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“Togetherness” by Rucha Vanarase

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Community. A word that can mean many things. For some people it’s a funny TV show and nothing more. For other people, it’s a brotherhood of people from the same roots, the same background. There are all types of communities, small or big.For an Indian person living in the west, community is a term close to their hearts. Many Indians moved to the UK in the Cold War Era, as the government encouraged it. Not just Indians, but also people from other countries all over the world. And the economy flourished from the new workforce, diverse yet toge...

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“Out-Breakers by Ed Vela” by Ed Vela

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“We really need to get a better pin-point on his position at the moment.”“Yeah, but as the Rolling Stones once sang: You can't always get what you want!”Xan, of course had to sing that last lyric, and then do his best Mick Jagger, shaky dance after.“If you're trying to make me laugh... Well, you're no Henny Youngman.” I said, knowing the reference would slide right past my younger partner.“Look, Hoffbrow, we both know that he has more than the requisite skills to take us both out.”“Separately, but not together.”“Jeez-us, Hoff, the last time ...

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“Tales of Non-Fiction Timor-Leste” by Loni Anderson

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Timor-Leste is a land with a rich cultural tradition in storytelling. We interviewed men and women from different parts of the country to hear in their tales a collective consciousness and community. Their stories are only a part of their identity. To look at them going about their lives today, one might never know what stories those lives have weaved in the past. What pain they have witnessed. They are all linked as one people, as one community of survivors. We asked, 'what is your fondest memory,' to allow the...

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“Down Home” by Jannene MacNeil

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“Don’t you be holding me back now. I’m late for church and preacher gonna be some mad at me barging in after the start.” “Mama Carver, you won’t be letting no pastor down. Seaview hasn’t been there for years,” I say as I gently try to steer my grandma back up Charles St. back towards Creighton. She’s nowhere near yet to the deserted park that was once her home. Our family’s home. Our community. But she’s managed to get far enough out this time to give me more than a bit of a scare. “And for Lord’s sake, it’s Tuesday,” I mutter under my...

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“Yellow Dress ” by Journey Mohn

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It was dark. It was so extremely dark that Daisy almost felt like it was squishing her. Clouds blocked out all the stars, and it was one of those dangerous nights where there was no moon. Daisy felt very alone, in a way she'd never felt before.She twisted her small, cold hands into the skirt of her yellow dress and looked up at the sky, huge brown eyes searching for any sign of light. Daisy thought back to the day before. The day that had gotten her stuck in this endless dark.She and Momma had been out shopping for clothes. There was a tiny ...

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“Blue and Green” by E S

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I choke back tears as I watch the downpour hammer against the hospital window. A cyclone of burning rage spirals through me, my thoughts ravaging my brain. I want to forget the tragedy, but the horrible memory will never stop haunting me. The scene plays out in my head over and over again—the flames, the charred figure, the smoke filling my lungs. How can anything be the same? I’ve lost so much in such little time, and it started from a string of avoidable events. It all began with a murder, but I’ll get to that later. First, I...

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“The Common Grounds” by D J

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Four communities lived independently of one another: Red, Green, Yellow and Blue. These were states all on their own, but each of these primary coloured nations were authorities over different things.The Red community maintained and distributed the wealth.The Blue community maintained and enforced law and order.The Yellow community were responsible for peacekeeping.The Green community, the youngest of all, were the labourers. Though they lived side-by-side the people of each community never mixed. Instead, a council consisting of head repres...

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“Community Day” by Erin Rasnick

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I woke up and realized what day it was. I looked over at the clock and leaped out of bed. It was 6:00 which meant I had missed the bus and now had to walk to school. I threw on the first pair of clean clothes I could find and rushed out the door. As I walked down the street, I seen some of the things that never changed about this town. Trash bins overflowed and garbage littered the streets. Smog filled the air and there were sneakers hanging from the wire that connected the telephone poles. I looked over and saw a group of men hanging out by...

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“Someone.” by Bhavini Vijayanathan

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“I. Have. Told. You. A. Gazillion. Times.” Maa marched towards him, splitting the word gazillion into syllables to harmonize with her every step. And by the time she stood behind him, she’d lost her breath and patience, so she didn’t split the words. “Don’t pluck off those petals!!” “But they’re just there!!” he closed his eyes without turning back. His mother was blocking the sun rays that were falling on his back. He was just there, plucking those flowers and their petals off. It’s not that he loved plucking off thos...

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“The Mare People and the Elves” by Ellia Shootz

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The light of the sun reflecting through the blue of the water, the endless colors of coral, the fields of kelp and the schools of fish… Our home was beautiful. But this wasn’t how the elves saw it. No, no. To them, the seas were dangerous waters that were filled with vicious creatures. Such as us, the Mare People. We weren’t dangerous. In fact, we were quite the opposite. We didn’t believe in hate, or rather, we didn’t believe in acting with hate. Negative emotions, those are what make us violent and dangerous. The elves still see us as s...

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“Positive unity” by Thayimoni Dyani

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Youth activism became an eye opener and gave most of us a sense of responsibility, caring and boosted our self esteem.Shortly before establishment and launch of Crossroads Youth Association as an apolitical, development vehicle in Old Crossroads in 1996, the area was in a mess. Movement of young people from one section to another was difficult and dangerous, especially if you were not known. This township which is at the outskirts of Cape Town, South Africa was devided into various sections namely Gqobhasi, Unathi, Section 4, Topcor, Bester ...

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“Winston Street” by Andrew Lienkamp

Submitted to Contest #45

Hello, and welcome to Winston Street. Here there is no separation no one ever left out and segregation is a word that most of the people here don't know the meaning of. Here on Winston street, no one is ever lonely, no one ever feels sad, because on Winston street, the community and the people here are incredible.There's Old Man Smith, he's the guy you go to to hear a story. He's always sitting on his porch screen waiting for someone, anyone to come and sit up there and listen to his stories. If you go up there, he'll sit you down with a cup...

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“Community” by James Voyce

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An Anglican upbringing in rural England was a sheltered affair. It presented a skewed interpretation of the brutal world around you. It taught you little about adversity, or diversity. Almost nothing about impermanence. Perhaps the only salient thing it offered was faith. It suggested that as long as you believed in an invisible guardian, and you followed a series of basic guidelines to please them, you needn’t fret over the dangers that kept most people up at night. Protected in this cheerful bubble it was easy to cling to a child-like leve...

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“Jukebox Baby” by Heather Ann Martinez

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Jukebox Baby By Heather Ann Martinez Broken glass. Broken teapot. Broken cookie jar. Mister Arthur stood at the doorway looking at the cookie jar pieces all over the kitchen floor. The boarding house had just celebrated Mr. Arthur’s 70th birthday the night before. Mister Arthur did not regret eating the last of the cookies a few hours earlier. He still had a bit of chocolate on his mustache. No one had the heart to tell him. Miss Diane cautiously tiptoed behind Mister Arthur. Her hair was in curlers and she clenched onto her bathrob...

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“The Gated Community” by Bettina Karpathian

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Hello! I hope you didn’t have any trouble at the gatehouse. I did call to let them know you were coming. I like your hair. Is that style what you young people call dreadlocks? We don’t see that much here, so the guard might have been a little concerned. So, you’re studying scientology? Oh, sociology! You’re doing research on why people choose to live in gated golfing communities? That is so nice. Come and sit down and we can chat. Annie, dear, could you bring the tea to the sitting room, por favor? Her name is really ...

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Write a story about community.

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✍️ 65 stories

“Togetherness” by Rucha Vanarase

“Out-Breakers by Ed Vela” by Ed Vela

“Tales of Non-Fiction Timor-Leste” by Loni Anderson

“Down Home” by Jannene MacNeil

“Yellow Dress ” by Journey Mohn

“Blue and Green” by E S

“The Common Grounds” by D J

“Community Day” by Erin Rasnick

“Someone.” by Bhavini Vijayanathan

“The Mare People and the Elves” by Ellia Shootz

“Positive unity” by Thayimoni Dyani

“Winston Street” by Andrew Lienkamp

“Community” by James Voyce

“Jukebox Baby” by Heather Ann Martinez

“The Gated Community” by Bettina Karpathian

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