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The House With Green Shutters"I will own this house,"I say with pride,my pigtails dancing to childhoods new dream.Mother laughs at thisand I wonder...Why are my words so funny?"I own this house,"I say to my friends,showing them every room of my realized dream.It's perfect - like a fairytale in reality.The bright green shutters show the growthfrom wondering child to knowing adult."I owned this house,"I say with regret,standing outside of my short-lived dream.The shutters are faded and tired much like meand the word "Foreclosure" screams louderthan a child's longing to stay."I will own this house,"I say,promising myself what I did long ago.From years of abandonment in a sour economyits shutters are chipped and broken.Every day I imagine it and promise myself,"I will own this house."
A Heart of Gold: Ch 2"I miss you." All morning I'd been whispering those words to myself when there was no one else around. Now that I was at school I was only thinking them, and yet still I found my heart tighten every time. Joni had gone back to work nearly two weeks ago, and yet even though enough time should have passed I still found myself looking for her every time I came home.It was silly, I knew, to expect her to be there. I wasn't some little kid who didn't understand; I was a young adult who knew exactly what might happen when his sister went away. In so many ways I was sure that made it much worse.Dragging my feet I reached my locker, struggling to remember the combination. 29 4 18. Eighteen
Joni had only been eighteen when she'd enlisted. Why did it seem like that was so long ago? Hadn't it only been a year? I'd be eighteen in three years, and I could enlist then.But would I? A small voice inside me whispered, tearing at my confidence. Sure, I loved my country, but did I
ChivalryIt's been a long day, thought Ramona Carter as she hobbled slowly down the street.In her right hand she held a cane, carefully keeping her balance with each weary step as she continued down the sidewalk. Balanced in her left hand was a bag with a single jug of milk. She knew that she would have to go to the store again soon, but the half gallon was all she could manage to carry that afternoon.She stopped in front of a worn bus sign, smiling with relief as she set her bag on the ground. It would have been nicer had there been a bench at the stop, but Ramona had been standing at this very spot for decades. One more afternoon wouldn't kill her.While leaning heavily on her cane Ramona looked at her watch, an old fashioned model with a basic face. Reflecting cheerfully in the glass of the watch was Ramona, who smiled to see herself.Many people feared getting old, but Ramona had always embraced the experience. Her hair was short, curly, and white with a style to frame her face. Her face
I am Not a FeministI am not a feministbut I will wear what I like,I am not a feministbut I expect equal pay,I am not a feministbut I will choose who I marry,I am not a feministbut I will not be intimidated,I am not a feministbut I want to be safe,I am not a feministbut I expect the right to vote,I am not a feministbut I will own my own property,I am not a feministbut I want equality,But please understand me,I am not a feminist.
A Better World"This is Roger Lewis, bringing you the newest and most riveting news stories. Today has been an interesting one, with one story breaking after another. The National Population Agency reported that according to this year's census the birthrates have continued to skyrocket, with nearly a 135% increase since birthing laws first started taking effect back in 2011.Adoption and foster care agencies continue to put out a plea for new parents to become involved, and many are past their maximum capacity. They have asked that if anyone can spare even a little that they foster a child. Currently the food the agencies can provide is not sufficient for the number of children.In other news, the string of infanticides continues to rise. We take you now live to reporter Andrea Davids for a report on the most recent murder that took place yesterday afternoon.""Would you turn that racket down? I can hardly hear myself think."Leslie Brithe looked up from the television, quickly muting it. Lesl