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Crime, Mystery and Abstract
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You think when the jury says " We find the defendent guilty" you will feel better. You think you will feel releif that he is locked away. Later, when the judge sentences him the death penalty, you think you will feel happy. You think you will finally be able to sleep through the night or go five minutes without thinking about him and what he has done. But you can't and you don't. Instead, your sto...

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Crime, Mystery and Abstract
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You think when the jury says " We find the defendent guilty" you will feel better. You think you will feel releif that he is locked away. Later, when the judge sentences him the death penalty, you think you will feel happy. You think you will finally be able to sleep through the night or go five minutes without thinking about him and what he has done. But you can't and you don't. Instead...

In the Dark

Poem
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Dear listeners in the dark,Can you hear me?Can you see me?Can you feel meMoving ever so closelyInto your ears andBalancing softly inYour dreams? Dear listeners in the dark,Do you feel scared?Do you feel loved?Do you feel anythingIn your emptyBlack mindForming blurry imagesBehind drawn eyes? Dear listeners in the dark,Would you like to scream?Would you like to give in?Would you like to wake upTo fi...

Poems

Poem
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I want to write a happy poemBecause there's too muchLove in everythingI want to write a sad poemBecause the world is filledWith technicolorI want to write an angry poemBecause our live areMore than they seemI want to write a peaceful poemBecause the peopleJust love to lieI want to write a poemBut there are botEnough words ...

Addiction

Poem
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Is there anythingMore addictive than words?We are exposed from birthAnd we never really had a chanceThey are spoken, read, heard, thoughtWe reuse them over and overLike a needleUntil they become clichéWe are drawn into their meaningAnd hooked onto its complexityAnd continue to use them for their simplicityThey make us paranoidAnd we can't restUntil eveylastthinghas a name But then we overdo...

Dublin

Abstract
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It was nearing midnight when he entered the local 24-hour supermarket. He was in the mood for ice cream so he shifted into autopilot mode. He arrived at the endless row of freezers containing every single flavor of ice cream imaginable. What kind of ice cream was he in the mood for? He was older–deep-set wrinkles, thinning gray hair, bad eyesight, and stiff joints–so he wasn’t w...

Red (Part 12)

Mystery
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“Oh, are you finally going to listen to me?” “Now, now, Brooke. We don’t need any of that attitude. Dr. Stav is just trying to get the story straight,” he said calmly. I couldn’t believe him. He was talking like he hadn’t sentenced me to be chained to this bed and forced drugs. “Shut up! I don’t even want to see you!” I screamed. I could...

Red (Part 11)

Mystery
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She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The excitement in his voice made her heart skip a beat; but when his tone changed, she held her breath and tucked her bottom lip beneath her teeth. “…but I’m not sure where to find her again. I don’t know where she’s staying. I’m not even one-hundred percent sure it’s her, but you should have seen her, Mom...

Red (Part 10)

Mystery
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“Wait, I should be asking you that question. Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?” I demanded as I walked towards her. She was surprised and didn’t move from the doorway. I heard Sawyer follow me. I folded my arms against my chest and shifted my weight to my left foot. “My name is Melanie and I’m visiting my dad for Spring Break.” She wa...

Red (Part 9)

Mystery
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The first thing that went through his mind was, Could it be her? Could it really be her? He couldn’t be absolutely sure, but she was the same height, same eye color, same smile; but her hair was different, she didn’t act like herself, and he couldn’t be sure about the face. Above all, she didn’t recognize him. But something deep inside of him said, You found h...

Red (Part 8)

Mystery
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“Linda told me that you snuck out last night. I would like to know why.” Elizabeth was not smiling today. She wore concern well, though. I know that this would come up eventually, but I had pretended that it wouldn’t. I didn’t think I was entirely ready to handle the memories of the previous night. “I wanted to get out and do something on my own. I met th...

Red (Part 7)

Mystery
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Sawyer didn’t say anything while he drove me home. I told him when to turn in a shaky voice. I was still scared of myself and what I did, what had happened to me. I thought maybe he was scared, too. He hadn’t exactly signed up for a crazy friend. He opened the door for me when he pulled over to my apartment building. “Are you really okay?” he asked as I was walk...

Red (Part 6)

Mystery
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He moved his hand slowly away, never taking his eyes off the road. "I'm sorry, but ever since I first saw you, I've felt something inside of me. Something I've never felt before." "What are you talking about? We barely know each other. The turn is up here. You can drop me off." I was through with being polite. He was starting to creep me out. I knew something was t...

Red (Part 5)

Mystery
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"Do you like seafood? I guess I should have asked that before I invited you to Fisherman's Wharf. Anyway, have you ever had Thai?" "No. It's usually been my dad or Linda's cooking or takeout. Can I ask you something?" "Sure. Anything." "What do they know about me?" "I didn't tell them about your accident,...

Red (Part 4)

Mystery
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He wondered when it all started. When he became part of their life by marrying their mother? Did she see him as someone trying to replace her father, Ethan? Or was it after she found out she was adopted, not related by blood to anyone she had called her family? She didn't start running away until she was fourteen or fifteen; he had forgotten many details in the process of aging. He had loved Cori...

Red (Part )

Mystery
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I looked at her confused. This was what I had wanted: something for me to look at to help me remember. I took one of my hands and touched my cheek. I realized the reason for her apology. I had been crying, but not because I was sad. I was happy. Probably the happiest I had been in the past month. “No, this is perfect. It’s just what I wanted, what I needed. Thank you so much,” I...

Red (Part 2)

Mystery
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Dr. Stav sat behind her desk and motioned me to sit on the couch to the right of the door. Her blonde hair was twisted into a bun and she was wearing her black-rimmed glasses instead of her contacts. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse with eyelet flowers. She was pretty and reminded me of the pictures of my mom; but she was married and had two young children of her own. I sat...

Red (Part 1)

Mystery
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His daughter is twenty years of snow falling She’s twenty years of strangers looking into each other’s eyes She’s twenty years of clean She never truly hated anyone or anything She’s a dying breed §20 Years of Snow -Regina Spektor§ What is the difference between being dead and missing? When you’re dead...

Chapter 6: The Escape (Part 2)

Fantasy
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Asta turns to me and nods. I stand up, grab my bags, and walk to her. She takes my arm and guides me to the door. She bends down to grab her bag, roughly the same size as mine, and puts on her coat. Delicately, she buttons it up and pulls up her hood. I pull my own hood close to my face. She pulls open her door and cold morning air brushes our faces. Asta leans in and whispers to me, “Pull...

Chapter 6: The Escape

Fantasy
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What is taking Penelope so long? What if Queen Darya found out that she told me to flee? What if she killed Penelope for telling me? I cannot control my frantic thoughts. To busy my mind, I button up my winter coat Rasha made me the previous year. The forest green velvet is trimmed with silver thread. Reminiscing, I finger the soft hood and almost completely forget what is happening. The...

Chapter 5: The Secret

Fantasy
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I listen past the deafening heartbeats in my ears. I cannot talk for the heartbeats in my throat are choking me. My anxious tears are blinding me. I listen to Penelope silently. Penelope takes the face of her mother. Her hands neatly folded on her lap, thumbs rubbing the back of her hands to keep calm. She slowly speaks. “It all started when Queen Darya and King Rian were married. They wer...

Chapter 4: The Death (Part 2)

Fantasy
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“What?” I stand up, trying not to believe what just came out of her mouth. I start pacing the room, calming my racing thoughts. “Queen Darya wants to kill you,” she repeats. “Why does she want to kill me? I know she is fuming whenever she is around me, that is why I was beaten when I was younger, but to actually kill me…” I cannot continue. Penelope clos...

Chapter 4: The Death

Fantasy
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“Lia, my mother would like to speak to you now,” Penelope calmly states with tears staining her brown eyes. A month has passed since Rasha’s coughing has started and it has taken a turn for the worse. Yuri takes Penelope and holds her tight. Her tears make Yuri’s black hair even darker. The ruby still lies on her neck. I take stand and enter the room where Rasha is lying. ...

Chapter 3: The Ring

Fantasy
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Open, close. Open, close. My eyes have been repeating this for the past five minutes, trying to focus. It has been two days since the incident at the market, but I am still recuperating. Penelope is hovering above my face. Her warm breath seeps into my pores. I open my eyes and Penelope smiles contently. “Wake up sleepy head; I have a secret to tell you.” Penelope gets off my bed and...

Chapter 2: The Dreams (Part 2)

Fantasy
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“Read the one about the two princesses, but use our names. I have always wanted to be a princess,” Aniella wheezes. “Let me find it first.” The older girl stands up from the chair stationed next to the bed and walks over to a pile of books. She fingers each book’s bindings and pauses on one. She lifts the books resting on top of the desired book and picks it up. She ...

Chapter 2: The Dreams

Fantasy
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The blackness dissolves into my room that I share with Penelope and Rasha. I look around the room and see Penelope’s chest leisurely moving up and down. Dawn is tripping in the window. I get out of my bed and shuffle to Penelope. I raise my hand to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes. I shake Penelope when I reach her. She reluctantly stirs and awakes in acquiesce. Her high-pitched voice grum...

Chapter 1: The Market

Fantasy
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Scrub, scrub, scrub. This has been my morning since six o’clock. Two hours of scrubbing the main entrance floor, being on my aching knees, and working my fingers to the bone. I am working alone this morning because Penelope is helping in the kitchen. Penelope is my best and only friend, but we are like sisters. Her mother, Rasha, has been the only motherly figure I have known because my mot...

Prologue (Part 2)

Fantasy
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I dim my lamp even more, to the point where I cannot see my own hand. I slowly turn the door knob in my shaking hand. I push it forward while my heart beats in my throat. I quietly close the door behind me to prevent anybody who might be wandering about the halls from coming in. I take out the vile from my pocket and place my lamp on the table. I creep towards the bed where Rian is peacefully slee...

Prologue

Fantasy
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I open the door to gaze at my daughter. She is sound asleep, but she is still so beautiful. Her light brown hair is all over her porcelain skin. Her face is so peaceful from a dream that fills her head, but will never remember. So young, so full of innocence, but I must close the door silently now. I whisper, “I love you more than the sun and the moon, Aniella.” Tomorrow is her birthda...