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• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Zip Line

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT

  The wire swayed in the wind; the wire that I was about to swing down with just ropes and a harness. I could feel my face turn pale as I looked down at the faraway ending point. My hands gripped my harness as a feeling of nausea fell over me. I could see the pine tree tips in front of me and the cr...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Remember

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT

  Will you remember me, Even when our path's break Never to cross once again? Will you remember the quiet girl, Who only listened to your pleas, Never denying what you felt? Remember for her, Remember for yourself, Never leave her behind. A small smile, a joyful ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Bathroom Shooting

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT

  I had nothing to do with the bathroom shooting. At least that is what I told the police. It's technically true. I wasn't the one who walked into the girl's bathroom and killed most of them.That was all Sarah. I didn't tell her to do it. I wasn't the one who called her no-go...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Paint me

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT

  Paint me. Paint me like I am. Don't paint me with that fake, cheesy smile, Around those people that I don't even know. Paint me with that toothy smile, Laughing my head off Around the people who keep me living. Don't make me look like everyone else. Fake is never true. I ...
• Nonfiction > Sports
  Why I play soccer

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT

  The black and white ball is lifted off the ground. Its flying, soaring like a bird through the pale blue sky. It seems unstoppable. You can hear your heart in your ears, rapidly beating. Everything turns into slow motion. Everyone on the field disappears. It’s just you and the ball. You push off t...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Where the Wind Blows

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT

  My grandfather used to tell me stories of the land before all the vile, dung, and trash overpopulated the world. He said that the sky was baby blue filled with white, fluffy clouds. The cities were not filled with trash and vile, but with people and colors. Flowers and plants wouldn’t have to grow...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  The rain fell...

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT

  Rain fell everyday, never stopping for my liking. The sky was crying for the death. I try to keep myself occupied, but I always find myself at his grave, crying. Crying for his death, and my prescious memories. THe rain fell harder. Its weight crushing me deep into the ground. If he was ...
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  House Guests

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT
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  Peeking sun

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT
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  Bikes of Glory

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT
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  City at Night

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT
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  Natural wonderland

  

  By Annieboo, Salt Lake City, UT