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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The burning starts in the back of my throat working its way, spreading through my mouth. My hands twitch in my lap, the impulse to itch the burn off my tongue pulsing, throbbing through my fingers. I try to swallow down the pain, choking on the words and unspoken protests. I glance up at him, hi...
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    The sun was beating down on my back, small beads of sweat raced between my shoulder blades teasing me. If I had known that the car was going to break down I would have worn something more summer appropriate. I was very aware that I was wearing a worn out, black tee shirt that was several sizes too b...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The ring splitting through the afternoon air. Whatever you do, don’t answer it. Your hand will linger just above the Green button that will connect the call. I plead with you, don’t answer it. Don’t press that button, You might as well pull the trigger On the gun pointed at your head. ...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    It’s a funny thing, life. It’s always changing and giving you curve balls that you just have to deal with. At times it doesn’t seem fair, more often than not in fact. But perhaps the funniest thing about life is that you can never see it coming, life often happens to you while you’re busy ma...
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    Sitting outside the library while eating my lunch in solitude isn't something that I like to advertise. It's boring and dull and well, lonely. Eating your lunch with only your lame backpack and thoughts for company isn't very entertaining, especially since I'd been stalked by my ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My hands are shaking, trembling like they’re being tossed to and fro by the vicious waves crashing on the sandy shore. My stomach feels like its being twisted, cruel hands squeezing it to pulp, pulverizing my appetite. My heart is pounding in my chest, threatening to burst through and e...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Kindly admits to being an introvert Over being an extravert. Under appreciated by family and loved ones and Rarely gets thanked. Timid and passionate and Never backs down from a fight. Ever since childhood I Yearned to be a writer of more important topics than Just teenage love and innocenc...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The sun was beating down on my back, small beads of sweat raced between my shoulder blades teasing me. If I would have know that the car was going to break down I would have worn something more summer appropriate. I was very aware that I was wearing a worn out, black tee shirt that was several sizes...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I would rather be anywhere but here. If I could have walked myself home I would have, without a moments hesitation. Never mind that my home was about an hour from Pleasant Grove and it was a blizzard outside. The winter storm would have made me feel more welcome than sitting in my dad’s car. Here,...
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    She has cancer. And it suddenly seemed as if the world had stopped, frozen in a time when I should have been happy. Grief and sorrow struck out and clasped their cold hands around my chest and wouldn’t let go. I felt like I needed to vomit, to get rid of all the poison building up inside of me....
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    It was an unusually sunny day and I could feel the sweet warmth of the sun pounding down on my back, pushing me further and further into the ground, each step falling slower and slower behind the other. I gazed around, the heat swirling across the grass, caressing my face, and I could see the roses,...
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    I was sitting at the island in my kitchen. My mom stood in front of me, barely keeping the tears from spilling over. Her blonde hair framed her flushed face, and her hands twisted uncomfortably as she told me that my three-year-old cousin had cancer. Shock washed through my body, and I went complete...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    It was an unusually sunny day and I could feel the sweet warmth of the sun pounding down on my back, pushing me further and further into the ground, each step falling slower and slower behind the other. I gazed around, the heat swirling across the grass, caressing my face, and I could see the roses,...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    There’s a time in a single person’s life that the object of time seems to slow down, it darkens the depth of human understanding, and obstructs the view at the end of the tunnel. It’s a flashbulb memory, burnt into the back of your eyes, the vision trapped inside your mind and the voices echoi...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The cool breeze swept across my face sending my hair to rise up and my skin to pinch tightly together. This walk, through the park in the fall was always miserable. It was chilly and the scenery, the one I had enjoyed the most, was wilting and dying, disappearing into nothing. It was a tragic cycle ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Tears like broken glass finding a way out, seeping through your closed eyes. Cold and broken, slipping and sliding cascading down your face. Tears, the window into your soul, years of hurt and disappointment find themselves at war as they struggle to unlock their tightly guarded cage. T...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    Do you remember that night when you eagerly left my sight, leaving whispers in my ear. You seemed to say everything I wanted to hear and then you turned around and took the light....
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    It was a chilly evening with the sun setting squarely on my back. I could feel the warmth soaking into my spine and spread its dreadful happiness throughout my veins. I was surrounded by dried up vegetation and large rocks the color of ancient blood. The path was smooth and sandy under my sneakers. ...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    I looked down at my cute little Boston terrier. Her eyes were such a deep brown I wondered what kind of intelligence lurked beneath. I played with the idea that she would see me as a loving individual, who was unrealistically persistent, a person who had unnumbered successes, an extremely brilliant ...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    My hands were shaking so badly, making it nearly impossible to properly strike a match over the rough surface of the fading chestnut cabinet, worn away where my mother use to cook, and I could almost smell Christmas dinner. I blindly search in the dark, trying to grasp reality and firmly hold on to ...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Comforting fall breeze Scattered leaves around our feet Oh, how we have changed....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The darkness in your heart destorys the both of us, Your ignorance takes away your senses, She has taken your heart and hidden it away, She took everything you had and burned it, When she took your heart she left the awful darkness, That same darkness that destorys and consumes your precious so...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I come back to you like a beaten dog, Shattered Destoryed Empty. You're a ghost filled with empty promises, Completely Transparent. I'm glad you have them, holding them close to your heart, Cold Distant Theirs. All that's left of mine is a Hollo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    This body, so groutesque, so badly deformed. My face, like Satan's evil angels had delicately carved every feature. My arms, long and spindly, twisted at odd angles, uselessy hanging by my side. My legs, small and birdlike. Bruised and beaten, lumpy and disgusting. My eyes...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I hate the light. I prefer darkness, it's easy to hide in, bleeding into the next day of life. It's so easy to dwell in darkness, slowly building protective walls around yourself. Cloaking yourself in hurt, never forgiving. Darkness is inviting, wrapping you up in its c...

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