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  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    It is a truth universally acknowledged that every budding actor wishing to garner experience in his field will (inevitably) end up doing a Shakespeare production so as to add it to his resume. I, being an amateur of said practice, with only a few high school gigs and some summer stock theatre under ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    That Eden begat Eden Shall forevermore be our comfort; That the Beloved could never remain slain Shall be our portion; That All simply Is by Sheer need to adore, Shall be our sanity. For Beauty begat the Beautiful, And that is enough for us. It is enough....
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    There were five of us foolish souls that chose to explore the tunnels that fateful night; and there five of us when we emerged from that serial of ebony perversion. Yet the events that took place in those musty catacombs would convince us to never gather the gumption to step foot in them again. M...
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    There comes a time in the life of every man in which he must soothe some inner urge to commit a random act of violence, regardless of severity. Even the most dedicated of pacifists must compromise their doctrine to bring harm to their fellow man; the spirit of dominance and competition plagues all ...
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    Silence as a social dietary staple is taboo for youngsters marching into manhood and is often looked down upon by their peers; being society’s opposable thumb, I was never starved of it. Through my middle school years, I retreated from my classmates—reading a book was much easier to manage than ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Looking to the vast heavens, I wait Tedious hours in the doctor’s office can’t top this Patience fails me, I grow irate Nothing—no one—has answered, I speak to mist. It’s as if I’m a rock, lifeless, No tongue to communicate Obviously their efforts to listen are in crisis, This a...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My steel needle pierces through, Its magic throbbing and ferocious Smoke bellowing red, seeps Sailing on hot glass, I see Eternity...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Surely no greater travesty has been handed mankind than unbuttered toast! The wrinkly sow of a waitress—bless her heart!—must be standing on the decrepit diving-board of life, for a person in possession of a sound mind wouldn’t even dream of handing a fellow this distasteful jest on a plate; l...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    The birds would not humor Pappy Green today—they avoided his offering of breadcrumbs devoutly. After a solid forty years of feeding said birds, Pappy was abandoned on his bench with nothing but an empty sack of Wonderbread and one heck of a backache. If ignorance was gratitude, then Pappy had rece...
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    There was yet to be any water drawn for the bath that evening; whiskey was of a higher priority than cleanliness. Mr. Johnston was not surprised in the least by this glowing article of truth, for he had been reminded of it daily the past thirty years. In a long career of looking after the Dewberry h...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Cast me no, I beg thee, into that abominable ocean, that vile potion that carries unlimited store! For that salty w***e has no business cradling my form! And if it fancies a chance of making romance with me, it can consider those fantasies torn! My life had been one of profane, blackest sin...
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    Where does my true compass lie? Ay, wherein what cave does it hide? My life is knocked off course, and rotting dead is my horse, So where does my instrument of guidance hitch its ride? Time, it seems, has broken apart at the seams, and all I’m left with are hopeful dreams broken. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Ah, to be a diamond—that would be swell! Though I might be crafted, sifted molded, in the belly of Hell, I would still be manifold satisfied— for I would be imperfection in disguise and that would be nice. For in this world of up-front gruel and vice, that would be the ultimate sacrific...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am delved deep in the junk pile of your sorrows. I am scarred with your misfortunes and wrong doings. I am dead when you are dead and leap for joy when you are alive. My whole being beats soundly to its own rhythm. I am your guiding light. I am your bipolar tour guide. Yet you t...
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    In the middle of a sightless void I bask, curtained in sounds of wrath: enchanted by the lamentations of the dead. Here in the past I witness purest idiocy, for the human machine cannot help himself-- he has to repeat his mistakes. My heart is overwhelmed to know that my race is doomed! ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Are you held to such a restricting obligation as being brainwashed? You silly being— the ideas you bring forth are a result of inbred mutation and mutilation! The absurd subject you present is not worth a cent! Go back into your small, dark hole of habit and silly superstiti...
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    The last piece of paper, the final clue to the traitor, an endless realm of possibility, a blueprint to creating and taking away life, a tool that arouse much fiddle and strife— if only I could put the pen to the page, and something worthy of praise!...
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    Words are useless, unless you use them right. Action is in vain, unless you really want to end the pain. Sorrow is for naught, until you actually grieve sincerely. Happiness is paltry feeling; Joy, a better quality. Lust is a cheap rental; Love an undying credential. Life ...
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    Earth is square, Mars a triangle. Everything’s a dare, common sense dangles from a strained hair. Love is replaced with Lust, everyone’s drove not to trust. Why is the world so strange? Why does it seem deranged? Am I as so ugly to be singled out, ridiculed and called fugly...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    A dilemma that has been crossing the nation is the subject of banning books from school and public libraries. Though in most cases where the practice of banning books from libraries has been executed within the confines of a school library, the miserable act is also known to go in public libraries...
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    She is fair, my lady that sits over there. She is sweet, my girl is— the kindest woman you’ll ever want to meet. Her hair is a golden sea, shining in the light. Oh, isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t she the very model of a goddess made flesh? Best...
  • Nonfiction > Heroes
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    Muhammad Ali---originally named Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr.---entered this world on January 17, 1942. His loud cry as a newborn was one of a fighter---a champion. Ali was a voice---a boastful voice mind you---that cried out for justice, respect, and equal treatment. He was a loud and memorable voice-...
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    Shall the rain fall? Shall it split and splatter upon our heads? Shall it make us slip and slide? Maybe even glide? Shall the rain fall? Shall we run and hide in the shade? Shall we drink John Lennon’s lemonade? Shall the rain fall? Shall the rain fall? Shall it?...
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    What have I done? What have I become? Why is the blood of the innocent On my Hands? Why does the Body Of an innocent being Lay before me' Lifeless? Why have I slain my Friend? The answer does not Come to me instantly, But I do Witness Smoke curling around The barrel of...
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    Hear that? Of course you do. That's the light pitter-patter of the rain, My child. Why does the rain glow a blazing orange? Well my dear, that's because a few men just Don't like each other too well, so they're just throwing The Orange Rain at each other. What's that? Why does the...

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