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I wanted to be that girl, decked out in a froth of glittering feathers, plaited and leaf-like under the harsh grate of a spotlight. Confident and utterly delicate as she glides with the inhuman grace of a winged sprite. Lovely and delicate and brimming with untold whispers and flawlessly poised grac... - Hot Topics > All Hot TopicsRevealed midriffs, spandex stretched thinner than plastic wrap, shorts that are barely an inch below the buttocks. They swing their rackets, chip their balls, and pump their legs, while sponsors nod with silent approval. “It’s definitely degrading,” comments Melissa, a freshman Junior Va...
- Hot Topics > BullyingDear People, The following letter is my formal confession and apology. You see, I am that Person. That Person you hate. That person she hates, he hates, they all hate. You hate me because I hate you. I’m that Person who smirks and shrugs and screams and hates. The Person who manages...
- Poetry > Free VerseIn winter’s eye We purl and wheeze The hiss of tripping gales. In summer’s throat We scuttle and simper On pavement black with boils. In fall’s whittled nose We furrow and quail Beneath the aching of boughs. In spring’s etched palm We gaze and sidle On murmuring greens and bl...
- Nonfiction > MemoirIt all began with a simple, mildly rhetorical question: “Have you ever tried hip-hop?” And so I was launched into the incredible world of glass-shattering pop music, baggy sweatpants, and anti-leg-warmer sentiment. To a proud and conservative bunhead, it’s a world entirely mind-blowing. ...
- Fiction > All FictionHave you ever seen a window on a rainy day? From the inside, I mean. When the rain is nothing but an external hum, and the chill is but a wisp of a lingering scent. And you look out the window, with its viscous beads perspiring against the stony glass. Wavering, shivering with the distant cold, ...
- Fiction > All FictionThe skyline spikes with the pristine glass of heaven-ward towers, faceless and arched in stainless steel, reflecting the splintered docks of the fish-cloyed coast, the listless grey clouds that bend with the breath of a squatting smog. The air tastes of gasoline, bitter and medicinal, and of the ev...
- Poetry > Free VerseWisps of unsung possibility Infinite palpability. Thumbprints sidled against Well-worn creases, Pages turned downward in Remembrance. Fingers soothed against Flaking covers, Speckled pixilation in Syncopation. An image, Blotched script, The space between the lines. Paper, unassuming, A...
- Poetry > Free VerseFind me. The saccharine pain Of seasalt raw on his tongue Sand glazed over Glass bottle. Feet against Fractured Crystalline murmurs. Frayed white satin Snagged on the calloused roughness Of sweat-darkened, well-worked hands And a dampened brow. Veins of ink In rocketing slather M...
- Nonfiction > Travel & CultureWhen I was in seventh grade, I traveled to Costa Rica with my best friend, a handful of classmates, and my unusually young Biology teacher. Her excessive youth must have warped her logic, enough to fly eight sweaty, hormonal pre-teens to a lonely village about the size of a Walmart, with an unfortu...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyThe world is ending, and I dyed my hair blue. Iced Raspberry, the shade is called. Gone are the trends of 3099, those tacky orange bobs and transparent skirts: the New Year has dawned, and with it comes new styles and fashions and masks. The new mask designs were recently released by the health...
- Nonfiction > All NonfictionI wish there had been some sort of momentous epiphany. A metaphorical light-bulb, an enlightened realization, maybe even a divine order. As you can see, I have a taste for the dramatic. I mean, if the ultimate revelation had been up to me, I’d hire a lilting cherub with gilded wings, cooing wit...
- Poetry > Free VerseMetallic ringing, grinding singing, glazed eyes tacked with graceless slack-jawed gazes, whirring gears and brimming thoughts, rusted to a gossamer glass, standstill. The monster's jaw cranked wide....
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe blackness of the alley was a claw at my throat, choking away my screams. Beside me, I sensed the soft scattering of rats among the dumpster bins, the shriek of nails warring against sheet metal. With a careful step forward, I placed my hand on my nylon duffel bag, my hand desperately seeking i...
- Poetry > Free VerseOften I ponder, of life's glamoured light, And all the gorges it holds, How life is twisted and deep and true, and sometimes I can’t help but wonder… I wonder why beauty is so important I wonder why fear exists in the world I wonder if I will die with any regrets I wonder if igno...
- Opinion > Pop Culture / TrendsAs technology threatens to consume nostalgia, an admittedly dramatic question rises above the rest: to e-read or not to e-read. Whether to suffer the slings and arrows of bulky, tree-killing paperbacks, or turn to the ever-popular solution: electronic readers. Many argue that e-readers are efficie...
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- Poetry > Free VerseI’m homeless I’ve no where to go Beggin in front of the laundry store on 6th street Coins falling into my hat And always a few disgusted looks my way Counting my money Barely a dollar today I take all my savings this week Buy me some food and a bottle of booze I see another man just lik...
- Poetry > Free VerseHarmonious vigor, Showcased in glass as the Jewel-polished, Damply hazy Serenely pulsing Water. Breathing gently, obedient. The billowing waves lapping like curtains Brought into the sun-dewed draft of Infant breezes, Against the roughened shore, sighing tranquilly, The whistle of Apollo...
- Poetry > Free VersePoems and plays Sonnets and sayings There once was a man who did them all The Bard he was fondly called For writing plays he had a knack And in true talent he never lacked From Hamlet to Othello to Twelfth Night And thirty-seven more he did write A true poetical pioneer, H...
- Poetry > Free VerseStart with a dash of subtle warmth, And a sprinkle of pure caring, Add a pinch of sacrifice And a hint of true courage. Pour in an ounce of affection And a spoonful of commitment. Hopefulness and faith Add in large amounts. A drop of honesty And a bi...
- Nonfiction > AcademicUnderneath the luminous glow of the spotlight, the play’s lead actor passionately recites Hamlet’s monologue before a packed house. The captivated audience members sit on the edge of their seats, excited to hear the most renowned monologue in the world. Undoubtedly, William Shakespeare, the wr...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe last, the last I yearn to see, Before the darkness lays claim to me, Is the sun so bright and shining white, And the rosy dawn to bring me light. The last, the last I crave to hear, Is the singing voice of my heart’s dear, And the chatter of doves that hover so near. The last, the last ...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceAtychiphobia. The fear of failure. That is the one fear that plagues nearly everybody at one point in their lives. The unseen enemy that used to conquer me and hold me hostage, away from the possibility of success. Failure, in retrospect, was a petty thing to fear, to cower away from and hide...
