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I Want To Hold Your Hand
It started out as dumb background music. The two kids sat on opposite sides of the room, waiting for the art teacher to return and...
Lauren Radicchi
Why Do We Build Fake Things?
Why do we build fake things? I sit here, in an elective course, bored to tears, hating every part of my existence, my body, the way I...
Anonymous
The American Facade
How much is a life worth? Under rolling tides of fear in white-washed waters Sleeping in Chains of barbed wire, is this where my freedom...
Tia Scott
Two Hundred Years
Two hundred years ago, man looked at the sky and saw the future. Two hundred years ago, space was big and empty and full of hope. The...
Karen Jackson
14th of December, 2002
“Are you sure you know where we’re going?” Emily asks from the passenger seat. “I’m fairly certain if I know how to get to the woods,” I...
Anonymous
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