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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Blood drips onto the path The Trail, the winding road we march Blood mixed with tears No glorious song, no sound of drums Moans of the dying, shouts of our captors Daughters of the land, sons of the soil Chained and dragged O’er mountain and hill upon the Trail My heart cries for the lan...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A spark of an idea glistening and bright promising everything under the moon I reach, I lunge for the spark it jumps forgotten into the abyss leaving my pen shrouded in darkness and a blank page before me...
  • Nonfiction > Heroes
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    Her name was Joan. She was born in a small village in France in 1412 into a large, farming family. She went to church, obeyed her elders, and was attentive to her studies. Her name was Joan. She heard the voice of God through visions of saints, telling her to aid France in its struggle against E...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    Few books make a person cry. It takes a strong story, real characters, and an unimaginable tragedy. But those books where our tears splash onto the pages are the best reads. The Good Earth is the best of the best. I first read this when my mom found it among her old books. I felt obligated to try...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    A knife appeared in her gloved hand, causing the target to pale. Sweat streamed off his face, but she didn’t move a muscle. “I’ll do anything…” he whispered. “Please, I have a family. Children.” Her gaze didn’t waver. It was not her job to respond to the target’s pleas, only to...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I wasn’t good enough for my parents. It was as if I had been put through a daughter-test, and I failed. Twice. With my mom, failure was instantaneous. She left me with my dad a couple hours after my birth, not even taking the time to name me. That was left up to my dad, so he called me Rose Daniel...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I walk down the dusty path winding through the forest. The afternoon sun reflects off the amber scales of a dragon flying overhead. I watch as she disappears into the sky, free to fly to the heavens. Cantering hooves sound behind me, but I do not turn. Soon, a male centaur gallops by, a bow strun...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    In the shadows of the night, I hunt. The half moon shines above as I prowl through the gloom, scenting my next kill. Darkness is my companion, shielding me from the sight of both prey and enemies. A lust for blood rises within of me, urging me to sink my teeth into the warm flesh of a prey animal, b...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    Americans are spoiled. It’s a fact. Today, teens have everything we want (except that perfect date for the prom). We don’t even stop to think that many aren’t so fortunate. And, if we do, we assume that someone is helping them and their problems will be solved soon enough. Anyway, what can one...
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