Most Discussed Nonfiction

As soon as you write something down, it is yours forever. And, if you wanted to, you could show someone else, so they could keep it too. But really, it is yours forever. If anyone ever wants to take it away from you, all you need to do is remember... (more »)

I will be the first to say that I am not materialistic. My friends label me as a goody-goody; my parents say I am conservative and modest when it comes to clothes. I don’t wear bikinis, and none of my skirts or shorts end above my knees. That is... (more »)

I was five when I watched my dad get led out of a courtroom in handcuffs and shackles. There were so many people moving around, I wasn’t sure what was really happening. One thing I did see very clearly and will never forget was the tear rolling... (more »)

Dear Windows Internet Explorer, Our relationship has been strained for a long time. Of course, it’s not all your fault, nor is it all mine. Our intermediary is also to blame: my hated Gateway (insert string of numbers hidden somewhere on the... (more »)

I liked being a mess. The desk that should have been clear so I could do my homework was always besieged with bowls of cereal and spoiled milk, old magazines, and Post-it notes I had forgotten to remember. My floor was a vacuum in itself, eating... (more »)

Last weekend, I had gone to Mark’s house for a little get-together. While I was sitting down on his sofa next to him and Cody, he asked me, “Hey Thoran, have you ever been to the secret spot?” Before I could even finish saying no, Cody and... (more »)

Innocence clouds her face, making her almost unrecognizable. She walks alone, among a world that is her own. She doesn’t understand the concept of pain, of suffering. She is a little girl, lost in a sea of her own imagination. Her innocence... (more »)

Millions of girls screaming everywhere you turn, waiting in line to buy a souvenir and the curtains slowly opening to the start of the show. "Abby, Abby!" Right then I snapped out of a day dream only wishing I was actually there, at... (more »)

Wasted time, bad cafeteria food, bad attitudes. Dirty bathrooms, Kids with poor hygiene, and even poorer parents. Forests full of innocent trees that were murdered for the paper that is now sitting in front of me, covered with words and math... (more »)

It was July, the summer of 2007. Briny air clung to my skin as I stretched my towel out over the sand. The sun was hot but not uncomfortable. I reached into my beach bag, excited to have a free day at the beach. I pulled a tattered, mildew-scented... (more »)