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If you had asked me how I felt about him on the day it happened, I would have told you that I utterly hated him. I would have said that I hated him without any remorse or guilt in my role in the unfortunate tale. But as I sit here, staring up at the castle that is now brilliantly lit, I feel content... - Fiction > Historical FictionAmelia spun in a circle, twirling madly, her red and black and white ball gown fanning around her. She knew that Prince Prospero was following her every move. He was quite enamored with her, but her heart did not belong to him. She gazed at the masked man who held her hand. She gave him a coy smile ...
- Poetry > All PoetryIf you asked me why I love you, I would say this: I love the way you smile and how you make me laugh. You make me feel like I am standing in the sun, light and heat touching my skin. I love your sense of humor, how you can take a shot at me and expect it right back, playful banter. I love your int...
- Poetry > Free Verse“Stupid boy!” I rage at the cerulean sky, shaking my mangled fist at the empty expanse of blue above me. My eyes slide to the cobalt depths, in which a horrible beast scared me into a white fear that swallowed me whole. ...
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- Poetry > HaikuNo, I'm not jealous I am sad that you chose her and pushed me aside. I can't measure up no matter how many leaps I take for you. I will remain in second place, waiting in the wings for your love....
- Fiction > Historical FictionThe Alexander Palace. Every building has seen its equal share of trials and triumphs, even from the dingiest hovel to the palatial mansions of the monarchies of the old world. I, the Alexander Palace, home to Russian royalty for centuries, have seen difficult things. Recently, I have witnessed the ...
- Fiction > Historical FictionI twisted my hair into a ponytail, tucking it under my cap and lowering the brim. Then I took a final look around the room full of strangers, wondering which of them would help me escape, and which would try to kill me. I was a wanted woman and I knew that I could not stop moving until I had reac...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhat many of you little people on Earth don’t realize is the fact that there are resplendent things down on your solitary planet. All of you gaze up towards the unknown, striving to reach higher and higher for something you have no hope of ever finding or wrapping your greedy little fingers around...
- Fiction > RomanceI could hear the ocean. I could smell it too. The salty breeze caressed my cheek and I sought to find a path through the trees, anything to get to the water. I had to get to the beach; some strange force that I could not even begin to comprehend tugged on my limbs, made my heart start to pound. My f...
- Poetry > Free VersePretty is the girl who measures herself by the mirror and scale. Pretty is the girl who doubts herself. Pretty is the girl who longs to be called beautiful. Pretty is the girl with the loud laugh and honey-sweet smile. Pretty is the girl who dances around her room, not caring who see...
- Poetry > Free VerseSomehow, I never could believe that I would be the average girl. I never wanted to believe it. Everyone thinks they can somehow "rise above" whatever road blocks and construction sites appear before them. Nobody ever wants to settle for average. The sad thing is that those people are de...
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- Nonfiction > MemoirLove is mindless. For a brief, shimmering moment you can actually think that something good will come of it. But then your mind seems to fall completely out of your head and splatter on the floor and pretty soon your heart will follow. It is pointless and stupid and the most lethal emotion. L...
- Fiction > Historical Fiction“Are you ready for this?” Icarus asks his best friend, gripping her hand tightly in his and curling his toes on the rim of the cliff. “As ready as Persephone is to go stay in hell for half a year. Are you?” “What do you think?” Kyra turns her gaze up to the sun and then glances back a...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“You don’t really mean that.” Abby said as she sipped the red wine from the bottle by the sink, her hip leaning against the counter. “I know I don’t. I just wanted to see your reaction.” Riley glanced up from the photographs on the polished wood table. “Just as I suspected.” He...
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