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• Poetry > Free Verse
  Time Takes a Breath

  By Keegan W., Dallas, TX

  I sit with my feet up on the dashboard, music bursting from the speakers in rhythmic little puffs, windows rolled down just enough so I can dangle my left hand over the edge. I can faintly hear the wind pecking at the cracks on the door, sending the puddles of water on the ground into franti...
• Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
  Green Means Go

  By Keegan W., Dallas, TX

  The world is facing a growing and catastrophic crisis. No one seems to know how to handle this dilemma. With the casualties growing as the predators increase in number, it’s absolutely necessary that lawmakers and law enforcement officials quickly resolve this enormous issue. Yet their lack of...
• Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
  Downright Rude

  By Keegan W., Dallas, TX

  Teenagers get slammed in the media for being disrespectful, impolite, and downright rude. And the media is right, to some extent. As a whole, we are indifferent when it comes to respect and common courtesy. Yet this collective “we” refers not only to teenagers, but to adults as well. We as a soc...
• Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
  Green Means Go

  By Keegan W., dallas, TX

  The world is facing a growing and catastrophic crisis. No one seems to know how to handle this dilemma. With the casualties growing as the predators increase in number, it’s absolutely necessary that lawmakers and law enforcement officials quickly resolve this enormous issue. Yet their lack of act...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Sleepwalking

  By Keegan W., Dallas, TX

  At night, I escape in my drowsy stupor I roam the hallways. I take long scalding showers and wake up all red and spotted; I flick the lights on and off for hours; I climb onto balconies and yell about nothing at all. At night, I sleepwalk all the stress of my day is let out in the darkness....
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Left Behind

  By Keegan W., Dallas, TX

  My teeth made crushing grinding noises, my knuckles grew white in flexed concentration, my rather impressive biceps swelled with effort. Crinkling my eyes into rumpled balls that probably resembled a tossed out orange carcass, I knew I had to fulfill my duty: I must keep the Port-A-Potty door closed...