Mad by Grazia Bueti

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Big Brother by Stacy Wells

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The Light by Erika Ho

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Unheard by Erika Ho

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Remember by Erika Ho

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Freedom by Erika Ho

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Lincoln by Erika Ho

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Preserve by Erika Ho

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Untitled by Patrick Frankowski

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Unsolved by Samantha Henry

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Poetry


Letter to my Fellow Veterans

Some of us served our country, We did not have a choice Some of us served our country Because we made the choice. We were trained to fight Search, find the enemy, And do what we had to do. We came back, and it is hard To make a simple decision Now it is hard to live...

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Red Roses

I walk across a vast meadow of red roses, each thorn ripping through my bare flesh A stream of blood begins to flow from where the thorns puncture my skin Each moment that passes is felt with excruciating pain I try to suppress the hurt from my wounds but every time I...

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Snow

I am curled close to the cold, clear window as we race across the tracks Tiny crystals fall from the sky and collect along the ground My hands, they tremble as I switch the song Silenced to all but the words that now float around my head This world is moving Slow...

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Dawn

Damp wood beneath my bare feet; it is quiet, except for the rustling of leaves from the morning breeze, and the bubbling fountain beyond the railing. Cool metal makes contact with my arms, as I sit and wait for sunrise, watching birds pass by overhead as morning...

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Stargazer “Lilly” and the Honey Bee

It’s raining lilies on my face in the form of tiny kisses everyplace. The tender touch of fluttering wings, As I milk her most intimate and flowery things. With skin as soft as petals you see, and nectar that flows and nourishes this honey bee. The raw anticipation as...

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A Rare Gift

It hangs alone, suspended on a blank wall. Its rounded edges wrapped in coarse black leather that shelters its fragile frame.   Strings of sinew reach out to embrace one another, while its centerpiece, an arrowhead, struggles to cut its way out.   The dusty scent of...

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Mother Nature’s Capture

Freshly grown grass, greener and brighter than any I’ve ever perceived. Tree trunks thick and brown, with life within its leaves. Little red birds gliding beneath, a vivid blue sky, the clash of color startling. A rabbit peeps from its burrow, wary of hidden prey....

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Chop…Chop…Chop

From dawn to dusk you could hear the sound of our Father's axe. CHOP... CHOP... CHOP... filled the cabin, setting the rhythm of the day CHOP...CHOP...CHOP.... wash clothes... wash clothes... wash clothes... CHOP... CHOP... CHOP... clean rooms... clean rooms... clean...

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Unbeknownst To Us

The wind, it whispers violently The leaves, they dwindle beautifully The tree, it overlooks majestically The sun, it warms heavily The clouds, they cover partially The ocean, it soothes intimidatingly The grass, it bends lazily The flowers, they dance purposefully The...

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Prelude to a Vigil

Let the Eastern Peaks rise; Who can grow majestic trampled under countless boots? Blow westward with the wind on golden paths of sifted sand, The powdered remains of yellow bricks left forever unattended. Pay no heed to the buzzing of your tiny guides, Winged Sherpas...

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Prose


Every Voice Counts

  It was a normal morning in February of 2002. When I woke up for school, I turned on the TV and saw they were transmitting the morning news report. The main report was narrating how, minutes ago, the first woman nominated for Colombian presidency was kidnaped...

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At the Beach

It was an absolutely beautiful day. The sun was reflecting off the windshields of the hover vehicles parked beside the boardwalk. It was quite nearly blinding, making those passing by shield their eyes from the strength of the cosmic light show. The asphalt was...

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The Beat of the Natural Drum

“Are you insane?” Daisy said, looking incredulously at Marty. Marty laughed, and Daisy could not help but think about how her laughter always sounded like bells. Daisy and Marty were sitting in their dorm room on a mild spring day. The frost of winter was recently...

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Order Chelonii: Chapter Summary and Study Guide

The Hindus believe that the world is held in place by four elephants balanced on the back of a turtle. (Well, probably not all Hindus, any more than all Christians believe in an evil, talking snake and isn’t that its own lovely bit of slander.) That’s a lot of...

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Alice in the Pool

I would run to Alice Milton’s house after school every day—my sneakers skidding down the gravelly hill, my lungs filling with the odor of petrol as I’d turn past the old gas station, my mouth twitching with joy, knowing I was almost there. Her little white house with...

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Blind Visions

The sun streamed through the partially covered bedroom window and onto the face of Alaina Howell. She wrinkled her somewhat wide, flat nose in annoyance at the sudden warmth on her nearly round face and turned her back against the window. She snuggled deeper into the...

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The Speech – Light Prose Competition Winner

Adam punched the bag another time. There were beads of sweat pouring down his face. He had been hitting that damn bag all night and into the morning. He needed to be at his best when Evan and the forces of Eden came knocking on his proverbial door. They were less than...

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This I Believe

Zenaida R. Gonzalez This I Believe    June 6 Music. Everyone can understand it. Everyone can feel it. Whether you are deaf or not, the pulsation of the music – of the booming of the drums, of the electronically made beat boxes, of the electrifying rattling of the...

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Music Storyboarding

2010    "Music Storyboarding"    February 22   Maggie walked the empty halls; so empty that a pen cap dropping would sound as if a war were going on right in her backyard. She closed her eyes and bobbed her head to the serenity that encased her subconscious. She...

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Anna, Undone

Anna wakes at midnight to the distant sound of heavy glass falling to the floor. She squints her eyes and they adjust to the darkness in the bedroom. Pale light filters in through the tree branches outside her window. Her body is sticky with sweat. It’s the middle of...

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