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Seconds slowly slip through fingers Time ticks by, it’s lost forever Blood has spilt and still it lingers Seconds slowly slip through fingers Tomorrow is our last endeavor Seconds slowly slip through fingers Time ticks by, it’s lost forever Photo by Heather Zabriskie
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Hey you, Mom in the yoga pants with her hair pulled back in the perfect messy bun, baby strapped securely to your chest in her Ergo while you sip your PSL. You’re perusing those clearance racks because you needed to get out of the house. That’s me, too. “How can I help you, Ma’am?” the…
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The cool air pressed firmly against her skin between the layers of warm cotton. Despite the mountain’s familiarity, her teeth still clanked together from more than just the cold. “I can do this,” she said. Exhaling, she watched her breath form a tiny cloud in front of her face. She pulled her Burton mittens farther onto her hands and…
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My thirty-fifth birthday is around the corner and it has me wondering all kinds of strange almost-middle-aged things. Such as, where do I get Botox for my crow’s feet? Or why won’t those extra pounds come off like they used too? And, why am I so freaking tired all the time? Some days I feel…
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Whether it’s your child’s first day of Kindergarten, or last day of high school, we’ve been there and we know how scary it can be. We also know everything will be fine, right? Tell her to keep her head high, follow this advice and sky’s the limit: Tell Her to be Brave Tell her not to…
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I quickly and quietly shut the door, sit on the porcelain seat, and gather my wad of white paper. I exhale loudly and shrug my shoulders, trying to relax because a moment of silence is worth more than gold in my house. But instead of relaxing and doing what I came here to do, I…
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Below is my entry for the second round of the Yeah Write Super Challenge. In the essay, I had to write a persuasive essay answering the question, “Do you find value in playing video games?” I made it to round three – hooray! And in case you wanted to read it, here is my round one essay.…
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Ink is silent, without wording. Thoughts on tongues which cannot wag. Gears are stuck, no longer turning. Flowing words have caught a snag. Eyes are glazed, and minds are searching. Visions have been choked and gagged. Photo courtesy of Florian Klaur
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Photo courtesy of Ryan Moreno Nature dances its ballet. Rolling mountains touch the sky, In this place, my getaway. Blades of green grass gently sway. Pollen twirls from low to high. Nature dances its ballet. In the creek, the water plays. Crickets sing a lullaby In this place, my getaway. Lightning bugs…
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This morning I woke up early and turned on my laptop to find yet another fatal shooting here on our soil. What the hell is going on right now? What is becoming of our land, our people? It’s devastating to see us murder each other so easily. We are playing God. We think we can…
Danielle Dayney 
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