After all of the mistakes we make as kids, there are things we wish we could go back and change. Decisions we have made that could’ve gone totally different. We all wish we could’ve had someone to be there and tell us what our life is going to be like and some things we can prevent or some things we have to prepare for.Read More
Nini, the only man in the tribe is close to death. He has survived through so many challenges: colonization, industrialization and globalization. He feels tired of so many things that he does for the indigenous tribe. He is very passionate about his feathers and beads. He transforms them into conduits of a wonderful dream travel. He understands, and teaches the amazing way of dreams that keep him alive. Inside a small teepee in the center of the others, he is in bed, with one brown blanket covering only his feet.Read More
Let’s imagine a place where mutation is normal. Everyone has a shift mutation gene that causes everyone to carry different traits than normal humans. The Disability Talent Center is located in Sakara, a village in Raman. A disability center open for people of all ages. The center provides rooms to live in and has an educational system where teachers are assigned to work with three kids everyday.Read More
I could see the sunlight dance upon the surface of our white picket fence. The flecks and shadows shifted like the patterns inside a kaleidoscope; they peered through the leaves of our dogwood tree, they went wherever the leaves took them, and the leaves went wherever the wind took them. It tried to take me too, but I placed my feet firmly on the brick sidewalk that led to our house.Read More
I have been dead for four years.
I am a ghost. To tell the truth, being a ghost is not the same as I imagined it would be.
People can make a choice after they die, either being men via reincarnation or being ghosts in Acheron (underworld).Read More
About a week ago, I was sitting at home thinking about what would happen tomorrow. Would I be able to see my brother and parents like I do every day, or will we all just die by drone strikes? I’m very scared for my brother and my parents, since the drone strikes began five years ago in my hometown of Waziristan. I'm always thinking, Why me? And why is my family a part of this war? My family and I have been living in this village our whole lives. I have some great memories attached to this place, and I am worried now that I might have to leave all of those memories behind.Read More
It was a common day like any other. The autumn breeze began to flow, and crows began to appear at day and night. Layla and her mother, Lucia, lived in a small town. That day she woke up like any other day, cheerful and with energy. Layla was fourteen by then. Her mother was known in the town for her Mishqui, which is what they called grilled cow guts. Her Mishqui was very popular because of its taste. It was chewy, salty, and delicious.Read More
There was a silence, and snow, and a clear sky empty of life, and me, sitting there, taking it all in, accepting what I must try to achieve. It is really hard for someone to discover that they are lost or that they are starting to lose their identity.Read More
There was a silence, and snow, and a clear sky empty of life, and me, sitting there, taking it all in, accepting what I must try to achieve. I knew it was hard but I had to do this in order to feel better and fulfill my soul.Read More
There was a silence, and snow, and a clear sky empty of life, and me, sitting there, taking it all in, accepting what I must try to achieve. I started walking nowhere, and suddenly I saw a house.Read More
He was wholly held, absorbed, by a feeling of confusion and deprivation. He continued to walk through the jungle, taking small steps, not realizing that his bare toes were digging small holes in the soft ground.Read More
He was wholly held, absorbed, by a feeling. One of those feelings that makes you feel in limbo, a bright and obstructed limbo crowded with people. There is no way to fully describe his feeling without actually living it.Read More
He was wholly held, absorbed, by a feeling. It was shame. He sat on the edge of his bed staring at the floral patterns of his dorm room rug. He couldn’t help himself from being drawn to the mysterious red stain he couldn’t get rid of. He played the dreadful scene over and over again in his head.Read More
He was wholly held, absorbed, by a feeling of scarceness. It was midnight and he was the only one walking on the dark road. It felt like late July, the temperature was extremely high and the only thing that he could hear was a dog barking.Read More
His eyes shifted trying to find the end of the pitch, but the end seemed to dissolve within the shadows of the trees that lay on the borders. It was early morning and the whole scene had taken on a brilliant blue hue, further accentuating this dissolve into infinity. He thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.Read More
As usual, my lovely Aunt took me to go to a Chinese temple to worship the Buddhist goddess, "Guanyin."
— "Why do we need to go to the temple every weekend? I don't want to wake up."
— "Darling, wake up! The weekend starts today." ...Read More