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I am 18 years old and am attending East Carolina University for a major in Psychology.

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Facing death: 5 of 214
A long casket it was too, what a very long box, cool to the touch, cool to the eyes, cool in every way but thought. An immense, drowning feeling of sorrow was in my being, the core is grounded, much like a bird clipped of it's wings. What agony cascades upon the very lifeless soul within my very mind as I look down upon the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspired by music: 7 of 55
Raise yourself, raise yourself common lyric bird. Raise yourself high, higher to nature's perfect standard. There lies a beauty never lost, tied in history, bound by nature, comparable to simplistic awe within complexity of the human creationing. The commonality of your birdlike existence, written in one wisp of emotional, s... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Time: 6 of 39
Time Imagine a world of white, only white. The ground is one texture: a tough, cement-like ground, with no variation, save the granule ongoing. Let your camera cast it's gaze around, in circular motion, and see the addition of all colors form the sight of the blind. An hour glass appears before you as you make the last stret... More..
Sports & Recreation > Basketball Coaching & Skills Tips on improving your basketball game: 2 of 13
You've got to wonder how professional players do it, day in and day out, non-stop and with such tremendous skill. The skill especially, I know I've wondered countless times, and that thought has always invited me to an essence of curiosity which has in turn allowed me to experiment and research exactly how these professional... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Historical fiction: 21 of 40
A nude man took to the streets as a group of guards chased him from the crowd of passers by. The man, white beard and skinny white limbs and torso, went stumbling down the steep and narrow street, frantic for his life and making the most effort he could with a gash in his upper right thigh. Bloodied and sporting a swollen le... More..
Education > Educational Philosophy Personal philosophies of education: 85 of 149
"Good grades, that's my philosophy, try your hardest to try to get the best grades possible." Hold up! Not true, as a matter of fact, I find that grades don't matter in the least, not even in the same realm as good education. Grades are a simple way of distinguishing hard working and naturally gifted to lazy and rugged in le... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Thoughts on God Can God exist: 15 of 26
In response to God's existence Take I: The known God is non existent. I have made up my mind, after very much deliberation. I tell you, the reader, this because it is important that you understand that this conclusion was made after months of deliberation. I say this boldly and confidently, not because I wish to end senses o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding yourself: 155 of 255
I. I will die loving you, I will die loving you, Irresistible loyalty fogging the mind, Ingenious simplicity holding you snug to my body, Impassable bind holding me to you and you to me, Independent Truth between us lies. I will die loving you, I will die loving you, Impoverished others will live their lives unfulfilled, but... More..
Arts & Humanities > Awareness & Reality Rationalism of knowledge: 10 of 13
Look through the beer bottle Standing, staring, and for once realizing. An unending struggle to understand, one way or another, back and forth, an external war of mind verses mind, body smashing body. A conflict in which internal mindful structure stands weak and desolate among a constant oceanic battering of external though... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Murder: 153 of 194
A female with a height of around 5'10" stepped out of a shadowy closet, her long hair resting easily on her comparably frail shoulders. A shade of red could be seen in the ensemble of hair as she quickly and quietly passed by the now closed closet door into the hallway. The new wooden floors made little noise under her size ... More..