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Painting by Sharanya T

Life is a painting Wrong colors Finishing masterpieces   Sometimes All wrong Frustrating   Sometimes Perfect And you’re Content   Sometimes Confusing Whether to make that Final stroke of the brush   Sometimes Sad You cry And cry But tears don’t wash the paint away

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Waiting by Sharanya T

Huddled up together Warming their hands by the Fire Sipping water from tin cups Waiting to be loved Waiting to live a life worth living Waiting to be wrapped in warm blankets Waiting to be kissed on the forehead Waiting to be told- “Sweet Dreams” Waiting

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Memories by Sharanya T.

Sand between your toes, The wind in your hair Drinking lemonade on a hot day Your first roller coaster ride The strong smell of the ocean Looking down from the top of a Ferris wheel These memories become a part of who you are

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Sharanya and Abigail’s Story by Sharanya T.

Isabel  1932, November 13 We huddled around Ma, praying for the baby. Ma’s face clenched with pain. My twin brother, David, spoke gently to Ma, “That’s right, Ma, push!” I groaned. He’s always the teacher’s’ pet, always Ma’s favorite.The star. Always. I’m the impatient one, an hour early. The red-hot temper, me. I do have […]

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THE TRYOUT by Sharanya T.

My knees shook as I changed into my colorful swimsuit. My stomach was doing flips and my palms were sweaty. I tried to reassure myself as I pulled on my swimming cap. I looked at Maddy who was also trembling. She gave me a tight squeeze. I slowly walked out of the change-room into the […]

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Lost by Dorothy D

Epilogue: “MOM! it’s my birthday tomorrow! I’m going to be 10! 10!” Sally sang happily. “YEP! Why don’t I buy you a cake today! You know, for a special treat even though we don’t have much.” “sure mommy, how about chocolate?” So, we go in the car. Nothing seemed unusual, cars where running up and […]

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Fanfiction from Undertale by Olivia X

“Heya. You’ve been busy, huh?” Frisk stood at the middle of the Judgement Hall, staring at a dark figure which was Sans. In her hand, she gripped the Real Knife so hard her knuckles were even white and gleaming. She didn’t trust herself to speak just yet. “So, I’ve got a question for ya. Do […]

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Letters by Jasmine Z

Dear Lisa, Nice I can write this letter to you. I missed you so much! I hope you can live well over your new school. I hope your grade is still that good, and you will have many good friends. Don’t forget me, though. I will always remember you. If you have time, write to […]

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