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There is a certain time of night after an August storm, when the world outside is dark but the sky still has a brightness to it. It looks as if it is..
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My clock ticks with a steady beat. Thoughts swirl inside my head. The words I know I must write threaten to burst from my firmly shut lips if they can..
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This poem is about the earthquake/tsunami that has struck Japan. It is in memory of the poeple who have lost their lives, and the living who have lost..
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rain can be seen by some people as dreary but can be seen as hope to others...
inspired by the pouring rain outside...
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Let me skip the frilly intro here, or the long drawn out explanation of setting and whatnot. My name is Annabelle Leigh Holden, and I’m dead. N..
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By the time I got home, I had practically forgotten about the whole incident. My mom asked me about school, I told her about it, and I went to start m..
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My mom called me down for dinner, so I washed my hands and went downstairs. When I came into the dining room my mom was still in the kitchen putting ..
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The next morning I woke up and got ready for school. I had oatmeal for breakfast and some hot coco, just like every other day. By 7:15 I was walking ..
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I walked through the door to the smell of food cooking. My mom was making Shepard’s Pie, which was one of my favorite meals. She told me to tak..
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“Annabelle, seriously, what the heck is going on?” my father questioned again. Startled by his voice I was shaken out of my trance and I ..
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