Just write, with Justine

Talks about literature, the world, and everything in between.

Author: Justine

  • The Princess

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    The gentle breeze passes my extended arms. I take in the rising sun, and bask in it, the once cold air around me turning warm. The waves from the surf crash ceaselessly, creating a constant muted sound for the villagers on the coast. The village is run down but strong. It’s ancient stone walls, testing…

  • Dead Pair

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    A small and stunted, frightened tree, Who didn’t grow past five foot three. Young and fragile, she was know, As the pear tree all alone. When the skylight had gone black, She was scared she’d get attacked. Her mind would quickly go astray,  Making stories of dismay. She’d shake her roots throughout the day, In…

  • Star Sailor

    Star Sailor

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    She looked out the window, hazy dots of lights splattered the dark and endless galaxy. Years of devotion had finally shown their worthy results. She leaped out of the hatch with all her vigor. Her confidence radiated like the stars, she would make her stamp on the world.  She reached for the moon with all…

  • An Ugly Disturbance

    An Ugly Disturbance

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    This is gonna be fun. The only way to survive is by moving. Never stay in one spot, or its game over. I can tell this girl’s gonna be slow, I can just see it. She’s slouched and her eyes are focused on the screen in front of her, she’s not gonna notice me. She’s…

  • The stage, the lie, and the truth

    The stage, the lie, and the truth

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    Her hands quickly dashed through the air, not staying in one place for more than a second, her practiced posture, her eyes rapidly scanning the keys. Everything had been practiced, to the way her feet were placed near the pedals to how she would move to the tempo of the composition. Dorothy had always been…

  • Better to live a life alone than a life lying

    Better to live a life alone than a life lying

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    Quality over quantity. The phrase is self-explanatory. To me, it is so much better and worthwhile to have a small group of close friends who actually understand you, then double the number with just distant acquaintances. I can say with certainty that in my 17 years of living, current and past friendships have taught me…

  • What happened at In-N-Out?

    What happened at In-N-Out?

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    Where are you? I’m inside the In-N-Out… Just do what I told you to do, like we practiced… WHAT?! Heads turn. I can’t believe you. How could you chicken out right now?!… Well of course I knew you wouldn’t intentionally do it, but I’m still mad! I don’t care anymore about the people staring… Sure……

  • Do the Best really Sell?

    Do the Best really Sell?

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    Intro. Hello! I’m back from the dead! It’s been a second … Exactly 146 days, but who’s counting? Writing a blog is hard.  I mean keeping up with personal deadlines, following through, re-reading your work just to make sure you don’t sound foolish, may seem to a passerby like easy stuff. But to the girl…

  • Jane Austen the Greatest Of All Time?

    Jane Austen the Greatest Of All Time?

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    Jane Austen is an incredible writer. I don’t want to sound like a washing machine, cycling most people’s praises and saying she’s a very captivating writer and witty author. But I would be doing her novels an injustice if I said she wasn’t all those things.  Yes, her writing truly inspires me to tackle my…

  • What’s so special about Journalism?

    What’s so special about Journalism?

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    How Journalism changed my life My freshman self thought Journalism would be a cute class to enroll in because I’d be like Rory Gilmore from “Gilmore Girls.” On the first day of class–arriving late, as I am notorious for–I came in with no expectations and a flatline standard. I just didn’t know what to expect!…