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What is this? The land is ravaged from constant war. The trees I once knew, the houses I once found comfort in Gone. Destroyed. Lost forever. Never again shall the warmth of love be shared here. Never again can we come back without war torn memories. There is only death in these lands. And the paranoid feeling that you could lose your life At any moment. Day or night, asleep or awake, it matters not. As the bullets fly by and the ground shakes from explosions We are all crying inside, begging for this to stop. When we signed up We had values and knew what we were fighting for. The dead were lucky. They died thinking it was worth

The Life of Andrew Linus and Rachel Holly Chapter 1 – The Beginning September 1, 2005 – Tuesday Hello Journal. My name is Andrew Linus. I am 6 years old. I have black hair and I have really dark coloured eyes. Sometimes my friends don't like to look at my eyes because they are scared of it. I don't like it when they don't want to look at my eyes because I don't think I'm scary. This is my first journal entry of the year, and Ms. Stynes says we will write here every few days to reflect on what we do every day. I am very excited for this year, because my older brother told me I will learn to read and play lots of games. My favori

01. We met at the singles' line at the amusement park. "Looks like you have no one to ride with either, huh?" he asks. I nod and back away shyly. He takes a step closer. "Look! It's our turn!" he says, and before I can argue I'm led to the very front row of the roller coaster and buckled-in tightly. The straps feel like shackles and suddenly it's hard to breathe. He notices my anxiety and smiles. I notice that the right corner of his lip is raised slightly higher than the left. "Don't be scared," he reassures me as the trains makes its slow climb up the metal rails. He smiles asymmetrically again. "Take a chance." I want to tell him I t

Once there was a girl who was in love with the night sky. She had visited planetariums and read children's books on astronomy. She had learned to identify nineteen different constellations and would always look for them on dark, clear nights. She had gotten her father to stick glow-in-the-dark stars and planets to her bedroom ceiling. She had eaten freeze-dried astronaut ice cream and thought it tasted better than anything else in the world. As time passed the girl began to learn about the universe, about things like asteroids and black holes. Little by little she came to know the invisible forces that governed outer space, and the night sk