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by Zack Rearick 3200 words, on Nov 9 4:01 PM 2006
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I wrote this poem during a presentation of some video about an absurdly long narrative poem because my close friend Annieliscious asked me to write a poem about her. Not
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Light filters in through the dusky screen of awakening, that dreaded transition from the comfort of bed time to the uncertainty of another day.
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For several months, a bunch of students from my school's French Club practiced a contemporary version of "Alouette" to perform at a foreign language competition at Lenoir-Rhyne
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So, I am a volunteer at the Mint Hill Branch Library. Since I just began volunteering a few weeks ago, I am still "temporary", and am thusly only trusted with the childre
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Brandon and Dan lamented. "Why do we have to look after your stupid brother?" Brandon complained. "I want some juice." Dan smacked Jason on the back of
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Entry #5:"The Killing Silence"
I was getting dressed in the bathroom before school, numbly going through my morning routine, when I heard a sharp beep, repeated three times, -
My friend Beth Rataj, whose last name is among the coolest ever, asked me to write a poem about her. I agreed to, and here it is. I will say that this poem, being about someone
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This is a sequel to my first ever visual poem "My Happiness Is All that Matters", which was entered into some stupid writing contest I didn't win. I came up with the first line
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One more eerie short story like this,and I will have to make a collection.Not as good as my last,I'm afraid.
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Entry #2:"Paige & Lauren"
So, my last poem, written in roughly 4 minutes, was nowhere near worthy of dissection, or, indeed, even mention. Thusly, I will resume my journals -
Entry #1:"Heartstopper"
I have decided, partially from a feeling of necessity, mostly due to a spark of inspiration from reading excerpts of Sylvia Plath's journals, the una -
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"Judith?"
"Brooke? What's up?" -
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Gina locked the door,trapping her and the shocked couple inside.Gina removed her expensive black jacket,revealing a handgun that had been concealed in her waistband. -
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I should not be writing this.These words should never be allowed to stain a sheet of paper.May God have mercy on me for what I am about to write.
My mind is a whirlpool of -
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