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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Cheeto

    Cheeto It all started when I came home from school one day to see the most ADORABLE gray tabby sitting on the kitchen table.I got so exited,I threw my back-pack on the couch and jumped up and down acting like a 5 year old.I was acting my age. That night,me,my cousin,Samantha,my mom,and my aunt...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit love you for ever

    love you for ever “If you don’t want me to go then tell me and il stay Lisa” said Tyrell How was I meant to choose between my happens and his. “No its fine babe you must go and have fun” I put on a happy face and smiled at him as if I meant it , of course I dint want him to go , it would mean...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Pete

    Pete “Open the door Pete !” The phrase keeps on repeating in my head like it is some kind of a reminder. I tried to ignore but it just keeps on coming at random. From time to time, a ringing, a door bell, chimes slowly in the background. The mellow sound dances with the words, it sounds like...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit killer (a dog story)

    killer (a dog story) ( i do have a dog but we love him with all are heart ) Dog side of the storyrnI remember the first time i met you , you treated me like if i was your own baby you let me sleep in your room you always focus on me i was your life .I remember that day when mom did not have...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit The Past

    The Past I was in college when i met a guy, and maybe it was true that good girls often fell for bad guys.. He's transferee from another university, He wont be in our class if he didnt want to, suplado, but when he smiles, his eyes twinkle in a way that my heart melts.. we were always end up...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit When The Sirens Blow

    When The Sirens Blow As I sat at my desk gazing at the computer screen, My phone rang. I picked it up. It was my really good friend, Cristina (or as we called her, Krissy). “Hey Donny,” She said. We talked for awhile, and after a few minutes I asked her if she wanted to hang out, and she said...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Abusive

    Abusive Little Kathren has always been so strong. That's why everyone was shocked to hear she just let go. She has always fought with abuse from her mother. But why did she choose to die at age 10? She could've lived with her grandparents, or her aunt and uncle. But no, she decided she couldn't...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Mission Complete

    Mission Complete I heard her come into the house. My human. My girl. I didn’t get up to go greet her; this is the first time I ever remember not doing so. I heard her call out for me. Saw her turn the corner and tell me she was home. I remained on the floor. As I knew it would, this worried...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit DEPRESSION (another story)

    Depression I hate my life, period. I know it is a crazy thing to say when only 13, but I’ve been sure of it for many, many years. All I ever do is hurt myself and hurt the people I love. I don’t deserve to live. I am also a disgrace to my family. They probably think I am crazy, with all my...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit wolf's catch 2

    wolf's catch 2 before pouncing on me playfully, with at first confused, before realizing that it just wanted to play meaning im the wolfs catch, in the wold of science and dreams it seems, to be struck in my lively arms in mid reality, whines of protest from no live souls i say to no inhaler...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit What Do I Worry About?

    What Do I Worry About? My income adding to my luxurious pension which doesn’t exist? No. What I’m going to have for dinner tonight because I forgot to buy bread and was planning on having toast? Hardly. When my friends will eventually turn on me because that’s the type of people they are? Not...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Not Enough Air

    Not Enough Air I took a deep breath and jumped. For a few seconds I was flying. I could feel the air pushing me back up, but gravity was stronger. I sucked in a big breath and prepared myself. My feet slapped the water first. Less than a second later the rest of my body submerged. I wished I'd...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Just another brokenheart

    Just another brokenheart It wasn't about love, not even some kind of connection. Okay, well there was connection. Just a little omnipotent feeling that I never felt before in my heart. It started out simple, he came to everyone and offered every single a flower, day by day. One day.. I received...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit What Is Wrong With Me?

    What Is Wrong With Me? It is 5th grade. I am a 10 year old girl. At my school I do a thing called Safety Patrol. One of my jobs is to lead out the A.M. Kindergarteners to their buses. Here is the story of something hurtful that happens to me on the way to my job. I won't mention names. Today...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Too Dark, Thy Misunderstoon

    Too Dark, Thy Misunderstoon Upon my teary, you will be a deary, to be my door forevery more, Never find souls and closet secrets, To snap in deep sighs of arrest to thy ******, to be unleashed to the underworld of Hadies rule, to see my mind for it's rule is drool of solitude, I prosper when in...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit When angels Die

    When angels Die With long white wings above a building, a young girl is now looking towards sunset, she drops a tear and still want more, but where in the world would someone miss her cry ... poor angel, she feels so much pain now, "there may be another way?" that her mother asked, but always...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Brighter Days

    Brighter Days Scarlet ribbons of liquid pain Are flowing slowly, so calm, Through the blue and raging veins, Trickling down scarred arms. Droplets fall onto the floor; The wooden boards and tile, And the blood and all the gore Will stain for a fair while. Just like our nation's sorrow, They are...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit That Which You Are

    That Which You Are The cathedral was damp and freezing cold,and in the abyssal shadows,I could see tendrils of Darkness darting about. Each step toward the organ was like thunder claps,echoing repeatedly in the distance until eventually evaporating against the ceiling. My eyes drifted to the...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit Remember My Smiling Face

    Remember My Smiling Face I had never really thought about death until it punched me in the face. I mean, what fourteen year old really thinks about dying? Its depressing, really, how quickly life can change. One minute everything perfect and beautiful isin your grasp, the next you can't see...
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    ✍️ Arts/Lit the existence of people is crushing

    the existence of people is crushing The bell rings, and my stomach churns. "Food food food" screams one part of my brain, "Stop Stop Stop" screams the other. Already I feel nauseated, and I haven't even begun the argument with myself. I watch everyone file past my desk to the door. I want to be...
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