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  • Fiction > Romance
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    “Thomas!” I yell as he runs from me. I hold up my skirt to avoid any mud puddles. He turns his head back and laughs. “Slow poke!” he taunts. I hike up my skirts and sprint after him into the wood. As Thomas disappears behind a cluster of trees I stop to catch my breath. He’d prom...
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    “I hate playing when it’s raining!” Carly complained. I laughed at her pout. “It’s not so bad.” Carly rolled her eyes. “You’re not the one who is coated in mud. I hate being the goalie!” She said, using the adjective that she reserved especially for soccer, again: hate...
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    They wheeled me down the hall, past the nurse’s station and into an elevator. The escort pressed the button that indicated level number 2. It felt strange riding an elevator lying down. I didn’t feel the usual swoop in my stomach. I guess it didn’t matter though; the swoop was replaced...
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    *Prologue* It’s pitch black and the air is unbearably humid. I pull my black collar away from my neck. It’s choking me. It’s getting tighter and tighter until I can’t breathe. My head pounds and my hands are slick with sweat on the inside of the black leather gloves. My hand a...
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    It was in the last few seconds of calculus and I’ve been staring at the same problem for ten minutes. Count on Mr. Greene to jump right in without hesitation or introduction. “Have you all solved the problem?” He demands. “Who wants to give the answer?” Everyone’s heads seem to ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Why Cry? Tears, such complex things Tiny drops of water shed from a human being Out of what happiness? Sorrow? Sometimes it’s a flood Sometimes it’s a trickle But, why do we cry? Do we cry to cry? Cry because others are? Cry because of sadness? Cry because of happiness...
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    Remember when we used to walk hand in hand? You used to whisper in my ear, “I love you.” I recall the feel of your breath against my ear, the tickle it made against my skin. I felt the warmth in my cheeks, a spreading blush that I couldn’t stop. Your quiet laugh, making the blush darke...
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    I sniffed the calm, cool air. It’s been months. It feels so good. I take a deep breath and lift my frail hands to my head. I pull at the bandana strings and let it fall to the ground. It lands soundlessly on the green grass. I brush my fingertips against my scalp. I feel the smooth ...
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    *Two* I groan as my alarm clock blares in my ear. I reach a hand out from under the covers and fumble to find the snooze button. I’m finally given mercy when the persistent beeping goes away by the command of the snooze. I try to find the land of sleep again but, to my dismay, I hear my ...
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    *One* “Are you ready for school next week, Gaby?” Dr. Newman asks, getting on with our questioning routine. “Mmm-hmm.” I answer in a hard tone. My therapist jots something down in that dumb white binder he always has with him. “It’s your senior year. Excited?” I ama...
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    I’ve never felt more scared of anything than I do right now. Mrs. Smith waves goodbye to me as Mr. Brown loads my plastic bag of belongings in the trunk of he and his wife’s car. I get in the backseat and buckle my seatbelt. Mrs. Brown turns around in her seat and smiles at me. She seems s...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    I mopped his brow that was drenched with sweat. He was almost done, even I could see that. He couldn’t fight any longer. I held back tears while rinsing out the wash cloth once more. “Lucie -” He murmured, barely audible. “Oui, Pere?” I whispered, using French only for his bene...
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    Broken Friendship Do you remember the crayons, pencils, paper, and paste? Those times together we didn’t waste? We were always together, never apart. All of those years are forever in my heart. Yes, we had fights and small tiffs as we grew. Somehow I knew our friendship wasn’t yet thro...

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