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  Forever Family

  

  By lily9799, Franklin, WI

  It wasn’t really that big of a deal, I mean, come on. It’s not like there weren’t plenty of people that were the same way. I had tons of friends, well, a few, that didn’t have boyfriends either. The question just threw me off, I guess. I was waiting after school for a ride, and one of ...
• Fiction > Scripts & Plays
  Over-Priced Time

  

  By lily9799, Franklin, WI

  Setting: Walking to next Class at school Evren: Hey, did you remember to turn in that paper? Beatrice: …Depends, which paper? Evren: The one that’s due today, for our Classic Lit. Class? Beatrice: Oh, no. I forgot. I finished it, though. Evren: Me too. I’m gonna have to go back yeste...
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  Thoughts, Though, They Lead to Ideas

  

  By lily9799, Franklin, WI

  I sit on the couch, looking around the small room. Two people in the corner laugh, probably over something not very funny. The people in the room are in groups or couples; talking, laughing, smiling, while I sit there. Other people are next to me on the couch, but don’t acknowledge my existence...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  From the Sand

  

  By lily9799, Franklin, WI

  Up, up, The sky is clouded. Down, down, Gray blue and white. Down, down, Pebbles rest, Smooth, small, and round. Up, up, The sky stays gray, But down, down, The pebbles stay. Below my feet, The pebbles stay, Patterns of lines each different but the same, All from grains of sand, Each ...
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  Deer Dream

  

  By lily9799, Franklin, WI

  A flicker, a rustle, a noise. My eyes go big- I watch. I watch not just with my eyes- With my ears too. A flicker, a rustle, a noise. I turn my ears to it, See a creature there, Pale, tall, on two feet, I stop and stare- I become the trees. It stops too, Watches with big eyes- A flicker...
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  Ode to the Bumble Bee

  

  By lily9799, Franklin, WI

  The Bumble Bee buzzes, And I sit and watch her fly, I see her small wings, Carrying her high. The Bumble Bee buzzes, And I wonder in amazement, How she learned this trick, How her small wings barely make it. The Bumble Bee buzzes, Yellows and blacks, Her fur closer to fuzz, She continues ...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Panes as Oceans

  

  By lily9799, Franklin, WI

  The day starts dark, Then brightens by blue light, Coming from the curved ark of curtains opened cautious after night. Glass windows hold globes of rain And magnify outdoors. They push and slide down the pane, Each drop warping the world it explores. As the slow day goes on it stays this...