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  Easter Egg

  

  By EzaBazil, Portland, OR

  I am an Easter egg with a thin chocolate shell. If you taste me, you might see what's inside. On the outside, I look perfect. Pastel colors, neatly blended. A delicacy. But if you were to look closer, I have tiny cracks. I have a thin chocolate shell. It hides my imperfections. I see ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A Crying Moon

  

  By EzaBazil, Portland, OR

  The Moon weeps as it watches its friend the Sun slowly die, Sprinkled with dots of a brilliant red, Leopard. And yet the Moon does nothing to help the Sun, Just stays in orbit, Watching. And maybe the Moon might be offered a choice, To stay with the Sun or leave, And maybe the Moon might hav...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Blonde, the Brunette, and the Redhead

  

  By EzaBazil, Portland, OR

  The brunette and the redhead are sitting on the bench outside. They take up all the room, forcing me to stand awkwardly behind them. I don't know where the blonde went. She only whispered it to the redhead, who, of course, told the brunette but not me. The two talk, and I vaguely overhear their ...
• Opinion > Points of View
  Cloning

  

  By EzaBazil, Portland, OR

  Cloning. Throughout the centuries, this word and the concepts behind it have stunned, puzzled and confused scientists and people around the world. People have stood by it, ridiculed it, scoffed at the very idea. There have been books and movies about it, mostly scary horror films, designed to stop...
• Fiction > Romance
  Just A Pushover

  

  By EzaBazil, Portland, OR

  I can hear Michael before I see him. He's standing by the tall oak in the center of the park, leaning up against the red park bench we've stood next to so many times together. It's dark enough so that I can't see his face, just a little bit of pale skin illuminated by the moonl...