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• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Impatiens on a Tuesday

  By Maura Z., Glen ellyn, IL

  Sometimes in the afternoon, I would walk. And it wasn’t like these strolls through the neighborhood were for the dog either. Walking is something that makes my heart feel pure, and my mind numb with quiet. I believe walking is a healing power. Everyday for as long as I can remember I’ve see...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Lullaby

  By Maura Z., Glen ellyn, IL

  Fall asleep, You have no worries, Under the stars, Beneath the purple waves, The sun will greet you in the morning, So snuggle in, be warm, And feel the day unfold....
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Summer Heat

  By Maura Z., Glen ellyn, IL

  The sand gave me shivers, But my soul was skipping through the clouds, Dripping wet, Memories, Laughter, silk gray dirt, Written like legends in my skin, A creamy orange sunset, That closed the most life changing moment of my life, I'm okay, It's alright, Because there is love all around m...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Let Go

  By Maura Z., Glen ellyn, IL

  A deep red rose pushing through The cracks of the, Run-down City Sidewalk, My love had been, That out of place, Chalk rubbed on your fingers, The scratching of styrofoam, My love had been that wrong, Hidden from the world, The things I felt had seemed right, But now I must weed the city s...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  The Quiet

  By Maura Z., Glen ellyn, IL

  Hardwood floors, The lazy twitch of the dog's ear, Sun slanting onto my hand, Catching sparkles and lies, How the nieghborhood seems to sleep, As if all the worry was a drop of water on a hot pan, The clock keep the beat to the symphony, And the quiet envelopes her in the sweetest music create...
• Hot Topics > What Matters
  The Cycle

  By Maura Z., Glen Ellyn, IL

  At first: I was annoyed. I was a selfish enough teenager to not want my grandma to move in. It was early June, the end of school was crawling around the corner, and I hadn’t wanted to spend the summer watching my 89 year old grandma. In the past few years, it had grown obvious that she&rsq...
• Nonfiction > Sports
  Instincts

  By Maura Z., Glen Ellyn, IL

  They danced in the flickering light. Their feet bounced from the floor to the night sky, practically weightless. The competitors glimmered with sweat as they concentrated on the wordless motion of offense, their blood-red gloves tapping a punch. There were no built-up hits or unrestrained power;...