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Zero

The village was devoid of any sharp objects, even pocket knives were confiscated by them- the soldiers. We had nothing to go against them, they had a well-equipped arsenal, at least better than a bare-handed person. We lived in fear,... Continue Reading →

Slow, Cruel.

A knife was in me, the cold metallic sharpness was right next to my heart, just above the pulmonary veins. I was catching my breath, laying prostrate, looking into the ceiling would not work, I had to do something. My... Continue Reading →

Rapists

The droning sound resembled the uncanny appearance of them. I hid behind those couches, hoping they would be gentle with me this time. The house, shelter, was not locked nor secured because my parents were in debt with them, and... Continue Reading →

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