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As a senior about to graduate from a small liberal arts school, I have a lot to occupy my time: homework, wedding plans, and last chances to hang out with friends. Throughout all of this, however, I still enjoy finding time to write.

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Religion & Spirituality > Meditation & Prayer Creating a prayer space: 1 of 18
Any person, regardless of their faith or religion, can benefit from having regular time in prayer. Prayer, to some, refers more to a time of silent reflection or meditation rather than to communication with a higher power. Whatever your prerogative, prayer has numerous benefits for the human soul, helping us to achieve calmne... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Pain in life: 5 of 62
Your wife sustained some serious injuries, Mr. Carter. We did everything possible, but we couldn't save her. I'm sorry.Countless heart-broken people have received these words from grave-faced ER doctors. At first they just stare back at you, going into shock. Then their eyes well up with tears. Some scream or shout while othe... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith in God: 15 of 146
I ama stitch in the fabric of time,existing only for the which I am allotted.I ama friend, a sister, a daughter,a teacher, a learner, a womanwho lives her lifeas best she maygrowing older, wiser, colderwith each passing year, month, day.I ama capsuleof thoughts and emotions,numb to the cries of the needy,trapped within the ga... More..
Hobbies & Games > Hobbies & Games (Other) Is gaming addiction a problem?: 11 of 61
The first step toward recovery is admitting you have a problem. This, unfortunately, poses a problem in itself. Many people who suffer from an addiction do not realize that they do, in fact, have a problem. Whether they grew up learning these behaviors or have practiced them for a long time on their own, this is what they kno... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection: 129 of 485
My mind is a caterpillar,scrunching and stretching,inching its way through life.I am so small compared to the thingswhich threaten to overcome me.I cleave to the twigs asthe rain falls down,rocking the branches to whichI cling desperately.I climb higher and higher,knowing I should butafraid to fall.Who will be there to catch ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Going back home: 6 of 21
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a sound? Whether or not the falling tree makes a sound is not the point. The more important detail to notice is that in spite of the fact that no one is around, the tree still falls. It doesn't care if there is a lumber jack around to yell "Timber... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 136 of 386
Happily Ever AfterEvery girl wants to be a princess,but not every boy is cut out to be prince,hard as he may try.Perhaps if they were, these tireless suitorswould inspire me to let down my golden locksrather than stay secluded in my tower,afraid that the slightest glanceor wrongly turned phrasemight spark their hopes and draw... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Working in a restaurant: 2 of 5
Serving in the Land of the Smiling Burger[1](Become a Waitress in Four Easy Steps) Anyone who has ever been a waitress knows that it isn't easy. You must be willing to work for atrocious pay trying to make annoying people happy. You must also be ready to enter into a sort of secret club; an organization ripe with rules and hi... More..
Relationships & Family > Love & Lust Soul mates: Do they really exist?: 82 of 170
The term "soul mate" is used rather loosely in today's society. In many cases it can be used jokingly, or perhaps in more serious terms. For example, I am dating a college junior (my age) and he has a brother who is two years younger. I have a sister who is one year younger than that and ever since my boyfriend and I started ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Frustration: 150 of 267
Circular MotionExplaining myself to you is like screaming at a blank wall.My words ricochet and fall to the floor,clinking like metal ringson the unscratched surface of your ideal.They leave no mark, no hintof their having been absorbed,no less heard,by your selective ears.I don't want to hurt you,but my patience is streaming... More..