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Robin eggs, clear skies, Eiffel 65, my childhood room, Blueberries, the keychain holding a memory with an old friend, The ocean, the biting ..

When our eyes locked in that second, You sent the spark that reached Deep inside me. It charged my slow-turning gears And suddenly I have..

The cross-crusaders call my love For other men an abomination, Students and teachers are oblivious To how their jokes and words Are a ..

The poetry chapbook I had to make for my final in poetry writing.

“I’m sorry I won’t be sitting with you at lunch today, babe.” May Strider looked over at the guy walking beside her, ..

“Damn, too late,” Brayden mumbled to himself as he stopped in his tracks. He had just come from around the corner to check for Ashley..

“Alright, cool,” Michael said. “Well, catch you later, dude.” He turned back around, walking away from Brayden and maki..

“How do I look?” May asked as she stopped just inside the entranceway of the kitchen. She held out her arms to show off her outfit. It..

Brayden, May, and Michael were close friends growing up, but as senior year starts, relationships and plans go awry.

A scene for a novel I want to write in the future.