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I suspect my childhood friend is a mind reader. He always knows what to say to me or what I'm thinking before I even think it. Like out in the hallway a few minutes ago. I was reading a poster for theater auditions when-

"You should stick with the yearbook." Collin had magically appeared beside me from the throng of students. He rested his arm on my

shoulder. I shoved him off.

"It's senior year. Let me do something fun. Something exciting!" I protested with glee.

Jasmine Kim, a notorious gossiper chuckled from beside me. I didn't like her. She chewed too loud and was flat-out mean. Her rudeness was often mistaken as sarcasm by everyone so she was a bit of a social butterfly. We bumped into each other f...

As I sat in the cold bus seat, my brother, as usual, ignored me. I couldn't help but wonder why we looked so different. Maybe I was adopted. Knowing you have someone to turn to when things go wrong is a strangely comforting thought. I often think about love and what it must feel like, but I can never quite put my finger on it. When she smiles, it's like my

whole body smiles with her. She's just a friend, but there could be something more there. Most of my conversations with my parents revolve around why algebra was invented; it's the only chance I get to talk with them aside from discussing school grades. I know what I must do to secure my future - eliminate any competition. Fewer distractions mean more chances...

I can't help but wonder how actors feel when they have to fake their lives just to please their fans. You know, pretending to be in love with the protagonist of their series; it all seems so fake. It's funny because all I ever wanted was to confess my feelings for the protagonist, but instead, I feel lost and confused. I'm the side character, or the backup,

always waiting in the wings. Sometimes when I'm stressed, I stare at random things, like these leather bus seats. The smooth greyish-brown texture, almost like an elephant's skin mixed with oil, reminds me of how I feel when I finish repairing my parents' car. When I started school, a girl asked me to sit beside her. She was so direct, with soft skin and big...

Starting a new school year is always exciting, but this year feels like a whole new world just waiting to be explored, like a video game with levels to conquer, each offering the chance to showcase courage, strength, and kindness. I'm determined to make the most of this opportunity; my story is pretty sweet, and girls fall for me. Watching their crushes

crumble and acting innocent makes it all the sweeter. I live by taking what I want and leaving the rest behind, but no one knows. I might have had a momentary crush but quickly shrugged it off; romance is for fools. My focus is solely on myself, and today, I want to keep track of everything; each girl I play with, where it all began, how I became so perfect, and...

Every story has a beginning, whether in a park or on the road. However, in my case, my story is complex and hard to understand. I never imagined that my experiences with someone named Aras would affect me so profoundly. Whenever I thought of Aras, I felt nothing but hatred. I couldn't shake off the anger, and it caused me to feel weak and powerless. It was

like a feather being crushed by passersby on a hot day, but my pain was even more severe. Everything started on the first day of high school orientation, which was a fresh start for me after struggling with my past. I was excited about making new friends and put all my effort into achieving this goal. However, I met someone who hurt me so profoundly that it s...

Chapter 1
The searing pain in her left arm was too much to handle. She dropped to her knees to the soft carpeted floor, her long red har falling in her face while clutching her left arm to her chest as tears ran down her face. Soon it was not just her left arm her whole body felt like it was on fire she felt as if she was burning alive. But just as soon as

the pain started it stopped sending a chill up her spine. She looked down to her arm to see a black tattoo-like image of the number 10 appear on her arm. It looked eerily similar to the number 4 on her other arm.

As soon as she regained her lost strength she got up from her knees still clutching her left arm to her chest and slowly walked down the hallwa...

They never let me speak in a place like this. Where the darkness of the world is hidden by white beams of light radiating off of the skin of those around me.
In a place where the sun is below and warms the air beneath our feet, and the air is full of fine dust and radiation. This place where the word "demon" is a sin.
"Zoni," my guardian calls. Her sharp

words pull my eyes towards her.
"Yes?"
"You've been summoned."
Upon the day of my eighteenth birthday, I am to be "fixed" so that I may never spread the genes of a demon in Utopia, if I make it that far. Today, my life is to be challenged, put up for a vote like a fattened cattle.
I nod and watch the soft swish of my guardian's feathered wings.
I follo...

Some call me crazy. And honestly? I don’t blame them.
Some call be cranky, a bad-tempered bat with a barrel-load of spite kept inside the boundaries of my heart. That is, if they thought I had one. Some would argue that I’m more aloof rather than mean—when they kiss my cheeks with warmth from their lips, they freeze from the unbearable

cold.
Others, they call be spiteful. A slut. A player who moves on from boy to boy.
But that’s not who I am. At least, not entirely.
I’m Maddie Johnson. Contrary to popular beliefs, I do have a heart, with which I will spin the golden straw for this story. What I am about to tell you will be unlike any other story you’ve known.
...

The tears of a child, the pain of a mother! A heart full of memories of a dead father! Here's so much sorrow, in every eye. Nothing but hurt left here, Nothing but bullets, pain, misery and shattered dreams …. Yet for the children of world only one equation counts: their shared humanity.

We will gather together as brothers, We will gather together as

brothers. and we will live in solidarity with others in this world, we are the thirsty souls of a world without divisions. If we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our children's birth right. Let's step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid and don't trust any immortalist. The dove will find a resting place!...

"I know you..." she says approaching the man sitting on one of the stools along the pub counter.
"You're wrong, we don't know each other...," he blurts out.
"I've seen you here other times..."
"That may be, but I've never seen you, okay?". He nudges her slightly as she's leaning into him, looking at him with eyes squeezed shut like a myopic's.
Somewhat

off balance, she passes her arms across her body, striking an awkward pose, as she says in a slurred voice affected by high alcohol intake.
"My name is Barbara, but you can call me Barbie, you know, like the doll..." She winks at him.
"You don't even look like a Barbie..." he thinks and lets out a giggle.
He tries to ignore her and sips his drink, but she ...

There was a time when that rain falling outside had been a threat. A reason to worry.
A fear that the poor houses on the outskirts would be flooded if the nearby stream overflowed, invading the houses with its dirty water, destroying the few modest belongings of its residents. 
Sitting comfortably in the living room, watching the rain through the large

window, with a drink in his hand, his thoughts travel back in time. It comes in his mind, the memory of her mother's suffering face, with early wrinkles, accentuated even more by the concern for the three children she was raising alone.
His alcoholic father had gone out one night and never come back. His body was found lying in the gutter. Over a long time...

Growing up in an Asian county seems quite hard. Well, this mostly depends on how each individual thinks about this. What about the teenage girls? How do they feel?
Most of the girls are taught not to fall for any guy at their sweet 16 till their graduation! On a positive note its good to focus on the carrier. But how can you help yourself if you are in

love at your 17.
Love? Or its just about behaving nice with one of her classmate! Ayat seems to be confuse about her feelings. How can she be sure that this is her true love? People in love always want to be together but she doesn't want to be in a relation right at this moment! So, is this attraction, infatuation or love?...

Growing up in an Asian county seems quite hard. Well, this mostly depends on how each individual thinks about this. What about the teenage girls? How do they feel?
Most of the girls are taught not to fall for any guy at their sweet 16 till their graduation! On a positive note its good to focus on the carrier. But how can you help yourself if you are in

love at your 17.
Love? Or its just about behaving nice with one of her classmate! Ayat seems to be confuse about her feelings. How can she be sure that this is her true love? People in love always want to be together but she doesn't want to be in a relation right at this moment! So, is this attraction, infatuation or love?...

Finding herself heartbroken, alone, and filled with questions, a woman ventured out to seek the remaining pieces of her heart, for her once seemingly long-lasting-almost-forever relationship came to an abrupt ending which left her questioning love and what it meant if it gave nothing but heartache in the process. She sought out love where she least would

think to find it, seeing as how she chose locations that were not her comfort zones to begin with. She began in search at a bar which only gave her drunken loves that left her sadder than she had been. Her next spot were raves that left her drained, for an energetic partner was too much for her introverted soul to handle, not to mention the constant loud music ...

Kiara Hart

Hi. My name is Kiara, and I’m 16. I live on Blood Rose Island, named for its native poisonous roses. This is part of my story… our family’s story, the part where I found out my mom was alive… and more.

This morning, I woke up feeling melancholy and miserable. I had always felt that way, since age 4. You see, my mother disappeared

when I was 4. The only thing I have left of her is the picture in my locket. As for my father, he works all the time. I literally almost never see him. At all. Growing up, my three older-by-a-minute siblings took care of me. Charlie, Alex, and Ari (short for Arianna) are a minute older than the other, Ari bIang the oldest. Charlie’s nex, then Alex, then me....

Gary the Hippopotamus was a friendly creature but one thing that really really really bothered him was dandelions. When the dandelions would pop up each spring, Gary would angrily march around the grass to stomp on and rip out all the dandelions. Even though Gary tried very hard to get rid of each one, those pesky dandelions always came back.
Gary would

get so upset over this one dandelion. It was the biggest and ugliest dandelion in the grass. This big one would never go away no matter how hard he tried. He stomped it 100 times a day and did this with the strongest amount of anger he could muster but it always grew back.
One bright summer day, Gary went out in the grass to begin his daily dandelion stompin...