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  • Article / Essay » Review
    Nine Novels by Younger Americans
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    Last summer I stumbled across the gem Nine Novels by Younger Americans. As the title suggests, it's a compilation of nine novels written by High School Students from NYC. The ...


    Sura - Mar 22, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    love
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    when he holds me close i can't help but fell at peace the kisses we share make me fell more than their was to begin with the word and actions ...

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    m_j+kimmi - Mar 22, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Precious blackbird
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    a lullaby that a mother in my book sings to her childern when she has to give them up. Oh, and i know how terrible it is. Precious blackbird Sleep ...


    imapoemperson - Mar 22, 2009 - 1 min read

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    Together are we, lives entwined Holding is me, torn inside Fighting myself, screaming inside Love me? The monster that i am? Confused inside, fighting still Mirrors are my enemy Talking ...


    emoxxxangel93 - Mar 22, 2009 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Love Blossoms and Shatters
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    Love Blossoms and Shatters New love blossoms and blooms The sweetest flower So delicate, so fragile And if you ever let it spill From your cupped, protecting hands Let it ...


    SeleneForeverDream - Mar 22, 2009 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    A Fickle Afternoon
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    On a Fickle-Fickle afternoon I reached up and pulled down a sickle blade moon I used it to harvest carbuncle blooms I had to put back the moon for it ...

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    Monument Soul - Mar 22, 2009 - 2 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    Thirst, Book 1: The Hunter
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    Here's the first part of Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2 The Streets of San Pedro That first night passed like a dream. I wondered aimlessly through the streets of San ...


    Thirst_23 - Mar 22, 2009 - 9 min read

  • Short Story » General
    The Engine
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    The rain poured down from the blackest of night skies. A thin man, with only an umbrella for protection, rushed through the deluge; splashing puddles as he hurried. The dark ...


    Conrad Rice - Mar 22, 2009 - 10 min read

  • Article / Essay » General
    Pirouette's
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    Hey, I was to bored so I decided write about pirouette’s. If you are a dancer and know how to do them tips\videos\sites for it will be great. Thanks! :]**Note: ...

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    JustDance - Mar 22, 2009 - 3 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Three Weeks
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    Are you watching me tonight? Can you feel the pain in me? I lie with my cheek against ice As tears drip on the linoleum Stay with me, I’m begging ...


    Ross - Mar 22, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Water and Glass
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    Ok, so Jon challenged me to write a poem about Water and Glass, that was about 15 lines and I had to do it in an hour. I have never ...


    beckiw - Mar 22, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Let Go
    1

    Why won’t you just let me go? Without each other we’ll be fine. And don’t think that I don’t know, You’ve begun to like someone else in time. You tell ...


    PanicAndFlee - Mar 22, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Let Go
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    Why won’t you just let me go? Without each other we’ll be fine. And don’t think that I don’t know, You’ve begun to like someone else in time. You tell ...


    PanicAndFlee - Mar 22, 2009 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    So Sorry
    7

    So sorry I embarrassed you And maybe ruined your life. But it can’t even begin to compare To how much you’ve ruined me. A wave of the hand, A smile ...


    Explosive_Pen - Mar 22, 2009 - 2 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    (New) Guardians Chapter 2
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    Walking through our village always took much longer than expected. No matter which part you were in. If you were in an area with mostly cottages you were often called ...


    Lauren2010 - Mar 22, 2009 - 19 min read


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