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September Glowing, laughing, living, breathing. Beneath the falling autumn leaves I walk and just think. I think about how wonderful life is. Because it's great. October There's a new kid in school but everybody picks on him. I don't know what to do because I myself have never been picked on.     So, after much contemplation, I stand forward and say, 'Hey. Stop that.' November After having defended the new boy I now know how it feels to be bullied. Only no one comes to my rescue. That other boy left weeks ago.    But the abuse is just verbal. I can cope with verbal. December Once it was verbal, however now it is not. But they only batter m...

Day 3 The desert ahead of me seems to go on for miles.  My trek has just begun.  My footsteps have a sort of rhythm as I walk among the dunes.  I push on and on in this endless heat, this endless sand.  This quest Matthias has ordered of me and six other village youths can do us no good, but to the world it is the difference between life and death.  I  have accepted that I am will most likely not make it out of this with my life, but at least I can do the best for Trya, my sister.  I can hear her voice, when I try, saying, "Bria, whatever you do, come home."  I will, Trya, I think, I will. Time passes quicker each day, and if I cannot make...

I remember when you left me. * "Please," I whispered, my lips soft against your ear, "Don't go..." At that point you pulled away, "But I have to. You know I have to, it's not my wish. It's the government's, I have to fight in this war." "Run away, and come back to me," I said, pleading with you. "I can't," was your reply, "They'll hate me if I do. There are rumours that the punishment for running away is – " Quickly, I placed my finger on your lips, "Don't say the word." "Then I won't." We kissed. Together, awkward hand in awkward hand, we walked down to the train station. There, waving my old, threadbare scarf, I bid you farewell. * You ...

One, two, three... I was counting the rain drops that fell on my white sneakers. I quick jerk of my arm told me Mia was getting impatient. She sat all small and perfect on the edge of the side walk looking at me with her deep brown eyes, begging to go on."Fine." I groaned and continued down the rain soaked sidewalk. Mia trotted next to me at the end of her leash, happy to be returning home. As we walked her ears would perk to the slightest noise-a bird's fluttering wings, a bunny hopping home. Something seem to have interested her so much she stopped in mid-walk."Mia," I protested and tugged her leash, she didn't move. Mia continued to st...

Insert something meaningful here. Something which will cause your eyes to brim with tears, something that'll tug at the corners of your mouth until – at last – you smile.          Conjure up, in your empty mind, thousands of words. Short words, long words, complicated words and mished-mashed-rhyming-slang words. Try to find words that make you want to jump for joy, grab those short sentences that describe his shining teeth perfectly, or those which capture the essence of her round eyes like a photograph.           In this paragraph, if you will, place something original. Something groundbreaking. Write here, for yourself, something heart w...

I think that you're.... Really stupid when you're drunk, In fact, you're really stupid when you're sober too. I like the way you smile at me, Yeah Even that evil grin that only ever tugs at your lips when You're going to poke me Or pinch me Or tease me. But to be honest I think that's all rather sweet of you. I even like it when you cry because it proves that               B                 E                    N                        E                            A                                 T                                     H All your scathing sarcasm and dry wit you're Human, too. And that is all why I love you. I think that......

In the deepest part of the forest, loners converged upon one place.  It is where the sun barely etched its way through the trees and a single stream twisted endlessly into the distance.  They converged to gloat and recite news of the areas where they had wandered and sights they had seen.  Some brought shiny rocks or herbs that didn't grow around the area.  But never did they meet very long or often, their personalities couldn't keep them together for a great amount of time.  Though some traveled in small groups for protection, even they got uncomfortable in large numbers.   But even though it was a ragtag formation, they had a leader who ...

When Venice got up for school and got to her bathroom she looked in the mirror her long red hair hung to her waste, her brown eyes with black bags around them, from so many sleepless nights "Venice" her aunt called up the stairs. Her aunt had taken her and her two sisters in when there mom had joined the army ten years ago "Venice, breakfast" her aunt Alice called up the stares "coming" Venice called back when she got to the kitchen her sister Ashley was sitting at the kitchen table eating pancakes. when she got to the table there was a stack of pancakes waiting for her. Her aunt loved to cook. every morning she made them breakfast "what a...