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  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I think this time is different from the rest of the summer. I’ve been upset before, gotten over it, and then gotten upset again, and then gotten over it. It’s been quite cyclic. I think I’ll get over it more quickly this time. Unfortunately, I don’t have another O.A.R. concert to help me. I ...
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    People always say that to be happy, you have to “live,” you have to be truly “free,” you have to party, you have to go to clubs, you have to crowd surf, you have to, you have to, you have to. Let me ask you this: what makes you think that’s life? You get home, you drink some beer, or may...
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    Once upon a time, there was a girl who couldn’t stick to any decision. She couldn’t stick to a decision on what to eat anymore than she could stick to a decision to leave the world behind and let it catch up to her. She could decide, and decide, and decide until she was blue in the face, but eve...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Footprints in the snow where do we go, where do we go? Classrooms they’re not full of gold, not silver, not even bronze. Pages of books, just pages and pages, they mean nothing. No, nothing. Leave, don’t leave leave, don’t leave. Control, it flies with God. Wherever you...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Walking, walking walking. The birds fly but here, we walk. the church bells, they keep ringing, but we turn deaf ears. Someday we’ll hear, but that day is too far. The feeling of other bodies pressed all around we don’t feel, we don’t feel. The day we do is the day we...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Walking in the rain the water from the sky, hitting your skin. Look up, the sun isn’t there, however, the presence can be felt. Take substance and health from the sun that is, both there, and not there. From the time of birth, we constantly seek the sun. Our stance for walking, ...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    4/21/10 – So, dear diary, Beast and I finally did it. It was weird. I don’t like that he’s basically an animal. I guess it’s okay that he didn’t buy condoms. -- Belle 5/3/10 – Dear diary, I was supposed to get my period today… -- Belle 5/9/10 – Dear Diary, I’m starting to ...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    Voldemort swooshes down the street, looking like Death Himself. His menacing glare sends muggles cowering in fear, sends rats, hissing, back into their grates. Then a rat scamperes across his feet. “AVADA KEDAVRA!!!” He screams, in near hysterics, at that wretched rodent. Voldemort reac...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    Walking out of that bar, I looked back, away from this girl, strange girl, I would be taking home tonight. If I remembered her name, I’d tell her “Never mind, I’ll just call you a cab.” Instead, I turned back, just for a second, and saw her. It was like someone had hit me in the face wi...
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    He saved people, that was his gig. but poetry—poetry saved him. Gun in hand shouts of “hero, hero, savior savior!” But I also damn. Damning some to Hell, saving others from the very place. Hero? Be damned. These streets of broken down pavement, sand covering every God-fors...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The smack of iron on iron is sickening – the sound of crunching glass, horrifying. The hair on my neck raises at the sound of tires screeching against pavement. The wild spinning on little patches of ice makes me nauseous. The Tilt-a-Whirl was always my least favorite. Funny, the things I reme...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The smack of iron on iron is sickening; the sound of crunching glass, horrifying. The hair on my neck rises as tires screech against pavement. The wild spinning on little patches of ice makes me nauseous. The Tilt-a-Whirl was always my least favorite ride. Funny, the things I remember at a time like...

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