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Food for the Soul
There were once two sisters who lived together with their large family. Every year they came together to remember the people they've lost. They remembered all their deceased relatives and friends, even pets. They called this time the Ghost Festival. This festival lasted for one whole month. During this time, the door between the two worlds opened, allowing ghosts to come back and visit the living. To honor the spirits, families would leave out food for them. They wanted them to live happily in the next world. The last thing you want is a hungry ghost coming back and haunting you.
Perhaps this was why they moaned, thought one of the sisters.
The First Civilization MythIt is said that an ancient race, called the First Civilization, once inhabited this world, appearing as gods to the humans they created and guided. These beings, human in figure, advanced in knowledge, terrible in power, created fantastic cities, the like of which have never been seen again on this planet. Their time, one of terrible war, was a period of chaos; a dystopia.
The First Civilization (also known as the Precursors) used the humans as domestic laborers. Eventually, ignorant and fearful, the humans rebelled. The Precursors had terrible power in the form of the pieces of Eden, fantastical artifacts that could control the minds of the
Escola VidaDizem que a vida é uma escola e após alguns ocorridos em minha vida, tive uma pequena luz, um raciocínio que vou partilhar aqui com quem tiver a paciência de ler
Chegamos ali, nessa escola integral com um nome curioso, Vida. Nela existe apenas uma professora, que também é a diretora, e coincidentemente chama Vida. A Sra Vida passeia por entre as carteiras e, de alguma maneira, você descobre que ela está te observando mesmo quando não conseguimos ver.
E o que fazemos nessa escola? O que fazemos em qualquer outra, estudamos. Estamos lá para aprender, porém a Sra Vida &ea
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Cierra, 2005seven year-old prey
for juvie girls
eleven and thirteen
with sloppy hair
and sloppy clothes,
bragging about broken noses
bloody faces, and the places
they were forced to go
as though it even mattered to me
in the wake
of a seven year old crying
because iron plated hearts
don't know how / don't care to stop
forgotten little girl
i took her in at 12
when the nurses and the techs
could not break us apart
little girl with a broken heart, she
told me that her parents
didn't want her
why are you so nice to me
she asked when i talked down the angry giants,
and i said aloud, i said to her
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
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