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C3P0 & Juliet OR Is YOUR Droid Suffering From Romanticizations? CALL US NOW!!! YOU May Be Entitled to Compensation! By: Ward Wizzordly Edited by: Jelayna Arbour INT. MOS EISLEY CANTINA Continue Reading →
It is early Dawn, when the warm breath of the sun just begins to kiss the frosted blades of grass and mellow branches of pine trees. Like mirror images, the Continue Reading →
Lewis had the distinct privilege of loving his grandfather and of living rather close to his creaky square house perched upon the rim of the river valley: a faithful, weathered Continue Reading →
The winds make me weary, as if everything all at once would be turned up and taken. The children love it, the leaves circling and tickling their small faces. Fall Continue Reading →
Nkechi was only four when she became an orphan. Like most children her age, she was without a care in the world. She spent her time playing pretend in the Continue Reading →
For all the Niitsitapiiks, The Real People who never had the chance to heal. It’s strange how our earliest childhood memories are like flashes of images stored in our Continue Reading →
Once upon a time, I was a kid. When I was growing up, I was a kid. Sometime after my eleventh birthday, and I was in grade 6, my mom Continue Reading →
I ride in the back seat of a freightliner. I try to lie down, spread my weight across the seat and absorb the rough bumps of the road. The Continue Reading →
I learned everything I need to know about teaching from one child. For the sake ofprivacy, we’ll call him Landen. I got a new bus driver when I was in Continue Reading →