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Patricia Wesley

Where have all the years Gone?

Patricia Wesley

I was angry at the world, at the war, and at those who had brought this sort of calamity upon us. I was angry that such a beautiful, soft-skinned girl looking like my own daughter had given herself away to an old man because of the times, had sold herself into slavery.

Here is where my little story becomes exceedingly painful for me to write. I drop to my knees and lift up the trouser leg of my baggy camo trousers. I exchange glances with Moose who sees my Glock and nods to me as if to say "yes". I pull the gun out of its snug ankle holster,

Glock for Sale

Aryan Kaganof

Aryan Kaganof
Kangsen Wakai


Rumours of War

Kangsen Feka Wakai

Three weeks after the invasion, my mother’s bruises had not healed. She had been kicked repeatedly in the shin the morning of the invasion when she tried to block soldiers from forcing themselves into their room.


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