A Tale Of Two Maids

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Image Credit: Jessica F., Bradford, MA The author's comments: This was a satirical essay for school. Once upon a time a young, orphaned woman was enslaved by her evil step-mother and step-sisters. She cheerfully began everyday by waking up in a bed of straw with a golden nimbus around her and a halo above her head. Singing a song with her mice...

Failing

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Image Credit: Lynne C., Adrian, MI The author's comments: Second edit, after I saw Thor 2 and had to modify my plot. Plus, it was a little sloppy in places. I was going to change the title, but I decided not to, 'cause I was afraid I would confuse people. Including myself. Merry Christmas! Consciousness? Never heard of it. Pain? Yes. I?m actu...

The Reaping

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Image Credit: Jacqueline T., Flowermound, TX The author's comments: This is a Hunger Games fan-fiction piece. It's one of the reapings before Katniss's. People tell me that I look beautiful today, but I can only smile shakily in reply. My hair is fastened in an elegant bun, and I wear my best dress, but I hate fancy clothes. Whenever I wear a...

Snow White

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Many, many years ago I had a daughter esentially she was my stepdaughter. When you looked at her you could see the bright sunshine on her face and her skin was translucent so you could see her veins under her skin. I was very jealous of her but now, altough I say that she is beautiful, I don?t like her. She was my stepdaughter and she was beautiful...

waiting for the morning sun

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Image Credit: Olivia E., Alto, MI The author's comments: originally posted at:?http://swanfrcst.tumblr.com/post/150932100637 Leaning into the bar counter, Mai watches the man next to her take a low drag of his cigarette, smoke curling around the edges of his fingers. He is tapping at his drink, blowing out a stream of gray into the musty night...

Belaja Smert

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Image Credit: Steve S., Marblehead, MA ? ? ?Stalin has been paranoid. What a surprise. ???? This time, he?s been worrying about Finland. He?s been worrying that they?re planning to invade Leningrad, since they?re so close to it. He came up with a ?brilliant? plan: to demand the Finns to hand over large swathes of their land, to form a demilitarized...

Phantom of the Opera Phantom's P.O.V.: Part 2

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Image Credit: Francesca Y., Robbinsdale, MN The author's comments: Part 2 of phantom of the opera phantom's pov Slowly, I row my gondola into the chamber through the cover of mist. The candelabras cast a warm glow unto my shadowy blood red satin and rustic gold surroundings. Breathing heavily I turn my gaze back to Christine. She sits, her lon...

-Fate-

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Image Credit: Jason B., Colorado Springs, CO While the dragon ascended to the top of the monument, I took in my surroundings. The ocean of writhing tentacles below represented the vast, ominous landscape. My mind churned at the thought of falling thousands of feet into the mass. I would be imprisoned; the continent?s last savior would be gone. The...

Confessions of a Vulcan

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Image Credit: Allison H., Vancouver, WA Your arguments are devoid of logic, your syllogisms invalid and premises untrue, examples clash, like cymbals just as noisy and unreasonable as your entire race, chaotic like the lights we flash past, unfathomable as the depths of space we plumb, ever deeper into the dark. It is utterly illogical and yet, I f...

Wretched and Divine

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Image Credit: Grace K., Port Washington, NY It was never cold in California. It never was. California was always sunny; a balmy 80 degrees. Everyone knew that the weather hardly changed. It was sun after sun after sun. Except for a few thunderstorms that swept through the state. Those were only a few times a year. Everyone was used to it. When t...