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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: What kind of person are you

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Lately I have begun to think that no one can really know who they are, because no one can know every corner of their mind, and no one can remember who they used to be, and no one can tell who they will be in the future, and no one can see themselves as others see them. So I am a great unknown, a mystery, and my purpose in lif... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: How will death feel?

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Death. So mysterious. No one can tell us what death will feel like. Everything in this world is mortal. We will all die. That's been a fact of life since Adam and Eve sinned. So why do people say the end of life in this world is just the beginning? When I die, I wonder if my life will really flash before my eyes. Or will I ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Screams

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I walk alone Heart shattering Dreams fading Hope dying With every step I trudge onward toward Despair I can see it, on the horizon Despair is waiting, Calling my name Soon I will call it home. I gave up trying to turn around A long time ago Joy is far behind me Too far to reach And so I walk alone Towards desp... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dream of flying

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Perched up high Like a bird in its nest Preparing to take off Into the endless sky To jump and flap its wings Rise into the clouds That is what I want All I ever wanted To fly up and away Over land, over water Flying on past dusk Second star to the right Finally reaching Neverland I am ready to leave. Eyes squeezed shut, I im... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The water's edge

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My toes dip into the warm water and Tiny waves wet my feet. Feels good to be here, tonight I can just sit And unwind, just me and the water And the trees We are so close to each other, Water touching feet, water touching sand, and sand Touching trees. All tied together. And I know that this Was the right place to co... More..

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Desperation

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The pain hit a huge wave, rolling over her, again and again. She made a quick excuse to her family, got up from the table, and stumbled to her room. Collapsed on the bed. Cured into a ball. Whimpered; this all-consuming pain hurts so badly. She hates it, this pain that blacks out everything else, and rips her by the seams. It... More..

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