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Opinion by hgfan5602 posted 6 months ago
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When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality

They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope

When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying by their own hands every day.

Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will

When will love start?
The day we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away

When will our world change?
The day we love too much to kill
The day others' pain becomes our pain
The day we act instead of just talking about it

"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
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Article by Portia0623 posted over a year ago
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Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page

Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the bitter wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
Singing its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows

Joined by others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
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Fan fiction by BlondLionEzel posted over a year ago
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Issue #1

*Japanese Countryside School*

Teacher: Everyone, we have a new student here all the way from America.

Yuki: *Looks at her friend* I wonder who it is?

Yuki’s Friend: *Shrugs*

Teacher: Welcome our new student, his name is Nick.

Nick: *Walks in nervously, has black hair, a red baseball cap pale-ish skin, dazzling brown eyes, and a slim but muscular figure* Hello...

Yuki’s Friend: *Whispers to Young Yuki* Wow...this guy is cute...

Yuki: *Blushes* I kind of agree...

Teacher: Would any of you like to ask questions about Nick?

Yuki’s Friend: What is America like?

Nick: Well...it’s big...very big...I’m from a state called California, specifically a city named Davis.

Yuki: What is Davis like?

Nick: Davis is a very green town, with lots of family owned shops and bikes everywhere.

Souhei: *Watching, jealously*
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Article by sawfan13 posted over a year ago
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-Prologue_

The way I see high school is like one big shark tank, and I'm just that one little fish that tries to get by. I'm so fucking glad that I'm a senior. I don't have to deal with these dickheads and bitches anymore.

I escape my days of high school, dreaming about some hot newkid dropping by and staying, who's gay like me, and likes me. Or I go home, write erotic slash Undiscovered fan fiction and watch t.v, snuggling up with my husky, Sadie.

Being a boy in high school is hard enough, but being gay in high school in a small southern town is even worse. You don't know how many people come up to me asking me why I don't get saved or change my ways for God. I know God loves me. He's the biggest reason why I haven't killed myself or haven't gotten killed in this town already.

I stay in my room a lot. I usually draw really sexy pictures of Criss Angel or Taylor Kitsch just to pass the time, but I get really lonely. Mom is worried about me becoming a complete hermit, but I know that soon it will be time for college and I'll leave soon.
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Fan fiction by LorMel posted over a year ago
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My name is Emerald Dawn. I'm a 14 year old pre-teen girl...in case you couldn't tell by my name. I'm going to tell you a true story. The story on how I was the lone serviver in the attack of The Slender Man.
Everything I'm about to tell you, is real...be warned...

It was a cool evening in December, so cool that it was snowing.
I had my two best friends with me, a 12 year old named Anna, about to be 13 in a week, and her sister, Melody, turning 10 in 2 months.
Anna & Melody were playing tag in the backyard, I was making snow angles, when Anna got the idea to play hide-and-seek untill the sun sets. Melody thought it was great.
"Emerald," Anna said, "Wanna join us?"
I crossed my arms.
"You both know I'm horrible at hide-and-seek!" I whined like a 5 year old.
Melody chuckled.
"Alright suit yourself!"
They both ran off into the forest. Seconds after they'd gone running into the woods, something caught my eye.
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Article by kyranww posted over a year ago
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I cant believe that he gave me a detention. All i was doing was sketching my teacher on my textbook. I personally thought that it was pretty life like, but i guess he disagreed. My art teacher said I should work at my talent but then again i suppose she didn't mean during math.
Well i guess i should probably start to head to his room then, it is on the other side of the school and i have only twelve minutes to get there. As i walk along these old fashioned corridors i realize that the classrooms on either side of me are empty. But wait, that's not right its only fourth period there should be at least a few classes in this department, I'm pretty sure that Mr Ads's classroom is at the end of the math department and if i can get there with a few minutes to spare i'm sure that i might be able to finish earlier. The floor is shining in the sun light and although the linoleum floor has a nice clean quality to it the floor around the some of the doors seems to dimmer and it is almost like the shadows them selves are trying to crawl out of those rooms as the other rooms seem to glow with some unearthly light.
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Fan fiction by BlondLionEzel posted over a year ago
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Chapter 1

It was hundreds of years after Kara's transformation, but she was still a plant-human hybrid. For the years before this day, she was shown as an abomination of nature. In short, people poked, prodded, and threw things at Kara.

However, this day would turn out different...

Jeremy was a sixteen year old boy with black hair, brown eyes, and a smile that warm up even the most frozen heart. His father bought the mansion and garden for Jeremy as he was studying botany in college.

"I finally can have my own mansion and garden" Jeremy thought as he was driving down to his new mansion.

When Jeremy arrived at his new mansion, it felt...empty. Like no one had been there for years.

"Hello?" Jeremy asked as his voice echoed through the mansion. There was no immediate response, so Jeremy went inside.

The mansion was very large, but very unnerving. There were cobwebs all over the place, and every time you entered a new room, it felt like someone was watching you.
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Fan fiction by BlondLionEzel posted over a year ago
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Prologue

Once upon a time, there was a magician named Ricaver. He had a garden filled plants. Some were native, such as the Oaks and Elderberries. However, some of them were not known to the world, such as Mangoes, Lemons, and Pumpkins.

One day, an orphaned girl named Kara suck into his magical garden. Kara was actually quite pretty. She had brown hair, green eyes, and cutest giggle.

"Oh wow..." Kara gasped as she looked at all of the different types of plants.

Suddenly, Ricaver appeared in a blinding flash of orange light.

"WHO DARES SNEAK INTO MY SECRET GARDEN?!!" Ricaver roared as a strong gust of wind blew through the garden*

"I'm...Kara" Kara told Ricaver in a very freighted tone, "I just wanted to-"

"STEAL FROM ME?!!" Ricaver interrupted.

"No...I just wanted to see your plants..." Kara whimpered.

"My plants?" Ricaver thought out loud as he devolved an evil scheme.
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Fan fiction by BlondLionEzel posted over a year ago
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Prologue

I woke up. I couldn't see well, but I was able to see myself. I have grey fur, grey patches on my legs, paws, and tail, with a blue tip on the tail.

"Hello?" I called out. Gosh, I didn't think I knew how to talk.

"Yo! Are you alright?" A voiced called out to me. Someone was trying to find me!

"I...don't know" I responded.

"You don't know?" The voice responded. It was a white female wolf with purple eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked her.

"I'm Lilly. It's nice to meet you. Are you new?" Lilly asked me.

"Again, I don't know" I responded. I didn't know if this wolf was friendly or not.

"Okay...what's your name?" Lilly questioned me again.

"I think it was...something...I don't remember" I responded nervously.

"Something unknown?" Lilly asked.

"No...that's not my name. I think it was Unsung..." I responded.
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Article by alicia386 posted over a year ago
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Chapter 2 – Southern Belle Rule #14: Never Drink Alcohol
Jazmyn Langston stood in front of her mirror feeling defeated. Her auburn hair was braided to the side, but there were still loose strands. She wore ripped, faded skinny jeans and a tight fitting Paramore t-shirt that barely fit over her belly button with black combat boots. Nothing in her closet made her look as if she belonged. The images of the beautiful girl across the street made her grit her teeth and change her outfit for the third time.
The girl across the street wasn’t the only reason why she thought she didn’t belong in Brantley County. Everyone in the town dressed as if they were from a magazine. All the girls had perfect hair that wasn’t close to the frizzy disaster Jazmyn has to deal with every day. Their clothes were always neat and elegant. No one wore ragged skinny jeans and oversized graphic tees. When she walks down the street, she could feel scrutinizing eyes on her, judging her unkempt hair and sloppy outfits. It was awful being the odd ball from New York City.
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Article by alicia386 posted over a year ago
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Chapter 1– Southern Belle Rule #5: Dress Well and Presentable at All Times
    The plush pink carpet was starting to aggravate Cara in unimaginable ways. She remembered begging her mother for pink carpet years ago because all the girls in the neighborhood wanted pink carpet. When she got it, she had been the only with that color carpet. She remembered how proud she felt boasting to the other girls about how she was the first with pink carpet. Over the years, she realized how ridiculous the color pink was. Pink is for little girls and a week from now, she would no longer be a little girl. She will be an official southern belle. The carpet was jeopardizing everything.
    Making a mental note to herself to fix the carpet, she retreated downstairs to where she smelled blueberry waffles that told her that her mama was home. She moved a little faster until she reached the kitchen. Standing over the counter with a Southern Living Magazine in her hands, her mama munched on her waffles with her eyes intent on the magazine. Cara felt a little jolt of happiness in her bones at the sight of her mother. She was almost never home in the...
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Article by princess_lucy03 posted over a year ago
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On a starry sky
In the moonlight
At midnight
When I think of you
My heart beats faster
For there is no one like you
Who makes my day perfect
Make my body to go numb
Lose myself
And forever hold that smile on my face

Its true that we are
Now on our separate ways
With the promises aside
That we'll meet again
For again might also mean
The next moment
Or maybe never

You may move on
Find your perfect princess
In this imperfect world
But to me
You'll always be
My prince charming

And thus the question remains
Should I move on?
Should I forget?
Is this the destiny of my life?
Only time will tell
But until then
You'll hold a fragment of my soul
For my mind wants to move on
But my heart stays persistent
That you'll one day turn unto me

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Article by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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Talow knew he had failed. UFS soldiers were dieing around him as the Bellators struck them with everything they had. Raza had played him like a fool and Talow knew it. He held the plans to his chest regretting ever joining the army, he should have stayed away the first time he had gotten away. He watched as battalion V35, his battalion was turn to shreds as they tried to take on a group of Bellators larger then themselves. He watched them fall, blood smeared and broken. Luca stood fighting hard with a tall Bellator dressed in navy, a badge glistening on his own breast. I split second was all it took for him to be crushed and defeated. A split second as Luca had looked towards Talow, one question on his lips that Talow didn't need to hear. Why did you do it?

Taken a deep breath Talow reached into his pocket and drew out that tiny vial he had been carrying with him since day 1. The tiny vial with the clear liquid inside. It had cost his family a small fortune but it was worth it. Talow pulled the stopper out with his teeth, smelling the strong vapours as they poured out of the bottle. Talow spotted Raza and knew who his target was. Mustering up enough courage and...
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Article by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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Talow clutched the plans, watching his fellow United Flame and Sword soldiers as they shook their heads and muttered amongst themselves. He saw a few lower their swords and guns just to have them raised again after receiving looks from their superiors.
“You don't understand, if we continue the way we are this war will never end! We'll continue fighting with the Bellators until who knows when.” He looked towards Luca who wouldn't make eye contact with him. “You use fuel like it can be dug from the ground instead of traded for at the market. You don't see that everything is running out or already has.” He could feel the small vial of liquid he had taken from home digging into his side.
“Who suddenly made you the spokesperson for us?” One of the soldiers asked. A few nodded and looked at each other like they didn't know how to make a decision for themselves.
“I...” Talow spoke but was cut off by another soldier stepping to the front of the crowd. Raza.
“You speak like you know all. Like you're perfect and the rest of us are savage animals. Your family used the same things our families did before this all happened. They had automobiles...
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Opinion by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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Talow stood reading the task he had been given. It had come from the general of the battalions and recruiting so he couldn't object. He read the scrawled out message again:

Task #1: Thursday, August 3 ****
Recruit 003579-Dains

You are to report to the prison-holds this afternoon for your task of executing the captured victims from the villages of Dains and of the Bellator boy captured one day after. Failure to comply will result in serious penalty including but not restricted to:
Demotion
Reassigned
Imprisoned
Death

Talow swallowed as he pushed open the large doors, behind were the prison-holds. The air held a stench of sweat and blood that lingered in one's throat. He forced himself not to gag as he walked towards the three soldiers standing around a large desk. The desk was occupied by a large man who was giving one boy the death stare.
“You brought this upon yourself, failure to follow the rules has its consequences.” The man's fingers were inched towards a drawer in the desk, the boy in question watched silently. “Do you remember what it was you did?” The man sat forward, a wicked...
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Article by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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This was Talow's first mission, find the lab and take anything useful. He was geared up with his new group, battalion V35. Luca had done some sweet talking to his general which allowed Talow to be put with them instead of some other scouting group. When they had gotten to Nindell they hadn't stopped to allow for sightseeing so this would be his first chance to see what the war had done to the once pristine city.
“You ready to go?” Luca appeared behind Talow with his own gear in place and his badge shining on his breast. The rest of the battalion was behind him, along with the few boys Talow hadn't yet met; Walter, Ben and Phil, he reminded himself that he should try to remember their names if he was going to be fighting with them.

Once everyone was gathered Luca led them all out into the city. The air at first was hard to breath after being in head quarters with all the smog and what not but soon they their lungs adjusted. Talow walked beside Nico and Cyle who both seemed to know what they were doing.
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Article by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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The sun was sitting on the horizon as the troops of UFS reached Nindell. The air hung heavy as they trudged through the streets swamped with garbage, crumbling buildings and the occasional body. Talow stuck close to the group as he heard gunshots firing from the distance. The walked until they had reached the far end of the city. Talow could see a large hill with the jungle starting at the top and doors at the bottom. They marched up to these doors which opened to reveal a hidden building inside.
“Welcome to HQ.” Luca whispered in Talow's ear as he passed. Talow looked at the open area he was standing in as soldiers passed him and headed in different directions. He could feel the difference in temperature here, it was warmer and easier to breath inside then it was out in the city.

As he wandered, Talow noticed that a lot of the rooms in the building were open rather then small and closed in, this was allowing the air to circulate better and create a better environment. He watched a group of higher ranked soldiers taking the prisoners down a set of stairs to where he guessed was the basement. Not really knowing where to go, Talow found some of the boys...
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Article by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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Trudging along behind his group, Talow scuffed his worn boots against the packed trail leading away from his home. He had been given a uniform, a flame gun and a sharp looking sword of his own; including a brief crash test on how to use them. He was at the back of the line, followed only by the line of prisoners taken captive by the troops.
“I am so sorry, I didn't expect them to do that.” Talow said to one man at the front of the captive line. He was referring to earlier in the day when the prisoners had asked to stop and rest, they had been greeted with the captain of the troop ordering they to be whipped. Two of the higher ranked soldiers had taken their belts and beaten their flesh until it was bruised, Talow had watched on as the people he had known all his life were hit while he was treated like one of their own.

The whole group walked on in silence, sometimes veering from the path to hack a new way through the trees with their swords. Talow continued to watch the ground as the terrain became more treacherous. Vines snaked down from above while roots tripped them on the path. The sun could be seen peeking through the leaves high above, indicating...
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Article by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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Breathing hard beneath the shading leaves of countless exotic trees, Talow could hear the sounds of men shouting to each other and pain induced shrieks. He crawled behind a large trunk, peering back at the village; from here he could see what was going on. Neighbours, some of which he had had a good relationship with were being forced on their knees as men wearing pale gray uniforms tied lengths of rope around their wrists. Buildings were burning; livestock could be heard squealing as fire licked flesh.

Talow pulled back from his viewing point, taking inventory of his hastily thrown together kit. He had a blanket, some rope, a few tins of food, and the bag. He knew he had to go back to get a few other things, the only problem was the gray men wandering through the village, pulling families from their hiding places and forcing them down. Slinging his pack back over his shoulders, Talow inched along the edges of the jungle, careful to not be seen. He snuck pass a group of three or four boys as they crouched over a struggling body, dripping a foul smelling liquid over it. Where the liquid came in contact with the skin, bubbles could be seen forming and deep red patches...
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Article by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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The first rays of sun beat down on the scarred land, baking and scorching the already dry soil. Small clumps of crops grew here and there where there was enough to hold onto. From the small village, a scrawny rooster could be heard announcing the morning as people left the shelter of their huts, thanking whoever had let them survive another night.

Talow was like any other fifteen year old that was still alive and not recruited. He worked on the farm, if you could call it that, picking the weeds and making sure the village would have food. Shoving himself off the thin blankets, Talow got ready to face another day.
“Good morning, papa.” He stepped outdoors to see his father hooking up the mule to the old wagon. “Where are you going? The crops are not ready to harvest and we have nothing else to bring to market.” Talow helped his father buckle the straps around the animal’s thin chest.
“We need supplies.” His father said as he picked up his sack. “Your sisters are growing and will soon find husbands of their own, we can’t rely on them forever.” He wrapped the lead around his wrist and turned to lead the mule towards the neighbouring...
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Article by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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Gunshots fired across the streets as soldier upon soldier fell before their brothers; the blood seeped through the thin uniforms, offering no protection or comfort. The front line men had taken a beating, trapped in the city with the Bellators and cut off from their troops. Flames leap from between the buildings as reinforcements moved in with the flame guns, torching anything and everybody without the mark of the sword. Men and boys no older then ten could be heard screaming as the flames licked their skin and burning through the flesh. Battle had been going on all morning as battalion V35 and a few others were sent in to strike at the Bellators defences. Flame guns and swords against catapults and rifles, it was a suicide mission meant only to distract the main forces while the others snuck around back.

Luca lead his rapidly shrinking group inside one of the crumbling buildings; it looked to be from the Old Age as it still had thin windows and poorly insulated walls. The seven or eight boys still with him wiped blood from their faces and repositioned their guns, ready to go back in. Most of them were between the ages of twelve and sixteen with very little to no...
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Article by -SilverFey- posted over a year ago
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It's funny. We're so different. Me and Kein. He's so shy. Quiet. Introverted.

But I think I would die if I couldn't talk to people.

Even our mark. He is curious, true. But he's curious in a different way. He just need to know things, then he's fine. He just needs knowledge.

Me? I need to see those things. Be out in those places he reads about. I want to leave. Go somewhere else. See something no one's seen.

I wonder about the other planes. I want to see them. Travel there. Why can't we? The Faeries are clever. And magickal. They could let us.

Sometimes I don't like the Faeries. What they did. They made it impossible to find out your sexuality. I have liked two girls. Three boys. What does that mean? Am I bi? Gay? I don't know. Nobody really has a sexuality anymore. But we still say we do. But everyone is the same.

Maybe that's good. I don't know. I guess the Fae thought so. But I want to be different. Not like everyone. I want to be accepted, sure. Everyone wants that. But still an individual.
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Article by -SilverFey- posted over a year ago
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I have not been on here in about three months, and almost nothing has been posted, so I'm posting this, because I really don't want this club to die. :,)


I found my bond early.

Not exceptionally early. In eighth grade. I was thirteen; he was barely fourteen. And a matching mark appeared on our skin, meaning that he was my bond. He is my bond.

Our mark is made up of three dark black stars, charcoal black, pure black. The first one, the biggest star, is on both of our left breastbones, the second largest just under it and slightly to the left, and the smallest just a little lower down, directly under the first.

This year, tenth grade, I showed my mark to my teacher, Ms. Satari. She said since it depicts something that exists only out of this world, it probably symbolizes curiosity, the need to explore, the need to know things. I think that's accurate to describe us; I, and my bond.

His name is Mico, and I love him.
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Article by SweetHoneyBunny posted over a year ago
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Could you leave everyone behind for an unknown country? Fighting for your life and the freedom of others.

Could you train with fellow soldiers, have the will to push ahead? Through snow, rain, and mud; everything against you.

Could you stay strong as men fell around you? Bleeding, crying, dying in one anothers arms.

Could you carry wounded fighters missing limbs and crying in pain? Pushed past the breaking point never to return again.

Could you run headlong into gun fire as it picks off all of your friends?

Could you kill another soldier forced to fight for his country? With a family back home hoping for his safe return.

Could you join forces with each other to bring down the opposing force?

Could you forget about your loved ones waiting back home for you? Keeping a clear head as you rush into battle.

Could you come back home and suffer long after the final call? Leaving brothers, leaving sons in a far away grave to lie.
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Article by juliet98 posted over a year ago
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Julia beacame a women when she was 12. After she felt powerless for the first time in her little life. It was a sunny day, but in the hearts of the people it was dark. The country was entering in the war, and many youth had to prepare for the battle. Julia and her family, her mom, her dad, and her brother were having lunch. they were silent, Julia behaved badly, she argued with her brother and wanted him to desappear. Suddenly somebody knocked on the door. Her dad opened it and came back in the kitchen with a tall man they didn't know. He was wearing a dark coat and black boots. He talked with her parents for some time, and when they came out of the other room, her mom was cring and her father was torn apart and she couldn't help it. When the man went away, her parents told her that her brother Joe had to leave for a while. He was 15 and he had to go to the frontier and help the other young soldiers to win the war. Joe was terrified and the only thing Julia could remember was the face of her brother leaving with that man the day after. There were tears on his face. He gave his mother a long hug and kissed his father and smiled at her, she smiled back with all her love. When the...
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