Lydia thought she had her life planned out with her boyfriend, Freddie. They had ordinary lives, ordinary jobs, and an ordinary, wonderful life together. But when tragedy strikes, Lydia must reevaluate her future and try to find some solace in a world without Freddie. Both tragic and ultimately uplifting, The Two Lives of Lydia Bird […]
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In Fort Myers, the weather doesn’t change much. Despite this, my grandmother will always tell you about the sun, how it chars your skin red as a valentine. How the birds, paying no mind to the humidity, will sing throughout the persistent Florida summers. How even the rain brings no sympathy from the heat. Every […]
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The following is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge. And she won’t. Stupid plane. Stupid ballet. Gigi, dead, because of them. Without a broken leg from dance… She would’ve been the survivor, not Rose Ridgeway. Teary-eyed, I mosey through Roman High. Apologies engulf me. Those we love never truly leave. Rose expresses “regret.” Deep down […]
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It’s not that you need to know, really—just that I need to say it to someone. I can’t think of the word for it, but we’re learning about it in AP Lang right now. Disconsolate. I have a hard time remembering the definition, but I don’t think that’s it. Whatever. It’s not like it’s a […]
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the long summer i wished would never end. you wondered if your clammy fingers could get away with brushing against mine, measuring the weight of my thighs, tangling your heartstrings with mine. because everything you did ended in tragedy. my dreams typed out in lowercase letters i was afraid of growing up so i sanded […]
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Do you know how often I still think of you? How many hours I’ve lost scrolling through the shrine of your Instagram; how I am an addict for the rewind of your stories. Do you know that when it’s late and I’m sad again I open your Facebook page, a reflex more natural than reaching […]
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The day after your death, the sun still surprisingly came up and shone down onto the cold and blue horizon. There were no loud noises, no yelling, no more crying, no shattering glass. Just silence and sunlight. Your body looked so still; muscles no longer singing, chest no longer rising and falling; your skin as […]
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Somewhere along the way, you lost your voice You remember it being made out of springtime lullabies and strong powerful marching songs. It was the way you expressed yourself. A defence mechanism in times of war. You used it against strangers and enemies and friends and family. To fight and unite and sing your sister […]
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I have started to write this poem too many times. I have never finished it. I peel a clementine, pull it into segments, savor its clean crisp citrus. It wasn’t quite ready to be eaten, but it tasted sweet anyway. I started to dial your number (1-800-MISS-YOU) more times than enough. I never pressed TALK, […]
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