Falling Grace
by Kim
It’s easy to fall asleep here. The sadness kind of clogs the place up a little, makes me stuffy. Lots of times its easier to sleep rather than feel the trembling of my occupants, the fear that leaks out of their pores. They always shift, uncomfortably, nervously. The air conditioning, too much of it, pushes itself out of the vents, slipping down the pale walls to chill the sitter. There’s something about this cold. It seeps deeper than they realize. It goes through the skin, under the bones and down into the very depth of who they are. Its the ache of fear, the feeling of not knowing. Whatever is next is a mystery of some sorts. The lab tests, the blood work, the endless medications give a hint of the future or lack thereof. Only I have no earthly idea, no vague inclination of what is to come. No one ever bothers to tell me. They just stay seated, their hands nervously clutching my sides, slippery with sweat, words trembling on their tongues but never spilling out of their mouths. Sometimes they come alone, sometimes they bring the sympathetic hand holders, the teary eyes and the endless whispers. My back is tired, worn down from all the shifting of weight and numerous people who have sat here, heavy with grief and uncertainty.
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by Kim
It’s easy to fall asleep here. The sadness kind of clogs the place up a little, makes me stuffy. Lots of times its easier to sleep rather than feel the trembling of my occupants, the fear that leaks out of their pores. They always shift, uncomfortably, nervously. The air conditioning, too much of it, pushes itself out of the vents, slipping down the pale walls to chill the sitter. There’s something about this cold. It seeps deeper than they realize. It goes through the skin, under the bones and down into the very depth of who they are. Its the ache of fear, the feeling of not knowing. Whatever is next is a mystery of some sorts. The lab tests, the blood work, the endless medications give a hint of the future or lack thereof. Only I have no earthly idea, no vague inclination of what is to come. No one ever bothers to tell me. They just stay seated, their hands nervously clutching my sides, slippery with sweat, words trembling on their tongues but never spilling out of their mouths. Sometimes they come alone, sometimes they bring the sympathetic hand holders, the teary eyes and the endless whispers. My back is tired, worn down from all the shifting of weight and numerous people who have sat here, heavy with grief and uncertainty.
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The Lockdown
by Alexis
I was at this place called Act Together because I was not in good care where I was living. I was still going to school from there so that was good, but some people came to my school and wanted to talk to me about something. I thought I was going back home with my aunt but that's not what was happening.
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by Alexis
I was at this place called Act Together because I was not in good care where I was living. I was still going to school from there so that was good, but some people came to my school and wanted to talk to me about something. I thought I was going back home with my aunt but that's not what was happening.
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Breached
by Julia
The sky was the clear gray of winter twilight, the gnarled branches etching it with black, an early star twinkling through the labyrinth of dying leaves. Dry clouds raced overhead, casting dark, ghastly shadows beneath a waning moon. Beneath the naked canopy, bare feet ghosted over the undergrowth and soft hands pushed through the brush. A pair of calculating amber orbs locked onto an arched gate in the distance. The tall, slender body rushed forth, bursting from the thick timberland and crossing through the gate. She shook stray twigs and leaves from her hair, which moved like a halo of russet silk about the slim curves of her frame.
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by Julia
The sky was the clear gray of winter twilight, the gnarled branches etching it with black, an early star twinkling through the labyrinth of dying leaves. Dry clouds raced overhead, casting dark, ghastly shadows beneath a waning moon. Beneath the naked canopy, bare feet ghosted over the undergrowth and soft hands pushed through the brush. A pair of calculating amber orbs locked onto an arched gate in the distance. The tall, slender body rushed forth, bursting from the thick timberland and crossing through the gate. She shook stray twigs and leaves from her hair, which moved like a halo of russet silk about the slim curves of her frame.
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Why She Did It
by HannahLee
Jeanne looked around, confused as to where she was now. As Claire had instructed she pressed the button on the back of the watch. The watch had brought her to a room made of steel walls and a white bed. Jeanne was sitting on this white clothed bed. Suddenly a hole in the wall the size of an average door slid away, revealing a woman in odd clothes. The pants she wore were made of an odd blue material and the black shirt under an open coat of white clung to the woman's skinny frame as a second skin would. The woman walked in, shoes unlike that of felt slippers or leather boots, clicking on the white tiled flooring.
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by HannahLee
Jeanne looked around, confused as to where she was now. As Claire had instructed she pressed the button on the back of the watch. The watch had brought her to a room made of steel walls and a white bed. Jeanne was sitting on this white clothed bed. Suddenly a hole in the wall the size of an average door slid away, revealing a woman in odd clothes. The pants she wore were made of an odd blue material and the black shirt under an open coat of white clung to the woman's skinny frame as a second skin would. The woman walked in, shoes unlike that of felt slippers or leather boots, clicking on the white tiled flooring.
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Brotherhood: First Look
by Melanie
People always said that brothers are the best of friends. My little brother has been at my side for as long as I can remember. I would tell him secrets that I have never told anyone before. But the one thing that I will never tell him was about our selfish father.
He just left us one morning and we haven’t heard from him since. Derek couldn’t remember anything about him because he was just three. Whenever he wanted to know something that related to him, I just told that he was just selfish that he left Mom and us for no reason and that was the end of it.
Our mom was the only thing that made thing that kept our family together. The day she died, we made a promise to each other to that we wouldn’t let anything to us. We kept this promise for the last five years. But I couldn’t keep that promise. My name is Jake Evans and this is the story about the night my little brother was murdered.
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by Melanie
People always said that brothers are the best of friends. My little brother has been at my side for as long as I can remember. I would tell him secrets that I have never told anyone before. But the one thing that I will never tell him was about our selfish father.
He just left us one morning and we haven’t heard from him since. Derek couldn’t remember anything about him because he was just three. Whenever he wanted to know something that related to him, I just told that he was just selfish that he left Mom and us for no reason and that was the end of it.
Our mom was the only thing that made thing that kept our family together. The day she died, we made a promise to each other to that we wouldn’t let anything to us. We kept this promise for the last five years. But I couldn’t keep that promise. My name is Jake Evans and this is the story about the night my little brother was murdered.
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Flash Forward
by Melissa
“Come on, Data! We are almost there, right around the corner”.
“Slow down, Eddie! I can’t go that fast, especially when we are carrying delicate equipment for our science project. We have to get a good grade for Mr. Strange’s class”.
“Don’t worry too much! Remember, you’re the super tech genius and I’m the awesome skater. There’s nothing we can’t do or my name isn’t Eddie Sphinx”.
by Melissa
“Come on, Data! We are almost there, right around the corner”.
“Slow down, Eddie! I can’t go that fast, especially when we are carrying delicate equipment for our science project. We have to get a good grade for Mr. Strange’s class”.
“Don’t worry too much! Remember, you’re the super tech genius and I’m the awesome skater. There’s nothing we can’t do or my name isn’t Eddie Sphinx”.
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The Life of a Teenager
by Nyia
Sam and I were friends forever. We were basically joined at the hip, if I wasn’t with Sam she was with me. Sam and I did almost everything together, we didn’t have a clique of followers it was just us and thats the way we liked it. Sam started acting different and I noticed the change but I didn’t say anything because she might have been in just a bad mood. Sam started to stop hanging around me and would respond to my texts.
I went up to her the next day and said “What’s wrong with you? Your acting weird?”
“Nothing, I just want to be alone”she replied.
I just walked away confused because I don’t know what I did to make her so upset.
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by Nyia
Sam and I were friends forever. We were basically joined at the hip, if I wasn’t with Sam she was with me. Sam and I did almost everything together, we didn’t have a clique of followers it was just us and thats the way we liked it. Sam started acting different and I noticed the change but I didn’t say anything because she might have been in just a bad mood. Sam started to stop hanging around me and would respond to my texts.
I went up to her the next day and said “What’s wrong with you? Your acting weird?”
“Nothing, I just want to be alone”she replied.
I just walked away confused because I don’t know what I did to make her so upset.
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The Boneyard
by Vianaire
In the year 2073, the United States of America went through a recession it just could not recover from. The people began to cry out in suffering to the government but it seemed as it had turned a blind eye to its struggling middle and lower class. Governors, senators, and congressmen were shutting their doors leaving the middle class in the cold to die.
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by Vianaire
In the year 2073, the United States of America went through a recession it just could not recover from. The people began to cry out in suffering to the government but it seemed as it had turned a blind eye to its struggling middle and lower class. Governors, senators, and congressmen were shutting their doors leaving the middle class in the cold to die.
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The Royal Baby
by Lydia
It was Monday, July 22.
Once I was born,
Hundreds of Twitter accounts were set up,
Thousands of people outside of the Buckingham Palace
Millians turned into the news.
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by Lydia
It was Monday, July 22.
Once I was born,
Hundreds of Twitter accounts were set up,
Thousands of people outside of the Buckingham Palace
Millians turned into the news.
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Hopeful for Changes
by Mirabel
Forgotten and never to be
thought of again.
Alone
Left behind.
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by Mirabel
Forgotten and never to be
thought of again.
Alone
Left behind.
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The Obscurity Rule
by Jack
I have a certain condition... if that’s the right word for it. Unlike a lot of people I seemed to be able to visualize more than the average bear. Whether or not it’s exactly... well real. Now before you throw me in a padded room with a barred window for blaming my heterochromia for having acid dreams, hear me out. While I may see these things whether I like it or not there is quite the distinction between mind altering weirdness and the actual reality that we all share. Because the things I see are very much nonsensical and surreal in a sense. While reality is boring and most often rather harsh, hallucinations are more than often spectacular works of absolute insanity that over charges every sense in an epileptic seizure of undiluted color and brilliance.
by Jack
I have a certain condition... if that’s the right word for it. Unlike a lot of people I seemed to be able to visualize more than the average bear. Whether or not it’s exactly... well real. Now before you throw me in a padded room with a barred window for blaming my heterochromia for having acid dreams, hear me out. While I may see these things whether I like it or not there is quite the distinction between mind altering weirdness and the actual reality that we all share. Because the things I see are very much nonsensical and surreal in a sense. While reality is boring and most often rather harsh, hallucinations are more than often spectacular works of absolute insanity that over charges every sense in an epileptic seizure of undiluted color and brilliance.
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The Last Page
by Polly
"So Mr. Sparks tell me, what inspired you to be a writer?" I often found myself asked this question and I usually gave the same answer. I was inspired by a friend, teacher, or family member. It was always the same story, but never the truth.
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by Polly
"So Mr. Sparks tell me, what inspired you to be a writer?" I often found myself asked this question and I usually gave the same answer. I was inspired by a friend, teacher, or family member. It was always the same story, but never the truth.
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