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Made in China: Girl and Box
The young girl looks up from her work, pausing for a second, taking a look around herself. The factory is crowded, full of young girls and boys, all hard at work. Some assembling little boxes, others drawing basic patterns on the same little boxes. They do not know what the boxes will contain, none of them have a clue, but they all know that these boxes will contain foreign objects, and they will go to foreign countries. It will say that they are made in China, and they know this because they are Chinese, they are in China and they are making these boxes.
Or will it really say “Made in China”? She feels an old anger well up inside, boiling from the pit of her stomach, growing in strength until she feels like she needs to vomit. She suppresses the reflex, noticing that she has hunched slightly, and looks around her in panic to see if anyone noticed that she has stopped assembling her boxes. No one has noticed, no one else has stopped. No supervisor is currently looming over
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The World
A crazy thing made up of love, dreams, hopes, strife and wishes.
Explosions, misery, steampunk, bigotry, naivety. Awful and wonderful things bound together.
All as one, all striving forward.
All propelled by the force of life.
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The Boy and Mother Fox
Author's note: This text is not written with the intent of being sad, but it is a sad text. You have been warned.
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Skinny legs with naked feet running through forest, negotiating rocks, moss, tree stubs and the rough surface of fallen firs struck down by storms and their lives ended once and for all as nature intended and at the exact right time. Whispers of creatures now only living in distant imagination and hidden away memories, voices carried through leaves and gentle pillow like greenery covering the ancient faces of jagged rocks. A pounding heart, a red hot noise searing through his young skull drowning out all conscious thought, and making way for the subconscious fears which are securely tucked away out of reach.
Out of nowhere it appears.
Dead.
Stopping suddenly, nearly tumbling over an obtrusive branch. Skinny hands being pressed to ears just slightly too large, the proportions of a child, closing his eyes tightly and screaming from the bottomless sorrow in his s
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Literature
The Art of Herding a Lion that is a Cow
A sharp comment on the intercom, Ma'm, we've got a situation in the basement. She raised her eyebrow at the statement and chuckled inwardly, they never called on her anymore. What do you mean a situation? You always claim there's nothing you can't handle, did your pride suddenly run out, sir? His voice was cool and filled with disapproval at her attempt at humor, There's... you'll see when you get there. Your expertise is required. The intercom hissed and crackled as the unit on the other end terminated the connection. She sighed and started walking down the stairs to the basement.
The steps are low and deep. For every step you venture down the stairs to the basement, you only actually descend an inch, although each step is a foot and a half deep. The stairs are of no particular width, the descent takes you through a corridor of average spaciousness. The stairs are inadequately lit, although sufficiently so that each and every creature can barely make out where to
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Literature
She, he and it.
Author's note: The pronouns in this piece distinguish between the characters. "She" always refers to the same character, so does "he" and "it". They never mingle. Thank you for reading, enjoy.
As the cold metal touched her chin, she raised her head and closed her eyes, in the same moment she smiled and a tear escaped from the corner of her left eye. She then opened her big blue eyes and spread hear arms wide, palms facing the night sky which was so filled with stars and so clear that you could see the Milky Way. She could feel the beating of hooves upon it as the celestial horses, glimmering with all the colors of nothingness, made their way traveling with the dead, leading their way so that they would not lost their way among the billions upon billions of possible paths.
For the first time in a very long time she could breathe, just as her life was about to end. She spread her sharp, icy wings and felt frost break off into the air from each one of the minute crystalline icicles. Final
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The dog: For you I keep chasing the ball.
Playing, running. A ball. ”Ball ball ball ball, yes, please give me the ball. Throw the ball. I will chase it for you, I promise. Always together with you. Do you promise?” A dog, a friend, met at the edge of the forest by chance one spring day. Then young, then he was a mere puppy, lost by his mother. Found and taken in by a father who had a son, a bright child with brown eyes, olive skin and black hair.
The edge of the forest, the field by the edge of the forest. Vast, filled with flowers, lush, occupied only by the three trees which dare brave the open space, resiliently and resolutely standing there through the seasons, enduring rain, snow and wind. Together we stand strong.
The field where the boy teaches the puppy to play fetch, tirelessly and with infinite excitement throwing the ball until the puppy understands that he will be rewarded with treats in exchange for the ball. The same field where the dog reminds the young man how to be a boy, to partake in caref
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I had a brief stint where the stories wanted to be written, but it ended and now I sit staring at the computer screen with no luck. I don't really write stories, they write themselves with me as their medium.

I guess there's just nothing to write, not even in this journal.

Take care.

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