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Blaire sits in the dark, familiar attic, listening to the scuttle of tiny feet, some abruptly stopping as a snap sounds, and then the squeal. The squeal is the definition of the sound of agony- the rats in the traps watch as their rat friends and rat family scurry past, not caring that one of them, ... - Fiction > Realistic FictionCharacters: Julia Inman: The only child, a sixteen year old girl who is pretty, tall, and thin. She is outgoing, never seen without a smile on her face, and dresses in preppy, conservative skirts and dresses. Katherine Inman: The forty year old mother of Julia, pretty like her daughter but sho...
- Poetry > Free VerseA flip flop is love. Flimsy, yet familiar. Easy to break; But socially accepted. What all of the cool girls wear. Approved of no matter how thin and cheap; Or colorful and fun. A flip flop can be uncomfortable; Making your feet ache as you slip them on in the morning. They are plain, so...
- Poetry > Free VerseBang, bang. My feet carry me out of my warm, comfortable bed. Bang, bang. Glide down the quiet hall onto the deserted street. Bang, bang. Past the gate of a seemingly abandoned house. Bang, bang. “Help, help” Into a filthy kitchen, through a hidden doorway. “Help, help” Down the ...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou're legs are neatly crossed and your eyebrows furrowed in deep thought as you sit on the bench. Immediate recognition fills my mind, I know I have seen your face before, A mere glance as I socialize and laugh the day away during French. While you sit alone, never uttering a word, with you...
- Poetry > BalladThe stars twinkle and I look over. His smile warms my heart, and soon our faces are one We both blush, our faces equally red in color. I know we both wish this night would never be done. The blanket of dew on the night-colored grass Causes me to shiver and his strong arm to tense, The fleec...
- Poetry > All PoetryIt feels like I could never get to know you enough, To completely understand who you were. You were a fantasy to me, Someone who lived a life like no other. And now your life is gone, along with you. Never will you kiss me while we lay on the beach at sunset again. Every time I would ask you...
- Fiction > RomanceShe walks up to him, smiling and excited to see him. “I missed you,” she says, and wraps her arms around him tight, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. She grabs his hand and they walk into her house. He smiles half-heartedly, genuinely happy to see her. She is his girlfriend of eight month...
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