They want us to have poverty. But we have each other. We have each other and that means that we have power. We can't let them know that we have power, not ever. Because if they know, then they'll destroy us.
This is not a story. It is a real life collection of facts about what will happen if humanity does not stop the climate catastrophe.
These are the experiences that defined me. The experiences that made me who I was. The times of kindness and compassion and care that taught me the lessons that I value most deeply, that can teach you much as well.
The Young Lightning Rehabilitation takes the most problem of youths and turns them into good citizens. It makes the most troubled of rebels into compliant and obedient pieces of society.
The little girl with dragon wings who works at the dress shop is silent, obedient, and most of all, loyal. She always does all the work asked of her without complaint or question. Nobody sees what's truly inside. Not even her. But one day, she meets
So i had a dream. Two young men, one escaping terrible exploitation and one escaping terrible luxury, meet. They set of on their individual journeys to change their lives.
Our mother's body mutilated. And with her humanity is mutilated. Without her we cannot be.
Msitu and Harmony Ametsenya are two impoverished orphans trying to navigate a world ruled be greed, selfishness, and ego. In a world where most people don't give a second thought to the people below them, Msitu and Harmony are among the lowest.
A young man and an old man are talking. But the truth lies in all that is left unsaid.
Azania spent most of her life without her family, with only smug and haughty masters as company. But she was a rebel through and through and through and through. She escaped into the Forest and was welcomed by its embrace.
Listen, children, here is the story of the first winter. ——— This is a story I made up it's not a folktale or something.
The city is beautiful and glittering under the shine of the sun. But everyone knows of the people living underneath the city, in their subterranean world. The girl from the comfort of the world above doesn't know much about the world below.
My name is Mihu. I was a peasant farmer. I was taken from my home. I ascended into godhood when I died. But even as a god there was only so much I could do. And the baby who was born under the light of the moon? It’s clear to see she needs me.
There was a servant girl who was the mother of the king's son. There were many other women who were the mothers of many saccharine children. And somewhere in the reality between realities, there were four women creating.
Two worlds, placed in stark opposition with each other, placed intimately nestled close to each other. The world of hunger, thirst, sickness, and need. The world of luxury, comfort, pleasure, and contentment.
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