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Me: “Guys, chill, it’s not like that.” Johnathon: “Then why are you going out of your way to be nice to him?” Me: “Dude, he’s my best friend’s boyfriend. I actually approve of this one, I want him to stick around for awhile.” Michael: “You still haven’t answered the question... - Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceToday is Magical. I got to school about an hour early. Naturally, no one else was there yet. As I sat in the empty hallways waiting for other students to arrive, I heard a faint whistle. This wasn’t just any ordinary whistle, though. This was the strong, clear, two-toned whistle of the great Wiz...
- Fiction > All Fiction“The first step is admitting you have a problem.” I’ve heard that phrased in so many different ways in my life. Oftentimes, the person saying that was trying to tell me something. I’ve never done anything about it though; however, today I’m planning on doing something, taking action. And h...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI glanced up at the teacher. Yay, another flipping conspiracy theory! Glancing to my right I see Johnathon drawing a very detailed map in his notes. As I look back to the teacher, I see she’s drawing a rather crude version of the same map. I wince, knowing that Johnathon loves neatness and t...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“But why?” She asked him again. “Because,” was the short reply. His voice was growing tense; the girl had been there asking questions for over an hour. When will she leave? “Because why?” “BECAUSE!” He yelled. A few moments passed in silence before her voice came again. “But w...
- Poetry > BalladDistractions are calling out loud, Over my thoughts they draw a cloud. "Look at the world outside," they call, "The way the sun's shining, the way the leaves fall!" I struggle to listen, pay attention and learn. If I don't learn this stuff, my grades will burn! Th...
- Poetry > All PoetryThey tell me I'm as free as a bird, but the only birds I've ever seen are caged. They tell me that I am whole, but in my spirit wars are being raged. They tell me that I can do anything and be anyone, but it's all lies. They tell me that life will be good, but I'm fighting t...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceDo you ever get teased about your friends? I do. I, like you, have a few friends that I am extremely close with. Some people call me insane for it, and you may think so as well. I have a friend. She is young, maybe 10. Her hair is blond as can be. Her eyes are dark, but they sparkle with light and...
- Poetry > Free VerseI wish I could tell someone Maybe then, the temptation could be taken away The bourbon, in the top cabinet It calls to me On days when everything seems wrong School, family, friendships, It whispers my name On days that I can’t take anymore The blades call out to me, Begging me to drag t...
- Poetry > All Poetryone of the hrdest things I've ever done was to see your face each day to see you, know your secrets, and never say a thing we fought, I know, but more days we spent as friends joking and laughing, we said we'd be together until the end but then it happened, we fought, and here we are n...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceMy brother and I were in a vast stone cavern. The stone was grey and rough, and the cavern stretched on as far as the eye could see and then kept going into eternal blackness. We were standing on a type of stone bridge, really just a thin thread of stone stretching from one end of the cavern to the ...
- Poetry > Free VerseDrawing each breath, and Reaching gently with their minds, Every child believes At the end of every rainbow is a Mammoth pot of gold, guarded by leprechauns, and Sweetly colored unicorns; they know they can find it, if they only DREAM...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionShe sat there, listening to her older sister's CD. Cally didn’t know the song, but somehow the music spoke to her. She sat, totally absorbed. Her sister walked in, yelled "MOM! CALLY'S IN MY ROOM AGAIN!" Cally scampered out, a small shadow of her sister 10 years ago. Seven yea...
- Poetry > All PoetryI wish to go o'er the sea again o'er the sea and shore back to where I once found you standing at your door. my love, you said you'd wait forever forever, and a day that was true until I left, I left and went away I came back in a year went back up to my love's door ...
- Poetry > BalladThe lame Smith forged, and he made, Quenched in the blood of man, Twelve splendid, magical blades One went to a miller’s hand This blade, Townsaver it was called, Saved the town, but with a price so stark It caused his firstborn son to die and fall, And the blade went on to Mark. Mark ...
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