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Archive for November, 2012

Good-bye, Gegema

By Raee S. The clouds hid the sun from sight and the wind brewed up, cold and stiff. We couldn’t really go outside and frolic. “But, it’s ok.” I thought to myself as my skin touched the cold, bumpy leather of our black sofa; I sat down and noticed that my dad was dialing a […]

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Truth Is..

By Anonymous My daughter? You want to know about my daughter? Well, what can I say except for the fact that she is the stereotypical teenage girl? Gets distracted easily, daydreams more often than any other human being that I know, and god knows what’s going on in that pea-sized brain of hers.

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Eventually

By Michelle Z. Eventually, they tell her. The pain would fade, As she lay on the bed, staring wistfully out of the window.         Eventually, they say, She would heal, from the wounds of hurt and shock, But the hopes from their words do nothing. She misses him, every single day. The storm of sorrow consuming […]

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Mail; In the Mind of A Three-Year Old

By Calia Z. “The mail goes in The blue box At the end Of the street. There is a man, Who comes And empties The box. Who takes All the mail To the Post office. Where it Is sent On a plane Or a train Or a boat To it’s Destination. Where it rides In […]

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Damp

Painted by Vivian Z.

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Serenity

By Calia Z. Breathing heavily, I ran from the streets into the alleyway I called home. The rain was coming down hard, and there were people rushing toward their houses on Main Street. Rain was my favorite weather. It feels like my name, Serenity. I only know my name from the words engraved on the […]

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The Night Kings

By Sayde P. Up and down the road, The pavement glimmers as the eye blinding sun peeps through the mountaintops, they hide in corners, on doorsteps, they mope up and down the streets, dragging their tails, refusing to show their faces They stay away from people yet people still cross the road as they approach […]

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Death Riders

By Brandon Z. The time they came was dusk. They captured the children for their evil plans; the guards fired up the spotlights around the compound and did their best to stop the nightly captures. My heart was pounding as I felt toward the compound in the greenery, my eyes were watching around but my […]

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