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“Streaks, Speckles And Spots” by Sze-Ning Chuah

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There once lived a flock of goats on the highlands. The flock belonged to Old Izzy, a wise goatherd who probably looked like a billy goat himself, with his long, wrinkly face and wispy white beard. But do not let his wizened, weather-beaten appearance fool you. Old Izzy tended to his goats daily for as long as he could remember. He could easily navigate the heights and slopes with his flock, yodeling at the top of his lungs without breaking a sweat. Or so he told me. I would advise not to question his claims and just take his word ...

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“The Dancing Shadows” by Will Read

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The morning fog loomed out into the distance, it was almost tangible, shrouding everything in an ashen veil. It crawled amongst the trees, its silent footsteps narrowly walking around the bushed and hedges, erasing the path ahead. It was impossible to see through, for the plain opaqueness of it was enough to hide a tree right in front of you, let alone the road that twisted through the valley. The sun was still behind the silhouetted mountains, for dawn had not fully broken, and therefore there was no light to help see by.It was upon that mo...

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“Painting Change” by Anna Irwin

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I slammed the book down on my bed and looked away. Tears in my eyes. The tears felt cool on my face, but in my heart they felt like knives digging into my skin. The pieces of my life seemed to crash together and break into a million pieces as I looked into the life of another. I thought about just picking up my phone and forgetting about all the stuff I had read in that book, but something in me said to pick up the book again. That it was my duty to read it, in honor of the people who lived through it. I opened it up and started reading. Aft...

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“Through the Eyes of Sisyphus” by Andre Benjamin

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Sisyphus’s knees buckle under the weight of the boulder balanced between his palms. His feet sink into the earth, welcomed by pebbles which tear through his calloused skin. He ascends with each step, only for the boulder to fall and for him to chase it. ***A group of students raise their picket signs. They are from this city, many dressed in red and yellow bandanas. They march through the streets, collecting scorn and little praise.“Go back to the countryside,” a storekeeper says. He does not know they live only a few blocks away. ...

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“Dear Commander ” by Kat Holly

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My Commander,A As I look at the tiny, seemingly unimportant shoe, which lay smoldering on the brick road before me, I can't help but feel a slight pang of sadness, and a tight pain in my chest. I know the smoke and fires burning the buildings around me are no better, but this one tiny shoe, scorched black by the bomb, and dyed gray by the cinders, strikes me through and through. It's the largest thing that survived, other than the grieving skeletons of former shops looming on either side of me. A small child had been wearing this when the bo...

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“I Control My Own Future” by Suzan Aslanoglu

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Erika Black groans slightly as she woke up due to the bright flashing fluorescent light, she had to blink a few times to get used to the light. She looks around not knowing where she was. It was an empty surgical room with the mirrors smashed into pieces as well as the equipment. Erika sat up gagging before looking down the floor and vomited receiving a pounding headache. After she vomited, she wiped her mouth and got off the surgical bed “h-hello?” no response, only the creepy silence around her. She went to the clipboard by the door saying...

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“Billie” by Keith B.

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We’ve been here before. The burning. The looting. The screams. The darkness. The fire. The running. The chanting. Avoiding the tear gas. Breaking glass windows. Turning the police cars onto its side. Hit by rubber bullets. All of it looks too familiar. Her mother told her about her witnessing such rage when she was younger. And here sitting in her boyfriend’s bedroom, Billie watches the flames rise on the streets of Ferguson, Missouri. She sat on the end of his bed, watching the news footage on his television. She watched, troubled by t...

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“When the Rivers Rage” by Cynthia Grove

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It was the 60's. Or to quote Dickens, "It was the best of times. It was the worse of times". One can argue that this can be said of any era. But it was, especially for someone growing up in that time, a time during, about and, definitely, a time for change.I grew up as one site on Facebook now calls it, a South Trenton River Rat. My home, rented to us by owners of the local Polish bakery, was attached to the bakery on the end and to other houses on the side. It was part of what were called row houses. The house was made up of what my mom cal...

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“Sunahri” by Goelnarendra Goel

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Sunahri“What kind of name is this? Just look at her. Does she even look ‘sunehri'?”Savita aunty was talking to her mother, and she clung nearby. Barely five years of age. Sunahri idling away under her mother's doss overheard her mother answer hesitantly. “What's wrong with her name?”It was a very beautiful name as far as Sunehri could discern. And it sounded more the mellisonant when her mother called her with this name.’ Su-na-hari’, syllable by syllable, lyrically. But today for the first time, unfortunately, because what she just now...

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“Don’t Go Blind: Seeing Is Believing” by Earvin Eugene

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Chapter 1: Catastrophe Life was difficult. To find hope he had to escape with drugs. In addition, society told him he needed them. Paul was ordered by the court to seek counseling and medical therapy. He was a havoc to society. Breaking the law by having sex in public and peeing outside in open spaces. He cried like a baby at the courtroom but it was no use. He went to the hospital three times within two years and this was his final strike. It was decided, he needed mandatory therapy. All in all it was not completely his fault. It was a...

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“When awareness blossoms, petals of change unfold.” by Arman Javed

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He looked weak, exhausted and shattered. Perhaps, his silence protected the pain his beautiful little eyes were holding for so long. He must be dealing with trials that were tiring for him to bear at the age of ten. He must have lost hope for the good to come as everyone in this world does when one is left alone to fight. I could not find the least bit of smile on his face like the pure and brightest smiles of children that can never be bought. His time-worn hands were the survival lines of his too short life.Th...

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“I'm PROUD To Be Black!” by Ellie Harris

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I was walking down the street with my mama, we were heading to the grocery store. It was right down the road. My mama hated the racism in the world, she would always say, "Oh Lil Trisha, don't pay attention to racist people. You are BEAUTIFUL! Be PROUD of your skin!"I was so embarrassed of my skin color though. I was always so sensitive. But lost in my thoughts, I tripped! I hurried up and hoped no one saw, but then one white boy yelled, "You can't even walk!" Another yelled (in unison with the first boy) "FREAK!"I don't know who could be so...

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“The Warrior Within ” by Sarah Beck

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"You are a monster," I cried out, slamming my fist into his chest. "You are a backstabbing, hideous-"Before I could finish my sentence, Ben had grabbed my arm and twisted it, rendering me silent. "Shut up you stupid girl," he hissed in my ear, twisting my arm more with every word. "You are not the center of this universe and you never will be."I sobbed silently but stayed silent. When my step-father got like this, I knew that it was wise for me to stay silent. "Now listen closely you little bitch," he hissed, grabbing my neck and forcibly wr...

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“When I Look Back On The Good Old Days” by B James Hancock

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'This is an unlawful assembly' Police Chief Harris declared over the loudspeaker of his patrol car. The words fell out of his mouth and landed on the ground with such disdain for the people he was talking to. 'You are to disperse; you are ordered to disperse. Go home or go to your church.'Harris barked this order off to the side of the protest, while some six hundred strong stood in defiance as he spoke, and while close to fifty armed policemen dressed in military helmets and gas masks joyfully swung their batons in hand.From where I stood o...

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“Bloom” by Natalie Chirico

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Ever since you took your first steps into school you are told how to act and behave. If you lack friends, the teachers will tell your parents they are worried because you aren't socializing. The second you shut people out you become the target. You are the loner who had to of done something wrong because no one can vouch for you.You are labeled as a freak and the one with issues. You have to look in the mirror everyday to give yourself a pep talk before going to school. You remind yourself that you are human and you are f...

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Write a story about change.

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✍️ 164 stories

“Streaks, Speckles And Spots” by Sze-Ning Chuah

“The Dancing Shadows” by Will Read

“Painting Change” by Anna Irwin

“Through the Eyes of Sisyphus” by Andre Benjamin

“Dear Commander ” by Kat Holly

“I Control My Own Future” by Suzan Aslanoglu

“Billie” by Keith B.

“When the Rivers Rage” by Cynthia Grove

“Sunahri” by Goelnarendra Goel

“Don’t Go Blind: Seeing Is Believing” by Earvin Eugene

“When awareness blossoms, petals of change unfold.” by Arman Javed

“I'm PROUD To Be Black!” by Ellie Harris

“The Warrior Within ” by Sarah Beck

“When I Look Back On The Good Old Days” by B James Hancock

“Bloom” by Natalie Chirico

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