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  Death By Midget

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Surrender and prepare to die! Last words? Gulp. But you’ve already shot me so many times… SILENCE! Victory is mine! Mwah-ha-ha! But I don’t have a will or anything— HAH! All of your things belong to me now! …Unless you promise never to boss me around again…? Nice try...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Thievery

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Give back what you have taken, Oh thou of ignorant mind. Return to me That which you don’t know you hold. Release me from your grasp, Oh thou who tortures me so. Let me be— Unknowingly though you wear the conqueror’s crown. Open now your eyes, Oh thou whose restless heart is close...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Twelve Fourteen Twelve

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Bright, innocent, curious little eyes Having barely had the chance To be Alive. The door that was open, So suddenly closed— Slaying the smiles That were to hatred exposed. Faces twisted in anger And sick in the soul, Drag others into danger To strengthen their hold. Home for the...
• Opinion > School / College
  Lost Education? (Revised and Added to)

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  With summer winding down and families beginning to exchange bathing suits and sunscreen for backpacks and notebooks, many kids’ minds are undoubtedly filled with wistful memories of sun, sea, and sand as they cling to their final lazy mornings and try to forget about the jail (I mean classroom) to...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  The Lion

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  “It’s a beautiful night for sleeping,” you remark. I say: “You always say that,” but inside I like it. “I don’t always say that—only when it is.” “Is what?” I ask. “When it is a beautiful night for sleeping.” “Oh.” You walk over to my window and it creaks as you...
• Nonfiction > Educator of the Year
  Marc Biunno • Journalism • Roosevelt Intermediate School

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  On day one of Marc Biunno's journalism class, I knew he was not an ordinary teacher. He ambled down the hallway in a sweater vest and greeted us with, “Ah, journalists! You are about to embark on air-conditioning. So enjoy it. 'Cause it's awesome.” I chuckled to myself. This guy is a ch...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Sentencing of Viktor Bout - I was there!

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  As a fourteen-year-old, I’ve come to learn that being tall (and carrying a notepad) has many advantages. Especially if you want information. Manhattan is a vibrant, hopping place, but what goes on inside the hundreds of buildings that line its streets is a story all its own—and how my heart w...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  My Song

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  My song is the rhythmic scraping Of blades against smooth ice Back outside Forward outside Kick— Pull in Wind in my hair and a blur And Landing— Deep edge And vibration. My song is the scritch-scratch Of pencil on paper Emotions woven carefully From the soft graphite tip As it ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Fallen Flower

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  She sat on the park bench, the wind ripping across her face, sending her loose brown hair flying in all directions. A tear escaped and silently dripped off of her already wet eyelashes, leaving behind a salty trail as it rolled down her cheek. Lifting her pale, delicate face to the sky, she clutched...
• Nonfiction > Academic
  Lack of Diversity

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Middle school students typically wake up in the morning, put on an outfit that matches everyone else’s, walk out of the house (remembering that pretty smile), get to school, and find a group of friends to chat with. If anyone dares to be different than the others, “OMG, did you see what so-and-s...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Colorless

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  The room is White the staring faces vacant and their eyes tell a single story only a glimmer of fear well hidden within each one shines dimly out from inside no movement no subtle dance of joy Blank, yet no room to be written on The One at the front wears Black and perhaps a smile th...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Blind

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  It is the light the shadow the everlasting glory and the failed victory that ends without last words disappearing into a swirling black hole called life It inspires a dream an ambition a desire to be above and beyond superior and more triumphant than ever before a vision of a change A...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Gone...

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Gone Gone like a rose in the winter chill; Its petals slowly crumpling Until they fall One by one Gone Gone like a sunset; Sinking past the horizon Like butter as it melts On a piece of toast Gone Gone like your footprints in the sand; Washed away by the waves As they engulf what...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Sweet Temptation

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Dear love, how you sit there so perfectly resting upon your dish— My eyes are fixated oh so longingly on your delicate white icing and colored sprinkles scattered carelessly but oh so beautifully upon your lovely face How lonely you look my love waiting all alone for someone to ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  The Wise Old Oak

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Once upon a time, there was a wise old oak tree that lived behind a pretty green house next to a wooden tool shed. It had a thick, brown trunk with branches that stretched up to the sunlight, and leaves that were green with life. They rustled happily together when the breeze blew, as if to say Weee ...
• Reviews > Book Reviews
  The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  “‘They must not leave the city for at least two-hundred years,’ said the chief builder. ‘And when the time comes,’ said the assistant, ‘how will they know what to do?’ ‘We’ll provide them with instructions, of course,’ the chief builder replied. ‘We’ll put them in a box with ...
• Opinion > School / College
  Lost Education?

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  In elementary school, kids are excited about learning. The classrooms are full of energy and smiles, and the most often asked question is “why?” because the kids are genuinely interested in what is being presented to them. But as they grow older and reach middle school and high school, the atmos...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Slave Story

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Laboring in the fields The angry sun upon my back; As sweat and blood trickles down The whack of the hatchet White cotton picked by black hands The scream of the tortured; My life is but desolation, Waiting to be fully ripped and torn apart The sorrow and emptiness in the eyes of the mothers...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Hatred

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Hate is the fury that boils slowly making its way up from within as it seers everything in its path leaving behind only emptiness and perhaps a ray of light peaking subtly through the darkness Hate is the jealous thoughts the angry words the faces twisted in lust and fear the innocent, ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Clocks

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock Mercilessly tearing seconds off the hour, despite my earnest pleas....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  I Left My Mark

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Where I once stood in the garden, but tomorrow, after the rain has passed through, my footprints will be gone, and the memory of me with them....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Tripped

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  Tripped From beneath the sun I rise the faces of those beneath me growing smaller as I ascend I take a breath; the air is sweet within the clouds but it’s not enough. Groping for power— something to anchor me— I march on And still I rise No looking back—but I turn my head s...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Scarlet Road

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ

  The bloody road stretches out before her glistening in the moonlight its treacherous beauty reflected in her eyes Like a red carpet trailing behind the celebrities who have long since vanished into the night She takes one tentative step the snow crunching gently beneath her feet Searchi...
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  Noon In The Kitchen

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ
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  Time...

  

  By LifeWrite, Westfield, NJ