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Literature

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english class was her greatest enemy— or perhaps her greatest fear. she hated novels, but despised poetry even more. after all, you can't search wikipedia for the meaning behind that one raven and... what was it? a writing desk? and then, even if she remembered the words of that poem— there's only so much a search engine can find on its own.

All

308 deviations
Literature

will this be on the test?

english class was her greatest enemy— or perhaps her greatest fear. she hated novels, but despised poetry even more. after all, you can't search wikipedia for the meaning behind that one raven and... what was it? a writing desk? and then, even if she remembered the words of that poem— there's only so much a search engine can find on its own.

Featured

297 deviations
Literature

will this be on the test?

english class was her greatest enemy— or perhaps her greatest fear. she hated novels, but despised poetry even more. after all, you can't search wikipedia for the meaning behind that one raven and... what was it? a writing desk? and then, even if she remembered the words of that poem— there's only so much a search engine can find on its own.

Poetry

92 deviations
Literature

pay attention

a. she's not selfish, she tells me, as she slides a penny my way. a token of her gratitude, she says. b. it's dirty, not worth anyone's time but mine. it reminds me of her opinion of me -- also unworthy of people's time. c. the penny stays in my thoughts, as does she. selfish people and selfless people should go hand in hand, they say. d. i'm not sure where she went, but i hear she's happy. and since dimes are a dozen these days, i'd have paid a quarter to hear her say goodbye.

A Mess of Prose

60 deviations
Literature

And a Sixpence in her Shoe

Something Old. The first time we meet I am letting a cat out of my bag and you are skipping rocks and skipping school. At first glance I can tell you are broken, with your tired eyes and quivering smirk, and at second glance I realize you are beautiful. As the cat runs off, a black streak melting into an oil portrait of the woodsy lake, you notice me and tell me your name. In return I tell you a secret. Secrets, we soon find out, are the oldest tricks in the book. After we meet each other we find ourselves together time and time again. At the ice cream parlor, the Cineplex, and the animal rescue center. I am busy picking up more cats

Short Stories

13 deviations
Literature

Innocent Ignorance

Fire started; Reported, "Just for fun."

Short and Sweet

20 deviations
Literature

Epilogue

And here, dear readers, lies the conclusion. She liked to start at the end and go backwards, or else she would never finish what she started, for how does one know where to end something if they don't know where to begin? Pandora's box sat on her desk, waiting to be opened. And when she did, what she found wasn't evil or sin or even hope. It was a note, a yellowed piece of parchment. Create your own story, it read. So she did. She plucked words out of the sky, picking only the torn, broken ones. Then she sat down at her desk, pushed the box aside, and began to write.

100 Themes

99 deviations
Literature

Dear person who I may like

Dear person who interrupts my thoughts, No matter how hard I try, you're always on my mind. I love how you read out loud and say what you're doing as you're doing it, even though it's aggravating at times. I love how you can solve a Rubix cube in less than a minute, calling out, "Oh, oh! Look at this! I got this" as you rapidly spin the pieces into place. I love how you sometimes write backwards in your notebook. I love how witty your words are, how they don't make much sense, but in a way, they do. I love how you're always talking, making me grin and shake my head as I write. Love, The person who can't find a way to end this le

Non-Fiction

8 deviations
Literature

Emergency Radio

She whispers to the radio, "Are you there?" A crackle; some static. "Please, help me!" Silence. Her heart races. "Anyone?" A fizzle; muffled voices can be heard. She twists the knob and they become clear. "-two-for-one deal. Eat fresh!" She grins, wipes the sweat from her brow. Four days on her own, and finally, reception.

Scraps

9 deviations