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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    It was unbearably hot. Lindsey pulled at the collar of her dress and tried to ignore the heat coming from the sun above. She could see that everyone was trying to do the same, staring straight forward and blinking the sweat out of their eyes like they didn't notice. Luckily, the sweat stains...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    Battlefields are loud. Of the very few films I have seen in my lifetime, none of them were able to depict this properly. Gunshots are much louder when you were right next to them, nearly shattering your eardrums whenever they went off. The cries and screams of the men engaged in battle surrounded...
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    Jason sat on the lumpy mattress in a rundown motel, flicking absentmindedly through the channels on a tiny television in the corner of the room. The room contained only two queen-sized beds, a small bathroom, a mini fridge, and two nightstands, which held lamps that cast an eerie glow in the room. ...
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    She was a new girl in college and she couldn’t believe it: she absolutely loved it. She was nervous at first because she hated high school. She hated all the groups, mostly because she didn’t seem to fit into any of them. She hated the immaturity of everyone there. But mostly she hated how s...
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    Hick up that dress all the way now, suck it in so it will actually zipper this time. I hope it fits, God I hope it fits. It fits, but I can barely breathe. Oh well, don’t think squeezing into a dress for a couple of hours will damage me too much. Now time to paint my face. Some cover-up: ok...
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    Every summer, my dance studio ran a program called summer dance camp where little three and four year old girls flocked in their specially picked dance outfits. It was my special duty to help a stressed-out dance teacher deal with these twenty or so hyper little girls. Miss Jamie was the teacher a...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    The car was silent. Aimee brushed her short black hair out of her face and looked over at her dad. He was driving, much faster then he should have been. She went back to looking out the window and watched the cars rushing by as they headed into New York City. "So, how's school been...

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