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  desert mouse

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  His home had always been the dust swirling out on the wilderness or hawk talons glinting in the sky. The first thing he could remember was the blinding sun in his eyes and the burns on his bare feet. But he was never really alone because at night when he sat up on the canyon, picking apart a dead ...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Magnanimity

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  Tentatively, she opened the door. Her big, boxer dog nipped at my baggy sweat pants, smelling my legs and slobbering on the stoop. Neighbors across the street walked by, staring mercilessly at the darkened house shrouded by pines. Everyone knew. Above this home hovered a cloud of emanate death. F...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Joanna

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  A buttercup reminds me of your hair, soft, and yellow as a guinea. Your eyes, so lively; chartreuse and brilliant. Ivory skin, like cream. Beautiful, Joanna. Joanna, Joanna, it was mid-afternoon but we were going to have blueberry pancakes. ‘They’re good for your eyes,’ you said. But there ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Mummy & Daddy, please read and respond promptly

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  Dearest Mummy and Daddy, I’m writing to say I’m quite alright really, nothing too serious. I’m currently being treated for heat stroke, dehydration, and other such ailments. I’m sure you heard of the accident over the Atlantic. Yes, the Atlantic Ocean. I know I haven’t been too k...
• Nonfiction > Academic
  Chicken Coop Murders: The Real Story Behind 'Changeling'

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  The Wineville Chicken Coop Murders are one of the most notorious crimes in California state history. It is a story of deceit and horror and above all- corruption of one of the most unjust tyrannies in the United States- the Los Angeles Police Department. The drama and secrets involved are still be...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Christiane Lee

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  Christiane Lee was a big eleven -year -old, standing almost six feet tall, same as my mother’s prize horse. Her pig nose framed her football sized head, paired with small, cauliflower-like ears. She had hair on her knuckles and mean, beady eyes, her mouth permanently set in an ugly snarl. When sh...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  To The Stranger Who Rides The Morning Train

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  To The Stranger Who Rides The Morning Train He is beautiful. I wish I could thread my fingers through his sun-kissed hair, as he stares at me with those eyes like polished sapphires. His mouth could melt glaciers, shaped like a red heart, pulsing with every word that escapes his lovely lips. ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  pretty face

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  In the mirror, I could stare forever at my pretty face. Now I can see when the bruises fade away, I know when they turn yellow they are ugliest, as if I have a disease. I know when my fingers creak like rusty door hinges, and brittle skin flutters like torn shreds of newspaper. I feel it when a pe...
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  A Friend of Van's

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  I remember that summer, tucked away in the woods. Sitting on the tree stump, perched on a rock, wading in the creek. Singing was my favorite. I had my shaky camera. I used to be the talent. But I only just smiled in front of the lens. Loneliness was my only friend. I had saved up for months. I wan...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Machine

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  I am outside the principal’s office. My heart beats fast like a frightened rabbit’s, my palms are sweaty. I think about how strong my Father’s heartbeat is; hammer against cloth, ruthless and tough just like his calloused hands even when he- no, I mustn’t say it. Why am I here? What am I d...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Writer's Statement

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  From the time I was walking, I was writing. Of course it may have been scribbles, undecipherable loops and swirls, but it was a start. I would sit for hours at my little, white desk, complete with colored- pencil marks and chipped paint. I would compose stories; try my hand at drawing, which I neve...
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  read me

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  Dearest Katu- My name is Pipaluk, I’m eighteen years old. I live in Ilulissat, Greenland. And I am dying. Before I tell you why or how, I want you to know me, beyond my skills in hunting and cooking and past our surface encounters. I want you to imagine my life, feel it in your palms and knead...
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  Wild Child

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  I once had a glass ball, with a little purple- scaled gummy fish that swam around inside. My sister would always ask me, “Brother, ain’t it too tiny? That fishy can’t swim very far, ain’t that fishy lonely in there too?” “It doesn’t have to swim,” I’d say back, “it’s not re...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  don't believe in dust

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  “It’s this dust,” he says to his Grandmother, “it comes and goes. When it’s here, I hide. I stay down, count my fingers and count my toes over and over until it’s safe again.” His Grandmother has Alzheimer’s, and cannot remember much beyond his mother and brother’s name and litt...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  she used to wait

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  She’ll sit in your room on the floor, your jewelry box in her hands. She’s too young to have her ears pierced, so she’ll just hold your earrings up to herself, admiring the way they glitter in the early morning light. Your necklace she’ll try on, but she can’t seem to secure the clasp, so ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Preteen Dilemma

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  You whine about heartbreaks, mean girls, and untamable hair You eye interested boys with all-too-suggestive stares You shop at places with only the hottest fashions Wear out your thumbs by texting with unrighteous passion You yelp when you poke your eye with the tip of mascara or eyeliner Whi...
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  made with love

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  the sky is blue and i can’t find you to tell you that the clouds are covering up the sun i tried to call you but i can’t remember your phone number or if you even have a phone i wanted to tell you that my head feels like oatmeal that’s been sitting out too long and i also maybe wanted to add...
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  in the eyes of a tiger

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  In the circus, behind the stilted women, he first saw the back of her head and the purple train of her dress. And she could feel his stare upon her, but somehow she couldn’t return his, because he was the first and only boy she had ever been intimidated by. His eyes were too truthful, his gaze s...
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  days of the week

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  Sunday morning, I get up and walk over to your old house. You know the one with the huge, leering Oak tree and ancient rope swing? The one your brother fell off and busted his tail bone? Yeah, I wanted to try it out again, but since you weren’t there I was too scared to go very high. Instead, I sa...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Opportunist

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  I’d say “hey” if I knew him a little better. But I do know how he drenches his waffles in syrup, (he refuses to eat pancakes- too flat.) Because if he hated anything, it was running out of syrup before he was finished. And I remember that one time I walked in the kitchen and there he was,...
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  Neighborhood Warfare

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Morrisville, NC

  It was late summer; we were growing up good, growing up slow. The tanks were coughing up black smoke and the people kept disappearing. All those old, bombed out houses we used to hide in; we knew everybody that had lived there, then that had fled. Everyone was gone, even the old man with the red wa...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Witching Children

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  'It is alarming because no household is untouched. But it is the greed of the pastors, driving around in Mercedes, that makes them choose the vulnerable.' My name is Magrose. I am just seven years old. And I am a witch. The rainy season is over, I think. There’s no more rain to w...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Sanctuary

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  Our last summer together, we rode our bikes into the skyline, through the heat, the ripe and yellow sun, beating down on our backs, and tried escaping into the horizon. Dust kicked up behind us, staining our sneakers brown. Sunburned- freckled faces and gapped teeth, ‘cus we were young and the day...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  embers

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  Jana was short for January pink petals and the whisperin’ trees train tracks and buzzin’ bees singin’ and whistlin’ to the beat of the wind cos the sun don’t shine in the spring with the birds tweetin’ and the river glimmerin’ Jana done kilt that boy under the big white moon,...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  a God of many words

  

  By MeaghanSeesStars, Raleigh, NC

  meet me at the tip of the Earth where the ground drips off fluttering like the broken wings of a thousand pearly moths kiss me deep inside the sun radiating power flames opening up like the petals of a golden-painted sunflower drink me up inside you release me into the sea beneath black ...