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Wiggly Dr. Dre in the house.

A Story by Sarah McKeever Hitt

As I browsed my friend Vision's myspace profile this early morning, I came across an interesting sight that has baffled me. I have always wondered..

Lords of the underworld.

A Story by Sarah McKeever Hitt

And by underworld, I mean, mom's basement.

A letter.

A Story by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Dear Granny Smith Apples Dear Granny Smith Apples Hello My name is Sarah. How are you? I pray this time of year finds you well and that you are..

Purple coats, black lining.

A Story by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Hey, was that Grimmace's mom? Today I got onto the bus in my usual flair. I squeezed my a*s in the very first seat and sat trying to appear to not be..

What kind of man would I be?

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

They asked me where you were hiding? High in which tree? Beneath which rock? In the depths of which cave? Where are you, they ask? I do not bet..

I can never know.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Today I couldn't stop wondering about what would have happened had I just walked away at nice to meet you. Had I gone and not pursued you, would I be..

tortured

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

the lack of capitalization and punctuation is not an accident, it makes the poem stripped just like the emotion behind it.

Brutal

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I asked for truth. you gave it No coddling no softness. your brutality my vulnerability Together as planned by god I couldn't hold back yo..

Misconception

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I enter the room and the energy rises. There are whispers, sighs and wide eyed wonder. No one can tell what I am going to do next. Will I d..

The dancers

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

My fancy for you is beyond the bounds. Yours for me is almost uncalled for. We keep dancing in this arena Bowing only for our flowers and applause ..