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Coming Undone Kimberly sat in her king size bed smoking a Marlboro menthol and staring at the pill bottle that lay atop her designer satin purple and silver bed sheets with tears in her eyes. The bottle was small and orange with a white child safety cap, the label had been torn off, and the bottle contained twenty-three 30 mg oxycodone (also known as percocette). She had spent every last dollar that she had on those pills. She had bills to pay, but didn’t care. The young girl of twenty years ...

School is a place where children can feel safe; where they can be themselves no matter how different they may be, regardless of race, religion, or sexual orientation; or is it? Over the years schools have faced many forms of discrimination; especially high schools. Teens get picked on because of the color of their skin, what they believe in, even what they don’t believe in. But in this day and age, teens are faced with another issue: sexual orientation. A recent study found that 31 percent o...

It was the perfect night. Justin and Patience were taking a walk under the full moon in Central Park. It was well lit and the street lamps were shining down on the trees, adding to the beautiful colors of the fall leaves. Red, yellow, and orange crunched beneath their feet as the young couple passed bike-riders, more couples, and children playing along the path ahead of them. Patience, a young woman of twenty-four, with waste length, light brown hair, and deep brown eyes was holding the hand...

“What in the hell happened last night?” she asked herself, while standing in her utterly trashed living room. She remembered throwing the party...but she couldn't remember what happened at the party. There were beer cans, beer bottles, cigarette butts, joint butts half empty bags of chips all, all over the floor. “Whatever...I'll clean it up later.” she made her way to the kitchen, which was trashed as well. As she opened the refrigerator door she began to remember the events of the previous ...

Stay With You... "What are you doing here?" Viola asked him. She and I were sitting in a little cafe down on Seventh Street. It was pouring rain outside. But hey, it was London, and it did that often. When he walked in, he was covered in water. He wasn't even wearing a jacket. He just stood in the doorway, looking around for her. When he saw her, he just froze. He didn't say anything. He just stared. Until she yelled at him again. "I asked you a question! Why are you here?" She had been cryin...