November 2011
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April's Child
I hadn’t met my true father until the Revolution. The corners of his mouth became deeper while he lifted his lips and his face was brighter than white. When he carried me outside on his shoulders everyone looked the same. Later I learned it was an infection spreading beyond the country’s borders. They called it change, then. I never knew a song could free a Nation.
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Dirty Pants
Birds were chirping outside. In the room it was becoming night: – I’m tired of washing your pants. You need to be more careful when playing. - She yelled, while scrubbing. Once he left, silence stood there - the birds and his mother too, waiting for him. The night came back, as usual, but he didn’t
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Stain
My parents tried to abort me, but it was too late. I survived despite their shame. Gestation lasted a minute. The womb was ready, so hot I boiled. My birth was premature. A slip in a split second and I had a name to be cursed. She was distracted and he went unnoticed. Now they blame the unwanted child. I am a stain in a white dress, source of embarrassment and sorrow. I shall never be ignored.
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E-learning
After choosing a topic you can press the underlined text for definitions. Topic: MacDonald’s Past the golden arches everything seemed colorful to the random passerby. The uniforms that this corporation had its employees wear made them feel jaded. The old school clients and the tinfoil hat users, however, know that a much sinister pickle took place in that site. Fifty years ago… Would...
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Survival
They nearly killed us in the sixties. We were made Public Enemy Number One. Everyone was informed about our weaknesses. They shattered our homes and tried to run away from our vengeance. A black hole in their tactic was our ally. They wandered in scientific debates, losing momentum for global actions. We were slaughtered, but it made us flourish. We raced. What else could anyone expect? Our name...
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Darwin's New Toy
He traded the rainbow suit for a dress. It baffled Darwin, I’m sure: - How could a multicolored shark exist and - even more puzzling - why did it evolve into a Mermaid? The answer relies in Science-Fiction.
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“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
– Eleanor Roosevelt
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Do you have photos of people smiling and/or...
#Smilography project wants your #photos of #smiles & #laughter at http://smilography.tumblr.com/ (check tumblr for details).
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Who am I?
When the sunlight fades and the moon replaces the sun, a little boy starts to shiver. In the school’s backyard the wait for his mother ends just a few seconds before the last ray shines through the clouds. If the traffic wasn’t so deafening one could have heard him sighing, from the backseat, wishing he could control time and the four seasons. - And why not the world instead? The words...
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Erasmus gone wrong.
We had to face the consequences. We murdered a teacher. That was the only known crime in Belusa. If we were in the Milky Way we’d be safe, but here we are facing death penalty. Our story begins with a day, like every one’s does in this alley. It was our first stay in this system. We’d been brought by our mothers to have a proper education, as they said. They didn’t spare...
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Bittersweet
I’m bittersweet when I wake up. Soft and slow. My voice is on play: I wake up everyday. When I suddenly do it’s all harsh and bleak. My eyelids start to open while my body remains silent. I uncover myself from the sheets of depression in a slow dance with my mind. Everyday. Surrounded by walking corpses. Talking corpses. Non-stop talking. They shatter the stories I lived while asleep from my...
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Shattered Dreams
I hate waking up in the morning. I don’t know why. All I can do is guess. I don’t hate the sunlight. I don’t hate the birds I hear twittering amidst the urban noises. I don’t even hate the people I can see, from my window, walking onto their business. It’s nothing like that. I guess I just hate waking up.
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It is a hard task, to wake up. You have to quit...
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Revenge
I lost my senses after your last words. When I woke up I felt pressure breaking my chest. I opened my eyes and couldn’t see past my body. I was running down a dark abyss, surrounded by water and deadly fauna. I was sinking so slowly a snail could surpass me and win the race – if there was one. Your revenge was bittersweet. You left me for dead with an oxygen container. I appreciate the irony...
