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The Art Of War For Pre-Med Penguins, Elyza Genilo
The Art Of War For Pre-Med Penguins, Elyza Genilo
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Organismal Biology: Mon/Wed, 8am; General Chemistry I: Tues/Thurs, 8am; Bio Methodology & Research: Fri, 8am. Great, you think to yourself, all 8am classes from Monday-Friday, a 17 unit workload that also includes College Algebra and Statistics for Health Sciences. This is what your college days will be like for the next four years as a pre-med student. How do you think you will survive? ~excerpt from prose
An Open Letter To All The Adam Carolla's, Adrienne Formentos
An Open Letter To All The Adam Carolla's, Adrienne Formentos
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So. I want to say I expected better, but in fact, I'm not at all surprised by your total ignorance and racism.
The first time I heard about your tirade about Manny Pacquiao's illiteracy, prayers to "chicken bones," and the Philippine's reputation for sex tourism I found myself caught in a bit of struggle. You see, as a Filipino-American woman I was not at all shocked to find you think little of my motherland and its hero. ~excerpt from short story
Let's Get One Thing Straight, Tyler Birss
Let's Get One Thing Straight, Tyler Birss
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The feeling was far from pleasant. Once my friend’s colossal head collided with my face, I knew that I had broken my nose. Blood immediately drenched my large white tee and trickled down and onto the blacktop. I looked as if I had just fought Mike Tyson in a boxing match during the prime of his career. I slowly stumbled to the athletic trainer’s room with my bud in hopes of receiving some treatment. No one was there. ~excerpt from short story
People Watching Ii, Phillipa Armes
People Watching Ii, Phillipa Armes
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I wonder if they knew they were neighbors.
I would never have known had I not followed them to their doorsteps. I would never have guessed that these two seemingly average men happened to live next door to each other in their million dollar houses. I would never suspect such a coincidence. Was it coincidence?
But maybe I should learn to expect the unexpected, be it cliché or not. ~excerpt from short story
Tongue Twisting Word Listing, Alex Ward
Tongue Twisting Word Listing, Alex Ward
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I’m Tall like Bunyan, Pierce, and Gasol,
I’m white like Wall, but my names not Paul,
unfortunate fortune tellers break their crystal ball,
Peter Piper picked a patch, cabbage patch doll,
wicked wizardry words slippery like lotion ~excerpt from poem
The Gladiatrix, Heather Soderquist
The Gladiatrix, Heather Soderquist
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Birth me mother, please, in silence
For I’ll know no tranquil world.
Only then will life be peaceful
For I’m a rebel girl. ~excerpt from poem
Sir Gerstle's Fowl Lament, Vicki Thomson
Sir Gerstle's Fowl Lament, Vicki Thomson
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Do you hear gobbles from a haunted voice?
Feather cape, swan-like neck, on stage no more-
I, Sir Gerstle, gallant turkey, hero,
Swashbuckling star of street studded drama,
Deceased. Thespian whose sharp crimson beak
And golden feet, leaped, fencing and dashing,
Darting between moving cars, trucks, and bikes
Earning their wrath while I gave you a laugh,
Aviary Aristophanes –gone. ~excerpt from poem
Background, Eugene Rinehart
Background, Eugene Rinehart
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Dad stands in the back aisle
And smiles
I know, he prefers it that way
To being up front and
Not having a good time. ~excerpt from poem
Unfolding, Julie Muskat
Unfolding, Julie Muskat
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All the beauty in the world is contained in a grain of sand.
Once a rock, a shell, a bone
Tumbled by history
Tossed through the sea
Atoms traveling, changing, constantly evolving
Forever creating
New forms ~excerpt from poem
Haitian Bitch, Sukey Lewis
Haitian Bitch, Sukey Lewis
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Destruction of my substructure by stressed plates,
Some voo-doo curse laid it on—deconstructing my
Already worn-out, washed-up, ruined heap some called infrastructure.
Why? Too much bad blood, buried bones.
Lost babies, lost mamas, lost—
Nothing new, but nasty all the same. ~excerpt from poem
And On The 7.0 Day, He Rested, Janelle Harris
And On The 7.0 Day, He Rested, Janelle Harris
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The ground merely twitched at first.
A slight hiccup really.
I thought I had tripped,
Lost equilibrium for just a moment.
The ground bellowed next.
A roar really. ~excerpt from poem
The Harbor, Stephen Dalton
The Harbor, Stephen Dalton
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I’ve slid across the bow,
slick with settling mist,
and dropped through the hatch
into the bunk below. ~excerpt from poem
With Death's Cousin, Pastor Bejinez
With Death's Cousin, Pastor Bejinez
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I see her blood relation to death, in the wrinkles of her forehead,
Yet, I want her.
Her heavy breath, lingers out, over her damp lips
And E
C
H
O
E
S
A soft invitation, through my mind.
She slowly pulls me, closer to her smooth, magazine face
With her hypnotic, inhaled breath, full of mystery. ~excerpt from poem
Another's Plate, Pastor Bejinez
Another's Plate, Pastor Bejinez
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She’s the mother of four
Chirping and screaming
Children.
None are his own
Though he wishes
They were. ~excerpt from poem
Nicole4, Nicole Jackson
Nicole6, Nicole Jackson
Nicole8, Nicole Jackson
Nate1, Nathaniel Ancheta
Nate4, Nathaniel Ancheta
Nate7, Nathaniel Ancheta
Zach1, Zach Moneypenny
Zach3, Zach Moneypenny
Zach4, Zach Moneypenny
Untitled, Lauren Rigor
Jhoy, Marion Sarte
Princess, Marion Sarte
Immigration Told Through Cuisine, Melissa Hughs
Immigration Told Through Cuisine, Melissa Hughs
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The Fortune Cookie Chronicles by Jennifer 8. Lee is a wonderful, well researched book. Lee, the daughter immigrants from China and a speaker of fluent Mandarin, began this book as a research study into the lives of people who won lotteries based on numbers found in fortune cookies. What the project turned into was a discovery of herself and her culture. Lee, whose middle initial means prosperity in Chinese, combines historical facts and the stories of immigrants, along with her experiences as the daughter of immigrants, in order tell the story of Chinese food. ~excerpt from prose
Being Blond, Audrey Curtis
Being Blond, Audrey Curtis
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The vast majority of people have hair, and, however they choose to cut, color, or style it, it's always there, on top of their head (and frequently hanging off onto the sides). For me, my hair is always present in a much more vividly apparent way than is true of most people, for I am blond. ~excerpt from short story
Outskirts Of Berlin, November 18, 1949, Jackson Wayne
Outskirts Of Berlin, November 18, 1949, Jackson Wayne
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Were almost there, sir”, said the young uniformed driver. There was not much to say from the man in the back of the jeep. He was very quiet with and had aviator’s shades covering his eyes. Unlike the driver, the man in the back did not have on an army uniform or even look presentable or even dressed for the weather. Only a Hawaiian aloha print shirt and khaki slacks barely seemed to shield him from the cruel winter breeze. As they came upon their destination the driver reached over to give the man a green field jacket. ~excerpt from …
When It Becomes His Gun, Jennie Lillard
When It Becomes His Gun, Jennie Lillard
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It’s not dead. Ok. Ok. Dad says: If the bird’s not dead, be ready with another shell if it decides to
take to the air. If I can get to it, put the bird on the ground, and smash it--smash it right on the neck--with
the butt of the gun. ~excerpt from short story