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 We were born from a young mother She licked at us and smother We can't open our eyes until the end We can't see our mother until the end We're sorry for leaving her too soon Our bodies fade away like balloons But our souls always by her side like a moon Mother, please wait for us in the afternoon Now, we are in heaven With beautiful seven-eleven We will wait for you here Hope someday you will appear

  Hi, I am a little American-Korean Boy—a shy American-Korean little boy for real. Today, my mom usually tells me to go to school, a Korean middle school. “Ma’am, I hate school. I have already told you that I prefer homeschooling rather than this ordinary school,”  “Look, Vernon. Mommy always tells you to be brave, do not fear others’ opinions. You are special, yes, you are. Come on, my boy, wake up and get up to school,” said her and immediately left my room.  Yes, momma, I wish I can reply to her with this phrase. Jeez, I am a coward, ten-years boy. How can I even not to tell her this short phrase?   I do not want to be more cowardly, so I decided to do this boring routine again. I hope today is not going to be my new worst day again. I’m afraid if they will bullying me over yesterday. This is my second middle school this year, and I am so scared that I do not want that if I need to move again.  I do nothing in the previous school, but I was the only one...

  “ARGH” I fell from my bed, this incident made me wake up, and I should let my nice dream disappear. Then I brushed my teeth and looked at the mirror until I realized, “where am I?...” “Oh ya, this is Belle Toque, that grandma’s house.”  Today was my first day in South Korea, and also my first time far away from my home and my beloved country, Indonesia. I came here to continue my study. I live in a beautiful boarding house named Belle Toque, and I do not know why it has a European name when the ow, and Ir is a pure Korean. There should be three other girls in this house, and I do not know why they have not come yet.  Ding Dong Immediately I opened the door and saw a white woman standing upright in front of me. Without any smile and only saying “hi,” she passed me over and went to her room.  “What, she’s so rude,” I thought to myself.  Later, the bell was ringing again. This time, I saw a Korean woman. She smiled at me and shook my hand.  “Annyeonghaseyo.....

A tiny whiny hamster with golden brown white fur looked at me, and suddenly she said, “Hello Sasha.”. My eyes got more prominent, and my nape hair stood up. Little by little, my body approached the hamster to check once again if my sense of hearing was still functional. My head and his or her head only distance between three inches. She or he suddenly spoke also.  “Your sense of hearing is still functioning. Don’t worry.” Said the Hamster. “What the??? How can I understand your voice? I’m a human, not an animal.”  Without answering my question, that hamster went far from my desk. This moment made me doubt my identity. My hand subconsciously opened my white laptop exactly beside me, which was full of the sticker, and immediately my eyes searched for the web browser. My fingers quickly typed hoohle.com and searched for “What happens to us if we can hear animal sounds.” And boom, nothing. I found nothing. “why you so stupid,” Mumbling me.  Today was Monday, and the clock in ...

  On dark full thunder midnight, a woman stares at the monitor with full of doubt. She exhales and inhales her breath repeatedly. Her hair is already untidy since she scrambled it frequently. She also fixes the glasses up a hundred times while her fingers are still stuck on the keyboard. Her ring finger on the right hand is already stuck on the enter key, the key that will make her article be published. It has been twenty minutes since she is doing the same position as now.  “Oh, God, please give me a conviction to do this. I’m doing the right thing. The truth needs to be uncovered, right?” says her.  An article with the title “There are impostors in our government” is displayed on her pc monitor. After doing a quick consultation with God, her ring finger finally clicks the enter button. That in-depth article is already published. “Hah, finally,” sighs her. She already knows what variety of consequences will face her in the following few hours.  Three hours later, wh...