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It Started with Me & You

When I was young, I was friends with a neighborhood boy who liked the same things as me. Both of us were dirt poor, but it didn’t matter; as long as we had each other, there was always a make-believe adventure right around the corner. He grew up to be a star basketball player, and…

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Leave it on the Court

One came with sneakers that are new, one came with sneakers that are old. One boy’s face was happy, yet the other’s face was cold. If the first boy was a flower, standing tall and proud, the second boy was a predator, ready to rip it from the ground. Different views of life were seen—…

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A Jealous Witch Discovers Her Powers – Genevieve Trovato

Illustration Credit: Monica Rizzo In the small town called old Crimsonville, in Maine, there lived a beautiful young girl named Elvira Tempress. You might be wondering, what could be so interesting about this girl with a weird name? Well, she has a dark secret: she’s a witch. However, even she didn’t know this before our…

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The Bewildering Witches – Carlie Garner

It was the morning of Halloween. In a few hours, the streets of this small, suburban town will be crowded with a surplus of eager children in eccentric costumes. Brooke was ecstatic. She had her costume set out and ready. All she had to do was get the school day over with. It was the…

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A Ghost From His Past – Haylee Fischi

This isn’t the first time this story has been told, and it won’t be the last either. There is no stopping it. She can’t be stopped, and she’s coming for me, she’s coming for all of us.  It was October 31, 2004, at 3 AM. Jasper and Kierra, two young teenagers, were driving while dense…

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The Autumn Fairy by Kaden Williams

Image Credit: Hannah Anthony, ’25 Lexi and her Grandpa live on a lovely farm in a small town of Ohio. Each day, Lexi rises with a smile and greets the morning by brushing her long golden hair. This was a special morning. It was the day before Halloween, and Lexi loved Halloween. “Morning, Grandpa!” she…

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I Am From

I was from the city, from New York specifically. I was from the corner store around the time. (Light, gleaming it appeared illuminated.) I was on the edge, the only edge where a lot was expected from me as a child I remember this looking back. I was from a well raised home, From a…

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I Am From – Haylee Fischi

With gratitude toward George Ella Lyon I am from diaries, From unspoken words and unspoken thoughts. I am from a canvas And paintbrush strokes I am from the roses I have received. The grass where I’ve laid Feeling the earth’s connection on my back. I am from love and heartbreak From comfort and despair. I’m…

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I Am From – Genevieve Trovato

With gratitude toward George Ella Lyon I am from love From family dinners and boardgames I am from rowdiness From sarcasm and crying laughter Home cooked meals, bedtime stories, and muddy shoes I am from arguments Lonely nights and boring days Tears of happiness and hatred I am from compromise From mom’s house to dad’s…

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Where I’m From – Carlie Garner

With gratitude to George Ella Lyon I am from train exhaust, from overpriced ice cream and jaywalking. I am from coal in the fireplace and under my feet. (Black, glistening, It tasted like dirt and dust.) I am from whitetail deer, the deciduous oaks whose long-gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.…

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Two Flowers

You know that saying, “Roses are Red,” “Violets are Blue-“ Then people just put whatever sounds like a good saying? You know those two flowers in Minecraft? The Wither Rose and Cornflower? What if I was the Wither Rose, Black, And you were the Cornflower, Blue, And what if I could make everything die? Everything…

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A Man’s Choice

            About two years ago, there was a town called West Creek. In this town, people knew everyone else and it was like the whole town was in its own pocket. Within that town, there lived a boy and his family, his parents and little sister. Their lives were great and largely routine, with the…

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The King’s Sister’s Curse

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, lived a king and queen who were madly in love. They had two lovely children, a daughter and a son, who would both one day inherit the throne. However, one fateful day made them think that day would be coming a lot sooner than they…

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The Essence of Time

“There isn’t enough time in the day,” is a statement we all know and love. Well at least I used to. My mom would repeat this every time she was stressed, and it imprinted itself in my mind. I began to have the same habit. Any minor inconvenience encountered became a “time” problem, not a…

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Sunrise

I made it through the night again The sun begins to shine When you are next to me Everything feels fine Though it seems the world is falling apart I’ll still keep you in my heart Lately I’ve been feeling down But I’d turn that around Just for you. As long as you are here…

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Crump the Grump from Joyville

Once upon time there was an old tailor named Crump. Crump lived in a village called Joyville. He was born and raised there, and when his father and mother passed, he took over his father’s business. He was an older man, having just turned 63. He lived in Southwest Joyville, in the last cottage on…

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A Man’s Choice

About two years ago, there was a town called West Creek. In this town, everyone knew everyone. It was like the whole town was in its own pocket. Within that town, there lived a boy and his family. The boy lived with his parents and little sister. Their lives were great and largely routine, with…

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I feel like a flower

I grow and become beautiful and proud of myself, then I wilt, going back into sadness. The cycle continues. One day, I will stand proud and tall in the sun, but I will have to wait. I feel like a flower.

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My Meaning

For many years of my life, I despised my name. I thought it was too common and I yearned to be original. Whenever I met another person named McKenzie, I wanted to walk straight into a courtroom and get my name legally changed. Despite how common my name is though, it is always spelled wrong…

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As Days Pass

As days pass, I will likely have moments in my life when I feel hopeless. There will be times when I try to work myself to death instead of facing my problems. But when that time comes, at least I will have watermelons.

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Pill Better

A daughter must make a choice about what remains of her father after his death. To take the pills that reveal his feelings or not?

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