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Under the shell's lies the ground, the freezing, cold, hard ground. It was a nice fall day, the time was about 5 pm in the afternoon.I was at the gun range shooting my dad’s guns when I noticed there was a lot of gun shells on the ground, I then took one of the gun shells to my elementary school (Matoaca Elementary School) So after a while my dad was called because i brought a weapon to school when he got there he took the referral and ripped it up in the assistant principal’s face angrily.

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Destiny Hunter
The day she caught on fire her life changed. Clothes burned and melted tightly to her wounded pale skin. The strong flesh burning smell intoxicating and filling the air. Her incessant screaming pierced the ears of everyone around her, it left streaming tears running down everyone's face, and as for her the tears burned as it ran down hers. She’ll never forget this moment as they lifted her from the seat with her skin melting and molting into the seat.  Everyone stared in disbelief; she was still alive. Police held their tears in showing bravery, but all of them together couldn’t top her strength.

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My rights were taken from me, why did I go that way to begin with? Everyone says, “It’s not your fault, he can’t hurt you anymore” but, can he? I should’ve asked for a ride home, mama said the streets weren’t safe. It was horrifyingly frigid that night, why did I wear that visible crop top and that short skirt? Ugh! All of those pitiful side eyes, I felt so out of place! Walking into that cold investigation room, pinpointing the man who snatched my innocence that dreadful night. Stripping me down of my happiness, and my childhood. Forever weeping.

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Under the Shells

When I went over the top, bullets started zooming all around me. I tripped over the ragged corpses. Surrounding me were bodies of the fallen who had crossed over. BOOM. BANG. POW. In a foxhole I laid, under the bodies. Under the cloudy sky I stood, as I witnessed The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit carrying my soul away. Under the shells I laid. Hopeless and helpless. Will this nightmare ever end. I know I will never see the sun rise again. The shells have made my end. I tightly close my eyes. Waiting for eternal rest.

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Naked
As I look up in the tree, and saw eyes looking back at me. My heart froze like a ice cube. Her eyes was like shiny marbles gazing down on me. She was left alone caring for herself with no clothing. Exposed. The skin on her was darker than a shadow in the moonlight. Her mother have gone off looking for something to eat. As I looked to see a elongated, legless reptile. It was snake trying to climb up the tree to get the baby. But just in time the mother flew in and took the baby bird away.

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Naked

I tread in the dark pitch black alley as the gloomy street lights peered over me. I stepped over puddles full of pain and gazed  over my shoulder when I sensed  a presence behind me. My senses stood correctly when I saw a somber silhouette.

Swoosh!

The wind whirled in my ears as I dashed farther into the murky night. My heart thumping in my chest as my anxiety began to kick in.  Echoes of my shoes plunking on the hard pavement and my shallow breathing rung in the dark night. I stop running when I felt I ran an extensive distance. I turned my head left then right and the somber silhouette disappeared out of my sight. A sigh of relief escaped from my mouth and I continued to walked.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“You dropped  your headphones.”  A young teenage boy said as he stuck the headphones out for me to take.

“I’m  so sorry; thanks.” I embarrassedly apologized as I took the earbuds out of his hand.

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Naked
Suddenly everything went black. Body shaking in the cold night , crickets singing , wind dancing , don't know what has happened. The burning smell startled me , as i open my eyes into the foggy dark night. I see my friends car flipped over , don't know if she is alive or not. As walk over to the vehicle limping , i peep her hand burned up like a hot dog that has been left on the grill to long. Now i hear sirens and see flashing blue and red lights , scared out of my mind. Help has arrived for us and now we're safe.

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Anthony

It was just another day in the streets where i used to live up north Second ¨Family¨ ¨brothers¨ and i  robbed some Jamaicans they sped down our block and started to shoot at ¨my brothers¨ and I. We was running through the cuts and alleyways to get away, once we got away we went back to the trap grabbed our guns and drove around their way and shot back n ¨my brother¨ lamar ran the cut behind their house and he got shot in the face with a 12 gauge with magnum shots and now his soul (RIP).¨BIG BRO¨

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Under The Shells
It was a warm, brisk, sunny morning at the beach in the midst of summer. I was walking the beach letting the warm and breezy air hit my face as I was enjoying the bright and sunny sunrise.

I was on the beach early in the morning looking for exotic seashells for my unique and eccentric seashell collecting that was  at my water front house. All of a sudden I spotted a unique and eccentric seashell. On the bottom of the shell color of It was bright yellowish-orange with Pinkish pearlescent whenever the sun's rays would bounce off of it.

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Under the Shells

I was walking home from the corner store it was night time, and I was in a rush to get home. I kept looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was following me home. After a couple more blocks I see headlights from a car behind me, the car was traveling oddly slow. I picked my pace in my walk, the car started quickly picking up speed so I started running as fast as I can. The car caught up to me and I turned around and heard loud pops and started feeling sharp pains all over my body. My blood and bullet shells all lying in one area, I couldn’t breathe.

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Under The Shells

It was a cold, windy, winter day and the tree stand was calling my name. I hustle quietly, not making a sound to get my hunting gear. I grasp my browning semi automatic 12 gauge. I was immediately shocked at how cold the stock and barrel was. I reach over the wooden gun cabinet to get the shotgun shells that were trapped in a box. I hurry and grab my orange hat to make my way to the tree stand. As i get 20 yards from the house i see my trophy buck. I acted with No hesitation. Bang!

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Naked
Cold, it's just cold. I can’t really see, but i see  bodies all over the place. Looking down at my body i see nothing but skin. Wondering to myself “why am i the only one naked?”all of a sudden i see lights turn on hitting my face. The  light hits my eyes so i squint to see a theater full of people looking and laughing at me. My face gets cold. running off the stage, all of a sudden I run into a cliff. I close my eyes and jump. I open my eyes and i’m in my bed.

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Naked
Screaming while blood is forming a puddle around me. Blades cutting around my favorite outfit, blue, white, and red lights filling the night sky. A very large man above me slices through my favorite thick winter outfit. Freezing completely naked. I hear someone speaking to me, “Mam can you tell me your name?” She ask kind voice. “My name is Brittany” I answer. “Okay Brittany can you breathe?” She says. “Hardly can you help quick” I respond quickly . I was lifted onto a backboard and taken into an ambulance where it was so bright i couldn’t open my eyes.

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Naked

Body art sculptures with men and women undressed. Men's genitals all out and womens boobs showing holding a baby. Art wear you draw people undressed doing a pose. Some say the body is a art and that's ok to put it in the museums. People can be childish about the art of body or people are mature enough to handle it. It may make others uncomfortable. In my opinion children ten below showed not look at body art sculptures or the draws ,because it is not appropriate for their age to see. It is not good for their healt

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There's a girl who you left your mark on, a girl who left you a year ago and still thinks of you everyday. She doesn't miss you, she doesn't want you but she's drawn to you. Her life is great now, she is genuinely happy, that's something you never gave her. Love, she loves her boyfriend but he doesn't understand the truth. He doesn't know that inside she is going crazy about you. You have moved on now and you're happy and so is she but you impacted her, and because of you she choses to stay under her shell.

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Bubblegum ransom
It was a nice spring day here in New York City, The fish smelling air hit you like a gym dudes B.O. Me and my Mates head to the head honcho or the don as we like to call him and he told us to steal every little rat’s bubblegum and give to the don for a slice of New York Sicilian pizza. so me and the fisher family gang  shot every little rat with pies and stole their bubblegum  and we handed them to the don and he gave us that cheesy, gooey , crisp Sicilian pizza and we spread everywhere in New York

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Naked
The spotlight was on me, bright and unfaltering.  I was at a loss for words, my mouth dry and hands shaking. Clearing my throat to signal I was ready, I introduced myself. My voice started loud and clear, but quickly devolved into quieter mumbling. Trying my best not to cry, I cleared my throat again and wiped my sweaty palms against my jeans. With all eyes on me; It felt like it would never end. I quickly glanced at the stopwatch, only 30 seconds more and I was done. Summarizing my presentation, I shakily stepped back to my seat.

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Naked
Sitting, bleeding, emotionless. There’s nowhere for me to go, nowhere for me to hide. He doesn’t know the effect he has on me. My mind wiped clean of every positive thought I have ever had about myself, but does that matter right now? No. I sit there expecting more strikes to the face, neck, or arms, but none reach me. Is there something in the way, or can I just not feel them? I can’t open my eyes. I loved him. He was the one. He has stripped me of my dignity, self-love,my life and my will to live.

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Under the Shells
After the loud bang that everyone heard, they turned to watch as if it was calling their name. All members stopped what they were doing immediately, holding their weapons by their sides on safety. They all knew that it was a perfect shot. The beautiful noise that the shotgun made and hurdling through the air, right to the bullseye where the bullets lay. Everyone congratulated and wished that shot was theirs. Now they try to make the perfect shot as well while my target now hangs on the wall with pride. I walk away and hear all the shots fire.

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Naked
I awoke in a strange room, all I could see were walls and a door, blood everywhere. I looked down to see that my clothes had been taken. The fear started to roll over my mind as I struggle to break free of the bandages holding me. I heard a voice over an intercom, a deep raspy voice saying “welcome,” this was when I knew I would die alone and naked. The door to the left of me opened up and a man walked in holding a knife and I screamed. The man walked up to me and I quickly ripped off the headset realizing it was just a game.

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Under the Shells
There were many different sea shells covering the beach, each one slightly different, some swirled and twisted, while others were smooth or striped. They crunched and rattled against each other as the waves crashed upon them. They shatter and crack under the feet of little children looking for the best ones to add to their diverse collections. They pick out the perfectly smooth, swirled, and striped ones leaving behind the broken, cracked or plain behind. Once they have collected them all, they run home to show them off, however they take away the wonder of what lies beneath the shells.

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Under the Shells

It was a bright sunny morning and I was walking with my toes in the sand. Ahead, I looked and I saw some beautiful, multi-colored, various shaped shells. There was one that stood out more than others. Under that shell I looked. You would not believe what I saw. A tunnel that seemed so small, but I could fit. Once I was inside it was much larger. I could see all aound me beautiful rocks, waterfalls, and rainbows. I've never seen something so beautiful. As I left I hid it so I could have this safe haven all to myself.

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Under the Shells

Lead rained down on him harder than the worst storm he’d ever seen. Smoke made the air so thick he could barely breathe. He hid behind his cover, terrified. He couldn’t think about why he was fighting, the only words he could muster were disjointed Metallica lyrics. As they closed in, he yelled the only thing he could think of, “Master of puppets i pull your string!” He felt unparalleled relief when he heard “Hey, this commie knows Metallica!” Ji-hu was so happy he bought that smuggled CD long ago. Thanks Metallica, you saved a North Korean.

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Under the Shell
One cold gloomy morning Sam woke up nervous and shaking.  Sam had thought that he could have seen something more gruesome than what he had seen the day before.  There he was pale and lifeless.  Under the shell  was a leaf and Snappy the turtle when Sam lifted the shell he saw a leaf covering the belly down turtle.  He had saw his one and only pet turtle Snappy shell less and torn apart.  Sam broke down in tears terrified of what he had seen that day.  Later that day Sam had a burial site for Snappy saying his goodbyes.

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Under the Shells

Crash! The sounds of the waves soothe me. I come here to clear my head. It’s peaceful and quiet. The coarse sand and crystal clear ocean water beneath my feet wash away the doubt I have within myself. Suddenly, I feel something hard yet smooth. I lift my soft pink skirt to reveal what I’ve stumbled upon and I see shells. Some are vibrant and some are dull and it makes me think of life. Sometimes life can be vibrant and sometimes it can be dull. It will be alright.

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Naked
Last night Under the covers laid a girl named Trisha being exposed to the world. Before this night the lonely girl was chillin at a bar drinking,eating, and talking to random people. Suddenly, her night ended quickly when she wandered off with some guy named Bob, she met Bob at the bar. Trisha was dressed up in a long blue skirt that went down barely past the knees, had a pair of black shoes on and had blond hair. Bob was dressed up in all black but a pair of white shoes. Bob had his way and left her.

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Naked
She stood wiping away the guck of the day. Smearing her precisely drawn wings off her eyes. Removing the makeup that's been suffocating her pores.  Next, she peels her fake eyelashes off with a satisfied groan. Wiping off her brightly colored lips, but the stain of the ferocious pink color remains. After she's done removing the war paint she smears on her face everyday to face the world, she looks in the mirror with tears streaming down her face. Wondering how anyone could ever love her naked face. She ponders how anyone could love her, if she doesn't love herself.

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Naked
She woke up in a stranger's bed . No clothes on her body , scars on her face , a mark on her eye  , she remembered last night walking home from a party and someone picking her up and touching her in places she didn’t want to be , screaming for help but no one  came to help . All she could see was black . She heard footsteps as someone was coming down the hall , she heard a creak from the old door opening , then she hear the steps get closer , and closer . Then she saw all the bright colors in the room as a older man in his late 40’s took off a face mask on her eyes .

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Under the Shells

I ducked down while the bullet shells were flying over my head. The noise of the bangs were loud as explosions and I could feel the wind and the impact as they slipped past my head. The fear of the people around me were like a plane crashing into an ocean. Wondering if anyone would get hit or where the bullets would land was overwhelming. The wide open windshield was busted open like a balloon with more bullet holes than a practice target. I see more dead bodies than a graveyard with large blood stains and  headstones.

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Under the Shells

At the beach there are shells. Under those shells you can find many things.  Things such as hermit crabs, more shells, and so much more. Stepping on the million of broken shells that create the beach for, it is impossible to think of all of the many things that are underneath the shells.  Watching little children pick up shells and discover the many things like animals, money, coral, and many other items makes me smile. The simplicity and calmness of being at the ocean brings a feeling of joy, happiness, freedom, and fun. This is why I love the beach

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Under the Shell

Why the hell does love  consist of sex with in this generation? Why is it that if you’re not kissing and touching every second that it’s not really considered love? We are forced to hide our true emotions and personality because it’s not what society looks for anymore. Society looks for sexines and outside beauty but neglect what we have inside as real human beings. Everyone always talks about dating and making it last but with everyone basing their relationships off beauty and what society thinks how long do you really think it will last?

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Under the Shells
Invisible to the world somewhere beneath the overpriced makeup and upscale clothing there is a girl. Much like a turtle with its shell, she is hidden. Without this shell she would feel a sudden emptiness inside, the shell provides protection from the judgemental cruel world in front of her. In the dark she keeps herself because she is afraid of the light inside of her. The girl doesn’t want to put on a mask anymore. Obsessed with this idea of being free, being independent. Soon she feels a sudden happiness, warmth inside. Instead of a shell, I am a pearl.

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Naked
A pair of razor-sharp scissors slither comfortably through my delicate cotton sweater. Slivering through my delicate cotton sweater he slices up the middle like wrapping paper and suddenly uncovers me. My maroon bra comes falling to the ground leaving me naked. Then he slivered smoothly through my favorite pair of bright blue skinny jeans uncovering my legs and causing them to fall.  With his gentle blue eyes looking into mine he asked me “are you still having problems breathing?” Looking into his gentle eyes I softly whisper to him yes. He looks at me again with his kind blue eyes and “says we will be there soon” while he gently settled an oxygen mask over my pale face as the sirens blare through the cold night air.

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She wakes up naked and it invades her mind,

That she’s alone, trapped, and confined.

She floundered and floundered with the lies,

Until she realizes she’s dead inside.

She pretended to be happy and you can not see

That she really wanted to die and leave this world in peace.

You can’t see what she’s been through,

You can't understand the pain caused by you.

The sleepless nights where she could only cry,

She sat in the corner hiding from your eyes.

She gathered herself each time she was in pain,

Each time lying about the rainbow after the rain.

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Under The Shell of a Koopa Troopa In The Mushroom Kingdom, Starring Bowser.

Deep in the heart of the Mushroom Kingdom, are these turtles. These turtles are called Koopa Troopas. On the back of a Koopa Troopa is its shell. The shells come in five different colors. A Koopa Troopa shell color can be red, blue, light green, pink, or gold. In addition to a Koopa's shell, they also have different types of Koopa Troopas. Famous types of Koopa Troopas are regular green koopa Troopas and paratroopas. Paratroopas are flying Koopa Troopas that can bring you mail or watch the Mushroom Kingdom like Hawks. The king of the Koopas is Bowser.

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Under the Shells

Helmets cover their heads like shells. Bright lights flash as they line up on the green turf. Men get in position and grit their teeth knowing it's all or nothing.  There is only 5 seconds on the clock. Everybody holds their breath waiting. Finally the the quarterback yells hut. The receivers streak down the field and the linemen jump off the line trying their hardest to protect their quarterback. He waits patiently for a receiver to get open. A linebacker runs through the line and dashes straight at him. He sees a receiver and launches the ball down the field. Its intercepted.

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Under the Shells
As the sun began to rise, the enemy lurked about in search of a weak victim to take out. Stealthily, the soldier crawled through the tall grass in order to stay hidden from the enemy. This is for what he had been trained his whole life. He neared his target and struck successfully. However, another enemy had heard the crunch of a leaf coming from that direction. Luckily, the predator after awhile leaves, in search of other prey as the defenceless soldier lies hidden under its shell. The turtle then comes out and begins to eat its leaf once more.

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Naked

There’s a girl , a girl who is stuck in a room with no way of getting out. Pacing the room trying to figure out how can she extricate oneself . As she gathers her thoughts she hear a drip of water falling, it then becomes intense and her clothes start to decease. Her socks , jeans , shirt , even down to her underwear and bra then dropped out of sight. Bare she was. The water then stopped , and a turbulence begun. A  mysterious person said “tap .. tap .. tap..  tap.”  “Tap what?” she yelled! They begin to rumble again .. “the the wall.” The girl followed to do so and there goes the walls. They were vanished and so was she.

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Under The Shells
I’ve been under this shell my whole childhood, and 9th grade year is where i'm going to transform myself. I'm sick of being the shy boy that sits in the back, the boy that's smart but never raises his hand, and most of all the boy that nobody knows. This is the year I will try something different and fit in for once. Not be myself, and do what everyone else believes is right, I will not be a leader. I will finally become a follower and become popular. Students will finally know who John Hayes is, and recognize me.

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Under the Shells
Teens hide from their parents, they hide from themselves. Things are done now, regretted later, then thought about until you’re six feet deep. Lost friends, close friends because they can't know the real you, you hardly know who the real you is. Pacing back and forth in your room wondering if it's the best choice, you can't comprehend how to deal with everything you feel because no one has ever taught you how. Trying to recall all the good memories, but all you remember are bad ones. “This is it,” you whisper to yourself. You then reveal what's really inside.

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Under the Shells
After an abundance of them have gotten captured in nets and speared to death, the hermit crabs are now on the move at all times in the deep sea, with nowhere to hide, they are continuously being chased down and tracked. Things start to become much darker, the crabs finally become relieved, then they see a light and three shadowy figures. One of the figures jabbed a spear right through one of the crabs leaving it defenseless, but luckily, the other two hermit crabs escape with nowhere else to run. They are to be left stationary, hiding underneath their shells.

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Under The Shells

The girl was constantly teased and made fun of everyday at school, because of her weight, the lack of clothes she had, and she wore the same shoes everyday. She had no friends because everybody at her school judged her and assumed she was a big, fat, loser but little did they know she struggled with her weight and starved herself everyday, because of the criticism and hate being thrown at her. Her family was poor and had little money to actually buy her clothes and they could only afford what they needed, sometimes not even that.

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Bubblegum Ransom

I awoke to the early morning aroma and the repulsive sound of vomiting outside my dorm room. As I looked out of my window, I noticed it was the valedictorian of the high school I previously attended. That was the girl that always had her life figured out and never made a wrong choice or did anything to regret, the girl who never had time to hang out with her friends or have a good time at parties. As I was going to help her back to her dorm, I noticed a small pill bottle in her hand.

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Under the Shells
“Kill count: 27, 28.” I’m aware of my surroundings in a way I’m not quite sure of; I see without seeing, think without thinking for myself. They tell me I don’t have to worry about silly things like ‘seeing’ and ‘thinking’. I accept because I’m in no position to decline. “29.” My body is not my own, but it never has been… or maybe I just don’t remember it ever being mine. “30.” They tell me nothing but my current mission matters, that I am helping our cause. It doesn’t matter, though. “31.” I’m just a shell of my creators.

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Naked

I awoke from my slumber, one brisk morning to find my home computer missing. My wife and I searched and searched and couldnt find it anywhere, I canceled my credit cards, changed my bank password, and bought a new computer. Later that week, I was surprised to find a video posted from my facebook that I no longer had, the video was of me and my wife. All out fury was beginning to rise on the person responsible. Facebook was cooperative to deactivate the account and try to delete the video. The hunt started by tracking down the IP address to a cafe near my house, when I found my computer I saw my neighbor at the table trying to get into my bank account, in rage I thrust him upon the ground and beat him until the cops dragged me off of him.

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Naked
Walking through the halls odd glances are tossed my way. I watch enormous crowds of students whisper slyly to one another as I pass innocently by. “What’s wrong?” I ask myself. I feel as if I’ve done something that makes them all judge me. I decide to walk faster to my class, yet the students still follow, snickering and staring at me. Stealing glances over my shoulder I see the entire student body behind me. I stop walking, and muster the courage to turn around and bellow, “What are y’all staring at?!? “You forgot to put clothes on,” they shriek.

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Naked
Smoke from the fire went quickly through the house. The fire went from the kitchen all the way up to the stairs and as I jumped out the window and fell to the ground. Firemen ran in my directions and cut my long sleeve, blue, and bright red polo jacket off. As the fire burned deep into my skin the firefighters cut through my black jeans and  tommy hilfiger boxers. Bare skin out and everyone can see my body all exposed and shown to the people around me. Hearing loud noises around me crying and even sirens coming from ambulances.

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Naked
I lay in the dark, grimy corner of the alleyway leading to the back entrance of my work place. It was pitch black in this corner. Not a single street light reached this far into the back. I had dropped my keys and bent down to pick them up, and that’s when he grabbed me. I knew it was coming. I should’ve known better. Why didn’t I just leave my keys? I should’ve left my keys. I lay there bleeding, waiting for help to come even though I know it won’t. He left me naked without clothes or my dignity.

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Under the Shells
Footsteps hitting hard against the pavement behind me, hard breathing. I knew my legs would fail me. My pursuers were stronger, more agile than me. There was little hope left for me, I just had to make it to the corner. That was the safe haven. Like dogs biting at my ankles they caught up, my arms pumped as fast as possible trying to make it away. My body was thrown to the side, time slowed, the ring that I was gripping tight in my hand flew loose. I had lost, I was left outwitted, and out of breath. Broken.

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Naked
A smile paints her face everywhere she goes, lighting up the world with every step. On the inside, she’s breaking. Her friends all see her as bright, bubbly, and beautiful. But bottled up inside is a soul, crying to be hidden and not naked. Nobody knows about those people at school who make fun of the way she dresses. That her mom left the other night, taking everything and leaving her and her father with nothing. She cries, not knowing what the next day will bring. Her light has burnt out. Her smile dwindled. The old her is gone. Forever.

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Under the Shells

One shell, two shells, three shells hit the tank’s metal floor as it fired its cannon along with the platoon. Every now and then you’d hear the occasional spray of a German machine gunner hitting the tank’s bullet-proof armor, maybe even penetrating and hearing the bullet barely miss your head. But the worst sound of them all was when a German tank’s round hit the warbeast you were stationed in, hitting the ammunition and setting the entire machine ablaze, killing you and everyone else inside. Upon the floor a picture of your family back home under your tank’s spent shells.

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Naked
The rooms and the walls are now naked, the floors no longer baring the weight of furniture; its all empty. Although I know that this house will soon be filled with the lives of others who will put new clothes on these walls and weigh the floors once again I can’t help but feel as naked as the rooms. With this open breezy feeling I walk out shutting the door to my home feeling like a snake shedding my skin to grow into another. Desperately I wish I could hold onto this skin, this house and stay awhile longer.

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Bubblegum Ransom

Kindergarten , first grade, second grade, third grade,fourth grade fifth grade. Where does it end? I've been in school for all my life. I have to sit in a pretzel everyday which the teachers never do because it hurts but they want us to.  I must give my attention to teachers who don't know my name. I only have thirty minutes I must live it to the fullest. Im free for thirty minutes, I can run and be me then its back to prison with those wardens who just want to lock me up for the rest of my life.

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Naked
There’s something in the woods hiding in the distance. It keeps moving in my direction and stops by an old oak tree. It looks like an older man with a snow white beard but I can’t depict what he’s wearing. His skin is covered in dirt and deep claw marks. I walk closer to him to see if he’s ok but he walks further back into the woods not wanting me to make contact with him. I walk further away from the woods and wait a few seconds. My body turns clockwise in disbelief, shocked because he’s standing there NAKED!

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Under the Shells
At Seashore State Park, I scan the shore for a broken fragment of something blue among a low tide of clam white: sun-bleached gull bones and sea foam. I search for sea glass. For some reason I can’t understand, I crave something man-made and then sea-worn. Why do we ignore all of the whole things? Bivalves still in tact, iridescent oysters, dead horseshoe crab, and a sun-dried mermaid’s purse. When I glean that smooth artifact of History’s used bottle or glass, I’ll take it home to rest on a shelf or a chain on my neck after decades of tumbling.

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Under the Shells
In a room full of camouflage with mixes of tan, black, green and brown, she hugged him. The tight hug made her feel warm inside. In his arms she tooks deeps breaths to remember his smell. When they called for him to load up in the helicopter, she wept as she watched her husband leave her to serve his country. She felt broken, lost, and alone. Tears were streaming down her face and she felt her stomach turn. Deep down however, under the hard thick shell she was wearing, she was happy, and hoped the abusive man never came back.