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- Nonfiction > Personal Experience
Every night, I cry myself to sleep. The sheer weight of the day pulls down on me, dragging me into the deep dark abyss. My heart feels constricted, barb wire laced around it. Each beat sends a wave of pain through my body, and the only way to let some of it go is through the sobs and wails. I canâ... - Nonfiction > MemoirI never understood the meaning of “falling in love.” Did one literally fall into a sweet haze of romance, or was it just a fictional metaphor given to describe something totally indescribable? It wasn’t until I myself fell in love did I really understand what writers and poets and songwriter...
- Nonfiction > MemoirI have a promise to keep. Not a promise to my friend, nor to my parents, and definitely not to my teacher. No, I have a promise to keep to myself. It's a good promise; something that I believe will do good for me in the long run, but a painful promise, a sacrifice really. I know that it'...
- Nonfiction > MemoirSo, Ethan. How's your year been going? Now that we're in high school, we barely see each other. Which, perhaps, is a good thing. Do you remember in 7th grade, when Mr. Vance called your name, and I eagerly looked around? I was searching for Ethan A., my old 6th grade friend who I sometime...
- Poetry > Free VerseI wear my person on my sleeve. Not hidden in a box. I don't pretend to be a person I am not. I am not a person as gentle as a summer breeze Nor as powerful as a strong winter wind. I am who I am not someone I am not....
- Fiction > Fan Fiction"Mommy, what's the hunger games?" I asked as I sat down on my mother's lap. My dark hair fell down in front of my face and I had to push it back. My froze. She often got like that. Frozen. It was usually when my brother and I, Cato, asked a question about her past. Cato climb...
