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Busybody Hey, did you hear? He starts every conversation like that. Mikes going out with Maria now! The incorrigible busybody. He asked her after the swim meet, Isn't that grand But I don't really think she likes him. That so? Hey, you can keep a secret right? He's going to tell me even if I say no. I walked in on Maria kissing someone once. Who cares? And it wasn't Mike. Boo Hoo It was a girl. Wait, what? You know something? Why's he whispering? I don't think that's gross. He doesn't? And you know what else? For someone who never shuts up, he's sure having a hard time opening up now. I don't think it's gross for guys t

How to Write a Poem By Ronan~ The words Come almost by themselves. Just clear your mind, Let it flow Onto the page The structure, That comes with time. It takes hard work, And teachers From both past and present. The story Comes from you, And only you. Take your reader's hand Lead them

Every morning started the same. It had to. But Jon was fine with that. Jon was always awake before he was, but Jon didn't mind lying in bed beside him. He rose before Jon. He cleaned and dressed quickly enough, but Jon was always ready before him. He spent hours in front of the mirror. Inspecting, admiring. For hours. Jon hardly looked in the mirror. He lived in it. He had to. Narcissism is a twisted dagger. The compulsive need for attention, persisting belief that he is the greatest there is… it's a cover-up. Because the mirror can't reflect what Jon sees. A man broken by neglect. By someone telling him all his life that he wasn't good