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Cautiously, attentively, I listen. Are they asleep? My ears catch the muffled, gentle sounds of snoring. Yes, they are. Anxiously, I mince past them and proceed down the hallway. If ...

I finished attaching the note and let the balloon float out to the end of its string. It tugged and jerked wildly in the autumn breeze, as if it were ...

Blurs. Multicolored, smudged blurs surrounding me. The flashing of cameras, the soft-edged hues of fabric, the hard metallic surface of the bleachers....they were all morphing into one senseless blob

I remember. I remember sitting in the middle of the living room floor, a cup of juice next to me. It was a normal morning for me, a careless six-year ...

I don't think you understand how hard it is for me to have true feelings for someone. I think you think that I'm just a silly girl, a newcomer to ...

It sounds like the ocean. I always think that when I hear the wind rushing through the trees. Sometimes, I find myself getting lost in that sound, imagining that I'm ...

The soft, silky feeling of clean sheets against my smooth skin instantly relaxed me as I slipped into bed. I pulled the covers up to my chin, snuggling down deep ...

Just nothing

Sunlight pooled in his proud eyes as he gazed down at his world. It was, after all, his. He was no mere bird like a lowly sparrow or one of ...

He's snuggled next to me, alert little eyes closed as he sleeps. I'm dozing off myself, slowly drifting away, when I feel him begin to move. I sleepily open my ...

You left your hoodie in the backseat. I'll give it to you tomorrow when I see you at school. But for now, it's mine. In my bedroom, I pull your ...

Spoiler! : This is a contest piece inspired by the song 'Zac and Sara' by Ben Folds. As the front door clicked shut behind her, Sara turned and looked at ...

If you go into the forest, just far enough so that you begin to wonder if you're lost, you'll hear the first, it will be subtle; you'll catch a flickering ...

Spoiler! : This is a story about one of my 'dream people', as I like to call them. The person I'm writing about is real, at least in my mind; ...

Spoiler! : This is a piece I wrote for a contest on here. I know that the third paragraph isn't punctuated correctly; I intended it to be that way because ...

He had no idea. Blissful unawareness clung to him. Pangs of awareness shattered her heart each time she was reminded that he didn't know. Yet it was part of his ...

Porch swings always creak as they sway. No matter how many overexuberant home improvers hover over the springs with oil cans or rust-smeared containers of WD-40, the swings will still ...

"Whatcha lookin at, babe?" He was slouched on the bed, watching his wife. They'd only been married for a few weeks, and he was still getting used to all of ...

Sometimes, when the pain was too potent, he'd teeter to the shelf in the corner, run the tip of his finger along the ragged spines of his stories, and withdraw ...

I remember when the captain of the dilapidated little charter fishing vessel glanced at the horizon, and a flicker of worry danced in the lines of his wrinkled face. He ...

You wake up slicked with sweat again. Your muscles are taut, perspiration streaming clammily down your cheekbones. You walk to the bathroom mirror, splash water on your face, and it ...

He never says anything when he's facing the sink. The first time he faced the sink, I asked what he was doing. But he didn't answer me, just stood there ...

I don't know why I'm here. I don't know if this is my home. And if it isn't, I don't know how to find the place that is. I'm immersed ...

Her English teacher spoke with her after reading her latest essay. He summoned her to his desk after class let out and said, his serious grey eyes staring out from ...

I met him when we were both around eleven years old. Back then, he was a scrawny kid with a mop of curly blond hair that was constantly drooping into ...

"Morning." He looked up, slightly bewildered. People at the bus stop rarely wished him good morning. Most of them were too caught up in thoughts of commuting or business mattersto ...

"Hey." I know that voice. I know it by the bittner numbness that floods into my chest when I hear it. I know it by the ways my heart clenches ...

Hello. That is how people who aren't acquainted with other people start off conversations. At least, it's the proper way to. Let me try to do something right before I ...

This piece is a little dark, I know. I'm working on writing from POVs that don't closely resemble my own in an effort to expand my creative horizons. Thanks for ...

This is something I wrote because I needed to write. Plain and simple.

Isn't it lovely when you want to write but you feel like your words are trapped inside of you like a burp that just isn't ready to come out yet?

Inspired by a very distant memory.

Something I wrote a while ago.

Invisible cages, the ones we create for ourselves, are the worst kind.

Fast food kills you, being cold kills you, the flu kills you, fevers kill you. Even the man who prints the newspaper kills you.