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  Magic Eraser

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  What if someone gave you an eraser? An eraser that could fix any mistake that you’ve ever made. Would you use it? What if someone gave you an eraser that could fix the mistakes you’ve made today? Would you take that one too? What if someone gave you an eraser that could fix every mistake ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Simply Not a Clue

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Simply Not a Clue Sometimes we expect far too much from one another --we expect to be understood, loved, and wanted we expect too much from one another? We cannot even understand why one cannot understand another. It doesn't make sense. But you should've understood. ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Capture

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Capture Just one click, led to another. His twisted words encouraged it. But I trusted his beseeching sentences And lost my senses with them. It seemed alright at first; A simple game of truth or dare. But did I dare accept this challenge? I couldn’t, why would I? But in the end: ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Over-Dose

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  They say that home is where the heart is. But I don’t have a home, so I guess that makes me heartless. I must be cold down to the bone. I’ve never said “I love you” and I’ve never heard it either. Do you know what that’s like? To feel alone, rejected, and neglected by two people who are ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Equally Different

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Can the leaves fall any lighter? Can the leaves’ colors be any brighter? I wonder if they’re here to tell us something. Sending a message wherever they fall. They come from the highest places And spread around the wind. Can the leaves get any farther? The leaves told me something From t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Speechless Melody

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Your lips don’t have to move— your screams don’t make a sound. But I can hear you loud and clear. The silence of the gasps you breathe are roars in my memories. I don’t want to hear you scream – that’s not a whisper to me. My ears cannot bear such a chant; I will not give in to your ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Homophobia

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  I see you looking at me, But do you even know what you’re looking at? Do you even see what’s in front of you? I’m a person, a person just like you. Yes, I may be different, but so are you. I’m a person who loves, laughs, wonders And always asks why? So why do you look at me like that?...
• Opinion > Points of View
  The Persistence of Memory- Theory of Time

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  We have the idealistic power to change time, though we cannot control it. Salvador Dalí's painting The Persistence of Memory challenges this idea. We are slaves to time; it rules us in such a fashion that scares us. Time frightens our stability and dares our actions. We cannot understand time ...
• Hot Topics > What Matters
  Sandy Hook Elementary: School Shooting

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Tragedies are born out of evil, but heroes emerge. Unfortunately not many heroes can save themselves. Though when tragedy strikes it doesn't really hit you until you see it with your eyes. It doesn't sting your skin until its nails dig at your spine. Each day there is a silent battle betwe...
• Nonfiction > Academic
  One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  False Diagnosis of Insanity The novel, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey, presents individualism pitted against the vast depersonalization of industrial society. Ken Kesey has an extraordinary grasp of the challenges faced by modern civilization which he depicts in the novel. Insi...
• Nonfiction > Academic
  Night; A Day In The Life of Ivan Denisovich by Elie Wisel; Alexander Solzhenstyn

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  In the novels, Night by Elie Wiesel and A Day In The Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenistyn, avoidance and dehumanization are relevant motifs. However, those who choose to avoid the situation at hand most commonly become victims of dehumanization rather than upright rebels. Submission to...
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  Guide > College Essays
  Edited College Essay

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Dirt floors, tin bucket showers and outdoor latrines. There I stood a foreigner to a La Chimpanilla, Nicaragua, a microcosm of the truth about worldwide poverty - a village with beautiful faces, anxious smiles, and welcoming arms. Each moment assimilated in my eyes: mothers, fathers, sisters and bro...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Silence Is A Virtue

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  You make me scream for the memories. You make me question my very own sanity. So don't speak liar, with your disgusting facade. Don't touch me ever again, don't even breath my air. And if you ever look in my direction; -- I'll kill you with my glare. ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Transparent Walls

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  These walls have secrets If we asked them, I wonder what they’d say. These walls have a story to tell. If only they could speak. I bet what they’d tell us Would make our knees weak. These walls are colored lightly; But their inner darkness is obsolete. I bet these wall...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Welcome to Society

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Welcome to society. We’ll tell you to love yourself. But if you do, we'll call you self absorbed. Welcome to society. We’ll tell you to believe in yourself But we’ll mistake your confidence for cockiness. Welcome to society. We’ll tell you anything is possible, Even when we know...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Reality of Fiction

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  When I was five years old all I ever wanted to do was grow up but no one ever told me that I would never become Cinderella and my life wouldn't turn out to be such a fairytale. But I guess that's what life's about it's about learning. Learning from you...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Deceitful Truths

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Power can capture the minds of many, while favor can only capture the minds of those in favor. But innocence will be neglected, innocence is subject to honesty. In a world where the truth does not exist. In fact the truth is only even thought of in the subject of denial. I've never wr...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Mentally Hills

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Mentally Hills Rules and regulations are strict here, in the place I’m now forced to live. There are no windows and sunlight does not even peak through a doorway near or far. We do not know the difference between dusk nor day. We sleep when they tell us it’s time to sleep; however, when our s...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Happens

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Happens Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be sixteen, but then I remember that I am. Numbers really, I’m not sure if they matter. Though, the law clarifies that they do, as far as age at least. Age determines everything in government, the president qualifications, punishments for a crime, ...
• Nonfiction > Academic
  College Essat

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Tattered clothing, brick walls, wire screen houses, dirt floors, metal tin bucket showers and outdoor latrines, coal stove tops, splintered-wooden tables and counters too. There I stood in a foreign country, a microcosm of the truth about worldwide poverty. A village with faces I couldn’t recogniz...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Human Nature

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  The clock ticks, flooding my eardrums. So loud in the tangible silence each tiny sound echoes off the brick walls of the shed. It’s eerie, and dark. There’s a shadow cast upon the walls and light pouring through the tiny window on the far end. The rays of sunshine crystallizing in my vision; it ...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Heartless

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Memories… some of the best and even the worst, memories that can make a heart fall in love a friendship form or cease. There once was time in my life, that I adored from every spectrum and point of view I could obtain. At least that is how I remember it, that’s what memories do to us. We ravish ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Unlocking Reality

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  Some things are kept under lock and key the secrets heald underneath us. We clentch our fists in desire of pushing them away, denying the truth; because we do not wish to be sujected to our fears. Sacrificing our dreams for a harsh reality seems foolish, but is it? Some things are kept unde...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Sickness in Health

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  ? I feel sick but not out of illness, something much harder to comprehend. A feeling I cannot explain, it's something much worse than any physical incapability i've ever obtained. A sickness not any medicine can cure, not even a vaccine can prevent. A feeling of hei...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Heartless Home

  

  By raemarie, Stratford, CT

  She lies in her bed; not catching a second of sleep. Instead sleep flies by her and taunts her as the minutes pass. She squints her eyes, covers her ears, and buries her head inside the pillows. Almost as if it will cure her from the sound, take her way from this heartless home. Even whe...