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  • Opinion > Pop Culture / Trends
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    The darkest, fiercest talent of his time, Edgar Allan Poe, weaved tales of terror and gore and criticized many writers held in high respect to society today. His morbid stories and intense parables sent shudders through readers and left them craving for more. Today in this society, you can buy a plu...
  • Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
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    The world is a cruel place. The world is a useless place. All of our dreams, our goals that we set for ourselves, or are set by others, are completely worthless. We work, and slave, and perhaps, find contentment in that work while we strive towards something better. When we finally accomplish those ...
  • Fiction > Action-Adventure
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    Detective Rettah’s face seemed completely vacant. Despite his wide stance and the hands on his hips, there was no dominant emotion or air about him. This might have been due to the fresh corpse strewn out peculiarly on the bed, or the expansive mess if emotions and calculations whirring beneath th...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    The next day, the three sat down in the grass for lunch only to be surprised by Ino and Sakura coming to sit with them. Sasuke eyed them suspiciously but kept silent. Hinata inched closer to Naruto again. It wasn't that she didn't like the girls; she just hadn't ever been comfortable ...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    Naruto, Sasuke, and Hinata all sat on the grass outside of the school. They had been silent ever since they had gotten there, and the only reason Hinata knew that the others were there was the occasional rustling and bored sigh from Naruto. Just then she heard the school door open and tensed. She he...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    Sasuke walked into the school slowly, taking his time and not worrying about the screaming kids around him. His mind was preoccupied; he was busy thinking about his new… friends. It felt weird calling them that, but Sasuke was sure that's what they were. He had been surprised when Naruto firs...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Hinata entered her classroom in the morning, settling in the same seat she had before. For once she didn't hear the other kids, or even the comments they tossed to each other about her. Her mind was too busy thinking about the newest addition to her daily routine; Naruto. Would he be in the sam...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    Hinata tapped her way out of the school, stopping when her walking stick met air where the curb dropped off. She took a few steps back and stood patiently for a while. Teens shouted all around her, making plans with each other and promising to see each other tomorrow. Hinata couldn’t help but wond...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    Hinata made it to her class, saying goodbye to Naruto in the hallway before he headed off to his own. She had apologized to her teacher for being late before being helped to her seat, where she sunk low enough that no one would pay attention to her. Not that they would have, anyway. Hinata pulled ...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    Tap tap tap If anyone were to delete the roaring in the school hallway and train their ears, they would be able to hear the faint tapping of metal on concrete. No one bothered to look as a tiny girl, who looked too young to be in high school, shuffled her way through the obnoxious crowd. S...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    It was weeks later when he visited me again. I never forgot about him, but I figured either he had forgotten about me or I was going insane. The only evidence that allowed me to keep my sanity was the slight dent in the Peter Pan book where I had hit said boy over the head with it. That night was un...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    In her eyes The world is a flurry of colors and emotions All which she captures in a single moment On her camera And in her heart In her eyes The smallest moments are the most important Like sitting with a bag of Hot Cheetos And listening to her favorite music all night Or sitting with th...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    They started when I was about seven. The headaches, the migraines, whatever you want to call them. At first I would cry and cry. My parents didn’t know what was wrong. The doctors tried, but nothing ever came up on the scans or tests. I took every kind of pain killer or reliever imaginable, but no...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    I am sorry! my dear friend. Oh! that I shall be forever doomed in this forsaken unforgiving abyss! My dear friend... I am sorry! That I might be so bold as to ask that your hatred die from roaring flames of white into a bright fire I might then quell with my words! Oh, but what an iron steel doo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It was a strange feeling when said out loud It was a painful feeling when felt inside It was a horrible, nasty pain It was a pain that his body forced him to go through He felt as if every visible part of his body was being pounded over and over again He felt as if every invisible part of his...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Her skin stings Her skin is hurting Her skin feels as if it has been stabbed Her skin feels as if it is cut open The stinging is always there The stinging is in her arms, legs, and chest The stinging is everywhere The stinging is more painful than just a prick from a bee There is a gash ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Thick smoke curled around itself, twirling and whipping at each other as it was expelled from old, chapped lips. The air was cold and heavy, an invisible weight pressing down on the place. A woman stood alone on a street, staring ahead of her as cars passed, her eyes glazed over in remembrance while...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    I sighed as I heard my mother once again fussing over my crying brother. It’s not that I didn’t care about him; he was just ALWAYS crying. I glanced over at my younger sister, Jen, who sat on the bed against the wall, across the room from mine. She didn’t even glance up from reading her book, ...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    No one stirred. It was the dead of night, and not even the moon stood in the sky to provide any sliver of light. The town was quiet as ever, and an ominous feel hung heavily in the air. A few street lamps flickered on and off, throwing eerie shadows on the side of run-down buildings and old homes. T...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    The next morning Emily and Old Grandpa Mick were alive as promised. Mr. Gardener was so happy to see his daughter he was crying as he hugged her tight. When he asked her where she had been for the past years, she said she didn’t remember. Maggie didn’t know if she was lying or not, but Old Grand...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    The scene she saw before her was the most terrifying thing she had ever seen. And old man, plump and with white hair, sat leaning against the boxes behind him. Beside him was a young girl about Maggie’s age with dark black hair and matching eyes. For some reason, Maggie knew that this was Mick and...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    2 years later Maggie stared up at the big house. It was very old, she had heard, though now she could see it herself. It had belonged to a Mick Gardener, sometimes called Grandpa Mick. It had been in the newspapers that he and his granddaughter, Emily Gardener, had disappeared years back. The h...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    That night Emily lay in bed, wide awake. The whole mansion creaked and groaned. Emily sighed and rolled her eyes. How lame. She was stuck here while her dad was on a trip in Mexico. Sure he was doing work, but at least he wasn’t stuck with Old Grandpa Mick and his creepy house. Earlier at dinner s...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Emily eyed the big house distrustfully. She was staying with her grandfather for the week. She hated staying with the old geezer anytime, but this time it was worse; she had to stay with him by herself. Her mother had died a few years back, and her father was on a trip. That left her to stay with th...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Thinking about thinking Doing something about doing something Dreaming about dreaming Hoping about hoping Loving about loving Writing about writing We write about the right and wrong of love We write about thinking of thinking of something We write about doing something about something tha...

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