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Summer Camp

Summer Camp

A Book by meek


A small story I made for english class last year in eighth grade. It's probably not the best, but my profile looked so empty! >.
Chapter Three.

Chapter Three.

A Chapter by Courtney.


An orphan..
The Funeral

The Funeral

A Poem by Chloe Solomon


This is about a funeral I attended when I was 6 for a little girl in my town who had passed away due to a chronic illness.
Coming Home Late One Night

Coming Home Late One Night

A Poem by Courtney


Published in REMUS Literary Journal, Spring 2014 Rome, Italy.
The Rhetoric of Ethics and its Translation into American Politics

The Rhetoric of Ethics and its Translation into Am..

A Story by Courtney


Rhetoric is political and politics are rhetorical, though they are not one and the same.
Metamorphosis through Modernism: The Rat City and the Hive Mentality

Metamorphosis through Modernism: The Rat City and ..

A Story by Courtney


Do you ever feel out of place, like a rat working in a beehive?
Love and Money in Shakespeare's "The Twelfth Night"

Love and Money in Shakespeare's "The Twelfth Night..

A Story by Courtney


Ethos, Pathos and Logos in "The Twelfth Night" by W. Shakespeare.
The Grammar of ASL

The Grammar of ASL

A Story by Courtney


Addressing American Sign Language as it's own complete language.
The Healing Hunt

The Healing Hunt

A Story by Courtney


A contemplative essay
The Path Beyond Suffering

The Path Beyond Suffering

A Story by Courtney


On the 4 Noble Truths of suffering
New School

New School

A Story by Courtney


New School “It’ll be fine,” my mother tells me. “You’ll make all kinds of friends in your new school. It’s ..
The Girl Who Reads Slam Poetry

The Girl Who Reads Slam Poetry

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


I never chose to be what I am, some woman of poetry; a victim of slam?
A Couple

A Couple

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


This rhombus of your love envelops me...
Anxious

Anxious

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


Feeling anxious?
Jupiter's Eyes

Jupiter's Eyes

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


Why must my busy mind meld my life so?
The Nine to Five Writer

The Nine to Five Writer

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


It is knowing this body must endure something more than a regular nine to five - without flipping a lid.
Does Your Love Hide?

Does Your Love Hide?

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


Does your love hide under a rug?
White Lie

White Lie

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


The dirtiest filth & the hollowest cries that fill your gasping soul with cyanide.
Loving Strangers

Loving Strangers

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


Its sick and twisted, rotten and cold addicted to someone I never knew.
Erase Me

Erase Me

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


I smile as the sea takes me in my tangled glory.

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