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What is more deadly than a storm? Lightning striking, thunder rolls The rain pelt down and the wind howls T..

When the tight knots turn to loose strings, The bird learns to flap his wings Taking to the sky for the first ..

Freedom. Freedom at last! Flying away from your chains And he had thought that you were trapped! Could..

He holds his daughter’s hand And says everything will be okay. As she looks into his eyes She knows h..

My name is Carla my nametag says. I walk briskly to the selection room, stopping briefly to check that my pressed un..

It’s easy to make one mistake. To cross that line from good girl to the one who isn’t a sure thing. And..

I made it. I’m chosen. People swarm me, congratulating me. But the one person that I wanted to have there the m..

Told in the perspective of two twins

I have two days left. Two. I’m not sure whether I should be sad or relieved. In two days, I’ll be somewhere b..

Miles and miles of walking later, we step off of the barley visible path. They lock me in a crate with steel bars...