make me feel like a loser. And that no one Should try to make me Something I’m not. She really wasn’t trying To change me. And that’s ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You lose half your weight And you are Invisible. I lose half my weight And I am You. With another half To lose....
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    “R-A-C-C-O-O-N,” I chanted to my mother. She glanced for a moment at the list she was holding, then nodded. “Correct. Next word-” I spelled the word, she told me if I was correct, and we lather-rinse-repeated until I had memorized every spelling word on my second grade spelling list....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I think I get it now, Why you blew me off And went to that party And wouldn’t answer When I called. I’m a little annoying, sometimes, Aren’t I? I talk too much And too loud And sometimes about nothing at all. I judged you, Didn’t I? With every Dear Abby utterance That spill...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am afraid of falling from grace, Of bungee jumping into an adventure, Only to have the rope snap, so I am Freefalling. I am afraid of burning bridges, Watching the flames devour, Only to realize later, that the bridge is My only path to the higher road. I am afraid of taking the plun...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I have this fear Of bridges burning. Yellow flames Devoured by the Orange and red Until the bridge is A rainbow falling Into the water below. I am afraid I would not be the screaming victim, But the arsonist instead. There is a power In bridge burning....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am afraid Every day To burn more bridges. I've poured the gas And lit the match And held it in my hand So long That I shook. And I've blown away the flame And seen my strength blow with it. I was stronger On those days When I dropped the match....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Sometimes, I feel this Suffocating weight, And it crawls From my heart Up my throat, And it Chokes Me. And sometimes, I feel this Terrifying pressure, And it clogs me, So my tears Can’t journey away, And I Can’t even Cry. And sometimes, I feel like I’m lacking,...
  • Opinion > Current Events / Politics
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    Everyone, it seems, defines themselves by a political or historical moment of some sort at least once in their lives. Some whisper about exactly where they were when Kennedy was assassinated, tragedies are named as days that will live in infamy, and the media murmurs about historic elections. Someho...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    In the one stoplight, picket fence town of Willington, the dingy gray apartment building stood out like a sore thumb. Located behind the Smith’s grocery store, a mom-and-pop shop if ever there was one, the apartment building was home to various families over the years, though there were four who ...
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    I wasn’t there the day my school went on lockdown and eighty percent of the students in the school district left early, but if I was, I imagine it would’ve been something like this. --- I walk into school with my best friend, trying to explain to her, for the umpteenth time, the appeal of ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Picture this: A fifth grade teacher gets home from school. She brings in her purse and the witch’s hat she wore for her classroom’s Halloween party. Later she makes herself some dinner - chicken, mashed potatoes, and broccoli -, grades the spelling test her class took yesterday, and flips...
  • Hot Topics > Health
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    When I was very young, there was nothing peculiar about my family's meals being on a strict schedule. It didn't seem strange to me that we planned our trips around our dinner and lunch times. It wasn't weird, and it wasn't normal. It just was. When I got a little older, I started to understand ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    My sister hugs me, But I feel nothing With her arms wrapped tight. (It’s like I’m not even there.) My mother sobs, begs, pleads, But I feel nothing At the sight of her tears. (It’s like I’m not even there.) My father stands in front of me, Intimidating, demanding, But I fee...
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    Click, clack, click, clack, Says the leadless pencil. Tick, tock, tick, tock, Sings the clock. Drip, drop, drip, drop, Falls the ink on the page. Bang, knock, bang, knock, Screams the door. Ding, dong, ding, dong, Hums the bell. Hum, purr, hum, purr, Vibrates the fridge. Ch...
  • Hot Topics > Health
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    Statistics blanket the Internet about eating disorders, dieting, and desires to be skinny. According to the National Eating Disorders Association, 81 percent of 10-year-olds are afraid of becoming fat. Forty-two percent of first- to third-grade girls want to be thinner. Twenty-five percent of Americ...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    It’s November 15th, a Saturday night. Instead of hanging out with friends, like most teens, I’m at home, and I’m listening to music on a minimized computer screen. The other screen is a word processor containing my novel. Hold it; the music screeches to a stop. A novel? Yes, a novel. ...
  • Reviews > TV show reviews
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    “Rory and I are friends first; mother and daughter second. You and I are mother and daughter always,” Lorelai tells her mother, Emily. A main aspect of the show Gilmore Girls is easily synopsized by this comment. The show, Gilmore Girls, takes place in the fictional town of Stars Hollow ...

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