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“There is this island” by John Steckley

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There Is this IslandThe Island There is this island. Actually, it is barely, technically, an island, surrounded by the two main streams of a usually sleepy river. But there are two bridges that join the island to what the locals call ‘the mainland.’ They have long called those living on the other side of those bridges “mainlanders”, but since the Diana Galbadon books and the popular television series, they started labelling them ‘outlanders’. There is a main street that links both bridges. Newly-licensed mainlander t...

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“Help.” by Elaina Goodnough

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Humanity is cruel and prideful. An unkind scattering of dust in the air. For that is what we are in reality, dirt. Dirt that only deserves to be trodden on. I know this from experience and I should not be hurting anyones feelings, because I say this as a human as well. I just didn't think that people, all the same yet so different, would come to the level of hurting their own kind. It seems as if we are bored with hurting all others, and decided to stoop to this level. I am ashamed.In the world's eyes my two friends and I are in need of bein...

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“WE ARE THE EGGS YOU DIDN'T EAT” by Andrew Grell

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WE ARE THE EGGS YOU DIDN’T EAT“How do you know that’s what it says?” Old Blond didn’t trust pigeons any more than he could catch one, as if a squirrel would want to eat a dead bird. That was for dogs.“First of all, grounder, what’s your observed delta on nuts?” Smooth, an almost pure white bird, was all business.“We both know what that is, dinosaur. Probably a little less negative than yours, but you have two sources, seed and bread.”“We don’t really like bread, you know. I’d like to shit all over whoever first said, ‘thr...

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“Do you remember ” by Phil Manders

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Do you remember.Hey Brother,Mum told me when I was born you were so excited to find out you had a baby brother. She said you would creep up to my cot when I was asleep and just stare at me. She said you were so gentle, stroking my hair. You would sing nursery rhymes to me when I cried. And you would bring me your toys and leave them in my cot. She said she knew we would always be ok because we were brothers. She said you were like my guardian angel.Remember back when we were kids? I was five, you ...

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“Sofia ” by Sandra Claros

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- Hey beauty! Come - and the great-grandmother Sofía from the height of her ninety-two years - those who according to her, were "very well lived, with a lot of food, a lot of drinks, parties, and everything next to the great love of my life. I have absolutely no regrets! And point (to which I put the comma) Before turning my gaze, she had already grabbed my arm, holding on to her inseparable golden-handled cane that shone less than her bright smile from ear to ear. - Can you help me comb my hair? I c...

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“the preface of the fall that cracked the egg” by Derek Brown

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Their army was approaching the hub of a farming community. It was on the outskirts of one of the larger villages. On their way to defend against an undisciplined, chaotic, army of all manner of goblinoids. They would have a semblance of a proper battle, and all that it entails, which was promised by the commanders of the enemy army. The generals chuckled to themselves each time they thought about the goblin promises.Most of the farmers they past paid them no mind, some looked up to see them, but never for very long, going back to their work ...

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“Brothers Forever” by Rishab Gupta

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Kernigan woke up to find his room messed up from yesterday’s play date with his friends. His head seared with pain. The 7 year old boy got out of bed and tried to avoid the obstructions from his path to the bathroom. He stumbled over his toy car and fell face flat on the carpet. It did not hurt much though. Kernigan groaned. He sleepily stood up and headed towards the bathroom. He came out of the bathroom and kneeled down. He picked up a portion of his toys and tossed them into his basket. He looked at his alarm clock. Today was Sunday. Tha...

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“Part of the Change” by Robyn Jipp

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God, I'm nervous. I'm so nervous.I've never been to a demonstration before, and never thought I would be the kind of person to go in for all that. But the murder of George Floyd was the straw that broke this camel's back. I refuse to sit idly by any longer and watch my brothers and sisters be treated with blatant inhumanity and injustice.Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against white people. I have nothing against cops either, for that matter. But if I don't at least do my part to speak out against this inexcusable crime then I can't claim...

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“Flock” by LeighAnne Ferreol

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We stay together. It’s the way of sheep. We know what the humans say. They think we are stupid, that we all follow one mind, but this isn’t true. We sheep have discovered the power of numbers. We understand what it means to stand by each other. We are weak alone, but together we are strong. There are no wolves on the farm, but we are always cautious. When the farmer feeds us we eat in a group, it is safer to hide in a mass than to be exposed. Our strongest and fastest are the ones who line the outside, they are more capable of fleeing and fi...

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“Heroes of the New Era” by Alice Agraan

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I was longing for light in the middle of darkness. The four corners were embellished of scary silence. I was inside, alone, and sad, thinking of tomorrow is still in chaos. Or maybe, I am still alone, desperate to see what is outside this jungle. I am only with the time, but good for it because it is running, and I was just steadily glued in this soft lovely bed. The last time I knew was the chaotic war, unended firing, loud and clear sound of innocent angels, asking for help, praying for peace, and begging for their life like they owe it fo...

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“We Stand Together” by Stephanie Postma

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We stand together.I am the one you observe on the streets, but never truly see. You wave, give a nod, talk to me about my day but you don’t see the face beyond the mask. You don’t see my family, my pains, my joys, my sorrows, or my fears. I am a body to serve your needs. I am nameless, one among hundreds. Indistinguishable from the others. We stand together.But I see you. I see your clenched fists. The way you turn your children away and speak of my kind in hushed words. I am the one you curse for the unpaid bill, the consequence at the...

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“His Name's Robin” by Itxy Lopez

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The lawyer was talking. I looked at him, tried to pay attention, but I only caught a few words: video, dead, protests, fight this, stay inside. They went in through one ear and out through the other. There was only enough space for three words in my brain right now. They were loud and unforgiving. They played on a loop, in his voice. In Robin’s voice. They— “Amaia,” mamá said. I turned to her. Blinked away the thoughts and the video that I couldn’t pause.“Hmm?” I said. She was giving me that be respectful look: her eyes slightly widene...

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“A second-quality shoes. ( based on a true story)” by Vitto De Leone

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This morning Antonio, the director of the Children's Home, as always got up early. There was a lot of work like every day. As he left his room, the man passed through the dining room. The smell of the rice stew reminded him of his childhood. Two girls were serving the tables for breakfast. Soon the children arrive, as always very hungry. Later, Antonio visited the dairy. The women were boiling the milk in the huge pots. Children need calcium and good food. The future of ther health is built now. At least they will have fresh milk and cheese....

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“The Loneliest Time Ever” by MaureenJ Poutoa

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THE LONELIEST TIME EVERIt was March 22nd 2020, Annabelle had just heard about the epidemic that was spreading around the world. She had just come back from a retreat which she had enjoyed a lot. She hadn’t seen anyone of her friends that she knew for such a long time, she knew the retreat was a time to catch up with all her distant friends. She was excited and so happy to see her friends. But she didn’t show how much that she cared because she was not sure how to express herself in front of quite a few Ladies. It was a holiday she ...

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“Nizhoni” by Angel Brookins

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Nizhoni sat in the middle of the small living room, her eyes glued to the TV screen. A war raged within her, between horror at the violence and exhilaration fueled by hope that this all may lead to a series of serious government reforms. The protest was spurred by yet another case where police brutality was excused and innocent people died. These events had always happened, but with the ability to share anything with the world while it was still happening, they became part of the public awareness much more quickly.'...

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Write a story about solidarity.

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✍️ 53 stories

“There is this island” by John Steckley

“Help.” by Elaina Goodnough

“WE ARE THE EGGS YOU DIDN'T EAT” by Andrew Grell

“Do you remember ” by Phil Manders

“Sofia ” by Sandra Claros

“the preface of the fall that cracked the egg” by Derek Brown

“Brothers Forever” by Rishab Gupta

“Part of the Change” by Robyn Jipp

“Flock” by LeighAnne Ferreol

“Heroes of the New Era” by Alice Agraan

“We Stand Together” by Stephanie Postma

“His Name's Robin” by Itxy Lopez

“A second-quality shoes. ( based on a true story)” by Vitto De Leone

“The Loneliest Time Ever” by MaureenJ Poutoa

“Nizhoni” by Angel Brookins

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