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The Forest At Night by S. Kay

Dark Forest
Mist floats through the forest while flashlights bob in the distance, tiny alien craft, jiggling stars, until they extinguish, not at camp.

Shelter… 90 more words


Memoirs of a Disorder

I am sixteen, and they tell me I’m obsessed. All I want is to be dust-small, paper thin. I’m not and yet my edges still seem to cut people. 932 more words



Staring into the void she smiles. A hiccup, a giggle. With her wand she traces the past on her wrist, to and fro, to and fro. 399 more words


Scribbles 19

The absurdity

That you continue to be when everyone says you shouldn’t.


Pumpkin Pie (a story in two parts)

by Victoria (7th grade)

As my grandma places my sister’s pumpkin pie on the table, you can see everybody drift towards it as though it were calling their names. 229 more words


Silly Little Girl (May 27, 2011)

B.H. Fairchild wrote this poem called “Rave On”. It was about some teenage boys who fixed up these junky cars and sped them down the road and off the side, intentionally flipping the vehicles at maximum speed just to see if they’d come out alive. 628 more words