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When I first heard of the BBC show ‘Doctor Who’ I was unsure of what to expect. Just newly released on a wider scale on American television, I had never heard of the program before. I found the concept of the man called simply ’The Doctor’ to be odd. A man-who you find out is an alien- who t... - Fiction > RomanceMy boyfriend is perfect. He is handsome, polite, kind, considerate, and loves me. He brings me flowers, surprises me with moonlit dinners and knows I’m a sucker for walks on the beach. He always knows the right thing to say when I’m feeling down. The way he embraces me in his arms makes me feel ...
- Fiction > Historical FictionI saw him on the street one day. I was twelve, he must have been fourteen. He was at the candy store, the one my big sister took me to every Monday afternoon once school let out. He was a tall boy with strong arms, dark skin, and despite the fact that he received dirty looks from everyone on the str...
- Fiction > Romance“Does it hurt you think?” “Does what hurt?” “Does it hurt to die?” I winced, the question hitting me like a punch to the gut. It is such a clique question, something straight out of a movie, but hearing it now, out of the mouth of someone I love… I don’t reply to the lit...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyEmily stood before me, standing on the ledge of the rooftop. “Emily!” I hollered, my heart racing. “You’re going to fall!” She didn’t look at me, she just gazed down at the notebook she always carried. “Emily!” I yelled, taking a step towards her. Her head shot up, her icy...
- Fiction > RomanceIt started with cookies believe it or not. Me, reaching for a bag of Oreos off the top shelf at Winn-Dixie, his hand brushing mine. Our eyes meet, unnecessary apologies given, and an invite to McDonalds for a cup of coffee and a split bag of Oreos. He was a college student, earned his certificat...
- Fiction > Historical Fiction“Heil Hitler!” “No.” “Heil Hitler!” The back of Madam Annegret’s hand stung my cheek like fire. “Raise your arm!” She gripped a hold of my wrist in a vice like grip and shoved it in the air. I pushed her with my free hand. “NO!” Madam Annegret shoved me away and ...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI’ve realized something very important over the past few days. I realized that writing something isn’t worth writing unless your enjoying yourself. For a long while, I’ve only been writing what I know will sell. I’ve been keeping track of what stories are becoming bestsellers, which books ar...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceIt started out with one bowl of Chef Boyardee's spaghetti o's, a sippy cup full of milk, and an episode of Blue's Clues. That was my first introduction to the Chef. I sat in my chair, heaped a mountain of noodles onto my spoon and shoved the gob into my mouth with one fluid swipe. The...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe hits me with her fists She stabs me with her words She smacks me with guilt But I stay quiet. I wish I could tell someone. Tells someone she is hurting me. But what sort of man would I be, If I told someone my girlfriend hits me? So I'll stay quiet and wont say a word. Because I�...
- Nonfiction > MemoirWhat do you want to be when you grow up? That question for me, has gone permanetly unanswered and sadly, Im almost grown up. I once thought a teacher would be my profession. I would go into work with a big smile on my face. The children would smile back, call me Miss, and would enjoy what I taught t...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionSometimes, even the best of friends can get into a fight over something stupid. Case and point, me and Roxy Taylor, my best gal pal since the second grade. She currently won’t talk to me because of John Cusack. Why this quarrel happened? Well, for starters, I do not find John Cusack a very good ac...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureOut of everything I do, time travel is what I do best. Who am I? My name is Veronica Duffy, Ronnie for short, and I have been granted the privilege of being able to tell my tale as a Time Traveler. By this time, I’m pretty good with the whole thing, but I wasn’t always as talented with the g...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyThe hooded figure stood in the doorway, open to a bedroom lit only by the moon from the window and a small nightlight in the corner. The light cascaded over a large bed, its headboard decorated in the décor of princess things. In the bed lay a small girl, perhaps only six, tucked under blankets pul...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe Super Bowl is a very exciting time for some people. People throw parties, drink beer, and holler like cavemen in their living room when their team has the ball. The kitchen becomes a mess of cheetos, deviled eggs and hamburger patties, all rotting on the counters, because everyone knows that thi...
