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Cassandra

  • Ice Cream Cones in Hand

    Ice Cream Cones in Hand Jimmy and I are walking the half-mile back to our neighborhood, ice cream cones in hand. I’m talking about the movie we just saw, simply ...

    29 min read
  • My Sister's Keeper

    Anybody here read My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoulti? The book is about a girl, Anna, who's sister has cancer. Anna has always been the donor for her sister and ...

    1 min read
  • The Graffiti Wall

    The Graffiti Wall Spray paint. The toxic fumes drift through the air, others' messages leaving my white t-shirt multicolored: a blast of red here, a gust of blue there. I'm ...

    19 min read
  • Sheets of Cloud Juice Slide Over the Factory

    Sheets of Cloud Juice Slide Over the Factory Umbrellas twirl beneath a darkened sky Silver machines sing and whistle in time. The wind blows harshly and the raindrops fly The ...

    1 min read
  • Panic! At The Disco

    Panic! At The Disco Best known for their cabaret-esque hit, “I Write Sins Not Tragedies”, Panic! At The Disco have been dabbling in a kind of genre-blending few have experimented ...

    6 min read
  • National Novel Writing Month

    Another article for my school newspaper that desperately needs a more exciting title. Ideas for improvement are more than welcome, and I also would like to know, from you NaNo ...

    6 min read
  • Magnolia

    Feet traipse down the concrete, toes of shoes scuffing the rough grooves. Directly behind the park bench a Magnolia tree is sucking the life from the ground and taking it ...

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  • A Forgotten Shovel Left in the Sand

    The photo that goes with this poem: ... 001812.jpg A Forgotten Shovel Left in the Sand Steamy sun drifting lazily above Azure water and the cooler of red. A bathing ...

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  • Ripped

    The only part of the daily grind I ever enjoy is a twenty-minute chunk after work, starting when I wedge myself into the apartment building’s public bathroom that everyone (the ...

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I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint