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In 2013 I was in Algebra 1 for the second time around. A sophomore in a freshman class, the only sophomore too I think…
Continue ReadingIn 2013 I was in Algebra 1 for the second time around. A sophomore in a freshman class, the only sophomore too I think…
Continue ReadingThese entries from January’s challenge were selected as Honorable Mentions. Those who completed this challenge are now encouraged to share their stories in the comments section of the “January Writing Challenge.” Anika 15 USA If We Could All I can hear are the sounds of my feet crunching through the snow and my breath, shallow […]
Continue ReadingHello little map, You stamp. A reminder of that time newspaper got stuck, in the same destination and we ripped it off, At bandaid speed, Teething marks of an Irish wolfhound ornate your corners You bend and dip into holes where three-year-old glitter resides or an accidental splash of claims-to-be-washable paint. Here, are the scraps […]
Continue ReadingBurgundy bricks and feathers, Will always be symbols of silence to me. We lived in a house built of burgundy bricks. It was a little ranch house, surrounded by pecan and plum trees, nestled away in the hills. Down a windy road, take a left at the Smiths’ pond, and a right at silence. We […]
Continue ReadingPolaroid pictures Singing songs, and dancing slow Perfect memories Marcus Brown is a 3rd year student at Oakland University in Rochester Hills, MI. Marcus has been writing since he was fifteen years old and co-writes with various musical artists. He is hoping to publish a book soon and continually writes […]
Continue ReadingThese entries from February’s challenge were selected as Honorable Mentions. Those who completed this challenge are now encouraged to share their stories in the comments section of the “February Writing Challenge.” Sara 17 Italy The Chair Nobody Wants I’m the chair nobody wants. I live in every school. You can find me in the corner […]
Continue ReadingThere are these pictures which exist on my phone like postage stamps, each one waiting for its destination. We took the early morning ferry, watching behind the silver wake, its twin possibilities of listening to our thoughtless words and a song like wind chimes sprinkling the things we said with a certain glister—which I would […]
Continue ReadingThese are the stories we tell each other when gathered around the Thanksgiving dinner table, laughter piled on top of the cranberry sauce: The time Daniel trapped the Fairy Barbie on the roof. When I fell through a tree branch and dangled by my neck until Mom could find help. What we don’t say: the […]
Continue ReadingSleepy eyes, Distant skies. Nothing can stop me From drifting off to A dream of an abyss. Free of drivel and waste, It’s the only place That offers peace. At times it gifts me With wild corners of my mind: Short lived adventures, and poetic wishes… They never have enough time. I try to remember […]
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