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         <title>I look at the ground as I slowly fall. I know my screen is going to crack. I was knocked off the table by my owner. She was showing her friend the boring video she shows everyone but everyone laughs anyway. She placed me down and continued to eat her pizza. Her elbow is placed on the table getting closer, closer, closer. It was pushing me until I was almost over the edge. That’s how this happened. If my screen gets cracked I might not be able to see and show the world to anyone. Crash! I’m on the floor. My eyes are closed. I fear that if I open them, I won’t be able to see anything well anyway. My owner picks me up. She gasps. She shows her friend as well. She gasps too. I open my eyes. The world around me is perfect. I’m not cracked! My owner tells her friend she better be getting home and rushes me home. She plugs me in and I fall asleep.</title>
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         <author>21karinjah</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>	I have my own story to tell, along with everyone around me. If you don’t give me a chance you will never know it. If you do, you will be transported to a new world. Wherever your imagination can take you. So give you a chance, you might learn a thing or two about your own life.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Kevin</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>I have no color left in me now. I'm used every single day and get no thanks whatsoever. I'm surrounded by people all day and the only time when i'm alone is at night, where it’s dark and dismal. I give everyone things but i always get the same thing back, worthless pieces of paper. I was broken at times and one time, broken for a long time. I have sisters and brothers who get used like me, the only thing different about them is their locations. What Am I?</em></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:01:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I gentle rock in the small area I sat in. It was beautiful. A duck slowly floats off to one side as the sun peaked through the small cloud above. My owner and her loved one sat next to each other on the grassy land, their child laughing and blowing at the water trying to make me go farther. My red, plastic, base kept me afloat as the duck starts to swim by me. The sweat smile on the three of their faces is all I love to see. The water was too cold to swim in so it will be hard to get be out of the water but I’ll make it back to them.  Then they three watched me in silence. A sweet, short time period of silence before the child laughs again. I may be plastic and unable to move like those other cooler toys but I’m still something they love to see calmly afloat in the water.</title>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:01:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>As a person’s enormous foot is only a few centimeters away from me, I try to yell “STOP” but my efforts are futile and I can’t make a sound. The foot collides with me and and I fly across the ground and person feels pain in it’s toe. I am now hurdling toward the floor and as I tense up I could feels the person's pain as I hit the hard dirt trail. It happens every day of everlasting existence and can’t do anything to stop it.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:01:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sand Pebbles</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>As the sound comes through me, louder and louder, the children hurt their ear drums. The music I play is every kind of music you could think of. I sit on the table, waiting to be used, hoping that elegant vibrations will come out. Finally, I play the music, and everyone is happy. </div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>I sit in basket covered with a lid so that my awful smell doesn’t escape. I hear creaking noise and realize that someone is reaching in to grab me. I feel them sliding their foot into into my soul. I hear he dog barking in the background because he knew a walk was on the way. My owner walked out the door and every step she takes i feel the impact of all her body weight on my shoulders. I don’t think I can stand the sweaty smell of her feet as she jogs or the plain darkness that I see when I am in action. I just can’t wait till she gets a new pair, I am too worn out.</title>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:02:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>A bird just laid an egg on me, oh jeez, it just fell off. As the seasons go by, me and my siblings get our hair and lose it. When this white fluffy stuff comes, we get really cold. When all the humans leave to go to something called “the beach,” we overheat. When it is just right, we all have beautiful green red and orange hair. This is our favorite time in the sun. Sometimes we lose our hair for a long time. Sometimes humans take these loud machines and they relocate my sibling to the “Home Depot”.It is everyone’s dream to become household furniture. Once we get to the “Home Depot” then we are set for many rings.</title>
         <author>23cupparis</author>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:02:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sand Pebbles</title>
         <author>23shellyt</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I fall hard on the ground. My twin goes down next. I am lifted up off the ground again. This is what I slave away at all day. I am hit hard over and over and over again daily. I have seen many things. Rocks. Dirt. Sand. Water. But the one thing I have seen the most? My owner’s foot. Then one day, I see something new. Darkness. I smell a foul smell. Where am I? I realize that I am ripped and smelly. I look over to see my twin sitting there too. I realize I am i the garbage. This is the end of my life.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>I sit in basket covered with a lid so that my awful smell doesn’t escape. I hear creaking noise and realize that someone is reaching in to grab me. I feel them sliding their foot into into my soul. I hear he dog barking in the background because he knew a walk was on the way. My owner walked out the door and every step she takes i feel the impact of all her body weight on my shoulders. I don’t think I can stand the sweaty smell of her feet as she jogs or the plain darkness that I see when I am in action. I just can’t wait till she gets a new pair, I am too worn out.</title>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:02:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I can’t see them and when they look at me they automatically turn away, I am the brightest of all my friends, everybody revolves revolves me though, I am the oldest of all my friends, I am self-centered, what am I?</title>
         <author>23willhelml</author>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:03:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Everyday, I have to face the same stupid routine over, and over like a broken record. I am pinned to a damp, poorly painted wall, and never, not once has my owner been concerned about my comfort! Really, why is it that Soap is gently placed on a ceramic bowl, but four screws have been jammed into my sides! Well, my days normally start with a groggy-looking Murray coming into my room to look at me while he fixes his hair and rubs at his eyes, then he leaves my view. When he is gone, I talk with my friends, Towel and Hairbrush. Towel is always really easygoing, but Hairbrush can never seem to shut up! She’s always rambling on about something, Boo-hoo, Murray dropped me again, Waa.. Murray’s hair is stuck inside my teeth! No offense, but nobody cares. Later in the day, Murray comes to me again, this time, I’m forced to watch him put Toothbrush in his mouth, and scrape him against his teeth! I have to admit, I’ve gotten a little used to it, but it still disgusts me. I don’t exactly look forward to my job, but I’d be useless without Murray.</title>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:03:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Here he comes and holding that truly mouth watering stack of text books, mixed in with a couple of those deliciuos binders and to top it all of some of those sweet pencils. I’m practically famished, after all I have eaten since 3rd period, all thats left in me is a couple of notebooks and some crumpled up paper mixed in with a few old jackets and a backpack. Whenever he comes to me I like to play a couple of jokes on him, like when he attemps to put in my combo I don’t open even though he put it in perfect but after the 3-4 attempt he tells the janitor that I’m jammed and he puts this weird shaped thing through this whole in me which really rattles my insides. He’s doing my combo right now ha, he got it wrong! Oww he kicked me! </title>
         <author>23meberga</author>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:05:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My life just flashed before my eyes i was blown back up and brought back to life for a 5th time.&nbsp; I had been blown up and had air let out of me for the 6th time over and over and over.&nbsp; I’ve gone through everything people will tell you but try having my life for 1 day once they go through what I do for 1 hour and they would wish they would deflate for the last time.&nbsp; After 12 days i was finally deflated for one last time.&nbsp; I had been through everything I had been choked on stuck in a mud puddle and i have been and hung by a string. One last blow and my life was over i was so happy but i missed lyla and her soft baby hands and her soft gentle voice that would soothe me all the time.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-12-01 20:06:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sand Pebbles</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I wait for seven in the morning, the family’s legs are visible at my point of view. My back feels heavy and there are hot spots. I smell the fresh orange juice and pancakes. The kids kick me and leave crumbs. I feel a wet cloth push toast off of me. I wait and wait and wait. Then, lunch rolls around. I feel the cool undersides of a bowl be placed on my sturdy surface. The family gathers yet again, the kids starving and the adults enjoying a serene conversation. After a short meal, the family leaves and I am wiped once again. After a long time, seven pm is here. A piping hot pot is placed on my back. “OUCH!” I wish i could scream. I feel plates and silverware being placed. A mother, father, and children gather around the table. It starts off nice, but then the father slams his arms on me. It hurts.  I have feelings too! The soup pot spills and I am burned. My surface is ruined with tomato soup stains.  I hear the arguments of the election, the kids day at school and then it’s all over. I am cleaned and tired of supporting the weight of the dishes.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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