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  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    He needs me. Really, he said it himself…he needs me. He has scars, but his scars run so much deeper. They’ve burrowed into his brain and they’re killing him, pushing him, driving him insane. To the brink And how much I hate it, but love it, that I’m the one there holding his collar, holdi...
  • Nonfiction > Educator of the Year
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    “I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.” – John Steinbeck Everyone has had great teachers in their lives ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I think if you ever touched me, I would melt like ice on the equator. I think if you ever decided to kiss me, my face wouldn’t be big enough to hold my smile and my cheeks might always be stuck in that position. Every time I make you laugh, the sun shines a little brighter than it did before. ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    My footsteps sounded like snare drums in a band and the frozen asphalt was a crumbly cookie with dirty white icing. Though the snow was new, the first snow of the year actually, it had barely stuck, and now was a messy combination of dirt and half-frozen ice. My feet were already soaked, my socks li...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Like a bad fairy tale, this story starts on a dark and stormy night. A person sat lonely in their room. I will not say which gender, for it does not matter in this story. They sat there, at a writing desk. A lamp was turned on in the corner. It illuminated the mess of things on the desk: a notebook,...

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