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Tonight

Tonight

Tonight is screaming panic…
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Lost and Found

Lost and Found

I believe in you, my soul…
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Young Writers ProjectApr 6
Rabbit Feathers

Rabbit Feathers

On the morning of my little brother’s seventh birthday, I woke him before dawn, coaxed him from his bed, and took him out back to the woods…
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Young Writers ProjectMar 29
Why Can’t We Remember?

Why Can’t We Remember?

Humans are unable to react to death if the numbers are too high to comprehend. One death can mobilize a community, even a country. Many…
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Young Writers ProjectMar 25
Donald Trump

Donald Trump

In words and illustration
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Young Writers ProjectMar 23
Citizen of the Void

Citizen of the Void

I remember when I used to pray…
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It’s What I Left Behind

It’s What I Left Behind

Fire! I took my socks and shoes and ran…
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Trees

Trees

Stop hurting the planet…OK?
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Teenage burden

Teenage burden

Ever feel invisible? Taking on everyone else’s problems until there’s no room for your own?
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The Long Goodbye

The Long Goodbye

I drop my bag on the floor, next to the door. Standing still, I wait for Papa’s reaction; a yell to put it where it goes, a lecture on how…
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Young Writers ProjectMar 15
Real Magic

Real Magic

“Where were you?!”
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Young Writers ProjectMar 14
Dear Fairy Tale World

Dear Fairy Tale World

I have spent my life folded between the pages of fairy tales, trapped inside a beautiful world where anything is possible and “impossible…
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Young Writers ProjectMar 11
The Difference Between Your Heart and a Frog’s

The Difference Between Your Heart and a Frog’s

Your foot comes down with a crack on cold brittle ice, breaking the thin top layer and releasing frigid water that leaks up from the…
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Young Writers ProjectMar 10
Chalky Road

Chalky Road

It was a road and that was all, but a road like thunder beneath a bleached grey above. And it was a car, the make and model obscured by…
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Young Writers ProjectMar 9
Self portrait as the sky

Self portrait as the sky

you think you know me, marking off my boundaries with your words.
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Appreciate the present

Appreciate the present

The good old days are now.
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Leaving for Afghanistan

Leaving for Afghanistan

I feel a scratch against my cheek as he kisses it goodbye. You need to shave! I insist. It’s the last thing I say. He walks out the door.
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Young Writers ProjectMar 7
Heart Monitor

Heart Monitor

I believe that people look at the lows in their life, the negative times where they just feel like breaking, and they think that they’re…
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Young Writers ProjectMar 4

The Teen

People write novels on the enigma that is the teen. They cannot figure out how these people trapped in the in-between can exist and…function. Hey, neither can we. These people analyze teens for all the wrong reasons: they look at how video games affect our brains but forget to calculate the amount of hours spent on homework. I have not played a videogame in years and yet there is still something caught in my brain that I can’t shake loose. Can you diagnose that? They say we’re moody because we don’t get enough exercise and while it might factor in, they really should focus on how we’re in the midst of a sort of…
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Young Writers ProjectMar 2
Plaid Shirt

Plaid Shirt

Hey. You probably didn’t think you’d ever hear from me again. Maybe you didn’t pick up because you lost my number and the one flashing on…
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Young Writers ProjectMar 3
7 Billion People in the World

7 Billion People in the World

I don’t understand Why you say that You two will be together forever.
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Young Writers ProjectMar 1
My favorite place

My favorite place

In the beginning, there were trees. That’s how it always begins, right? With the trees. Conifer and deciduous, Oak or pine or maybe some…
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Young Writers ProjectFeb 29
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