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• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Allen and Eva

  

  By shy3452, McKenna, WA

  Some of us ask at what point our innocence is gone, those people circumvent the fact that theirs is already deteriorated, worn out, and hide in shame. Other’s lay out the facts of their lives and convince themselves whether they are innocent, or if their innocence has already been used and spent....
• Poetry > Ballad
  Disease

  

  By shy3452, McKenna, WA

  Upon the upper pole he perched, Behind his greasy black cloak he hides, All the mortals stare upon his birch Waiting for him to crumple inside. Judged by his bitter name, He hides behind his coat in shame. While all the mortals see what they think, What they think, it makes him shrink. ...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Father I See

  

  By shy3452, McKenna, WA

  She holds the wisdom of wrinkles and time Once parted to bring the good of mankind To walk along her pearly white heaven To float upon her clear drops she has cried Skirts pull and push from moon past eleven Sun warms and relaxes her with a sigh Once lovely and calm she wished to be shared De...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  His Five Words

  

  By shy3452, McKenna, WA

  There is a bridge in life that you have to cross. A bridge that begins in ignorance and ends in your maturity. A bridge that lets you realize a little too clearly that life on Earth does not go on forever. A bridge that made me realize that being strong does not necessarily mean that you can bench 2...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Change

  

  By shy3452, McKenna, WA

  However shall I confess my love, when love itself is torn? I asked this question, and he replied only with a scorn. Is love the feeling of delirium, or filled with misery and sorrow? He cringed and stared and gripped his heart as if it had become hollow. You tell me that you love me, and hold me...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Runner

  

  By shy3452, McKenna, WA

  I had always heard stories of the back trail being haunted, but being me I didn’t think twice. I was a runner, and a great one at that; seven minute miles and barely having to catch my breath. The one downfall; my speed, I could never sprint; I had just learned to pace myself well. ...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  The Hunter and the Hunted

  

  By shy3452, McKenna, WA

  The Hunter and the Hunted I ground my claws into the wet moss, taking in the earthy aroma that I loved. My bones were still sore from the last banquet, but I needed to move now, before all of the best tasting treats went to sleep and the tiny lights in the sky came on. Twigs snapped as my paws m...