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Margaret Bryan
Published February 13, 2016
“Pomegranate, apple, or bunch of grapes?" Mom asked, just asking out of sheer politeness, as she knew what the answer would be. "Pomegranate, please," her three daughters said in unison. Mrs. Loft sliced the brilliant...
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Rachel Cohen
Published February 13, 2016
It had to be the worst storm the town of Seaport, New Jersey had ever experienced. The rain struck the earth like pins piercing a pincushion, so keen and strong that there was only...
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Bethany Walker
Published February 13, 2016
Elizabeth and Alexandra stepped across the deep, jungle forest. Palm tree branches tilted slightly in a soft breeze. Palmettos fanned the humid air, and their deep, dark green leaves and sharp stems bent to one...
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Michelle Grifka
Published February 13, 2016
Lara flung the covers away with an arm and nearly fell out of bed in her rush to get to the clock, on the other side of the room. The piercing wail of the alarm...
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Niyousha Bastani
Published February 13, 2016
“Swim, Amelia, swim faster," Star screamed. My hands and feet moved faster and faster towards the ship but the pressure of water was pulling me deeper into the sea. I looked at the ship as...
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Sinnon Gonzalez
Published February 12, 2016
“Can we please do it again? Please?" My mother looked at me, dumbfounded. "No way," she replied. "When I saw you go upside down, I thought you were going to fall. You know how I...
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Sophia Pellegrino
Published February 11, 2016
On a cool, fall afternoon a young girl ran home from school. She pushed her straight, brown hair out of her eyes as she neared her house. She could not wait to tell her parents...
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Makayla Hentges
Published February 11, 2016
Shannon lifted her head and howled into the empty black sky. It was a sad, mournful song, shattering the cold silence. Slowly the old wolf dipped her muzzle to her toes in a sort of...
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Michael Scognamiglio
Published February 11, 2016
Someone’s trust can take years to gain, but only seconds to lose. Revving the motor of my best friend's dirt bike always gave me a thrill. Yet, nothing could compare to the feeling of zooming...
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Rosalie Stoner
Published February 11, 2016
“They're crazy!" shouted my father, bursting through the door and coming in for dinner. Mother, careworn and ever patient, calmly laid the bowls for supper. "Now, Jim," she said practically, filling our bowls with warm...
