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Kiss of Death

A Poem by Alexis Strunk

With one flick,The end grows bright.With one puff,The beautiful toxins cloud your brain.With two puffs,A black cloaked figure grows nearer.With three ..

The Runaway Child

A Story by Alexis Strunk

Three Years Prior Dirty looks. Whispering. That’s all I ever get now. Jamie, my best friend, wants nothing to do with me. Teachers act like I no..

No Goodbyes Spoken

A Poem by Alexis Strunk

It is a memory of my father