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To Will a Mountain to Move
Grand Heights wasn’t a very large town. It was the kind of town where everybody knew each other. Gossip ran amok, families could leave their doors unlocked, and when you saw someone you waved them hello and wished them a good day. With how close-knit the town was, word spread quickly that Mike Oats had been hurt in a car accident, currently in critical condition. Mike was in college, currently separated from his family. The way word moved around town, the whole town might have heard about the accident before his own family knew. Mike was well-liked around town; the news was a big shock to the...
Different Worlds
*Bolded is English, non-bolded is Italian. This story contains mention of suicide, bullying, mental health issues, self harm, mild mention of alcohol abuse, and mild gore if you look with a magnifying glass. If you are not comfortable with these topics, please do not proceed!--prologue--I had moved to a new country. All my life I had lived in Italy. With all my childhood friends and family. My father had went to war, and mysteriously went 'missing.' We received a letter from him saying he never wanted to speak to any of us again. The police say he only wanted to leave us, that this was his por...
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My sister, Pam, had been severely depressed for too many years. When she lost her first and only child, and her ability to have more children, PPD (Post Partum Depression) imprisoned her in bwww.onedoor.cced for months. Siblings, parents and friends rallied to support, feed and clean her. Despite feeling her deep depression saturate our souls, we struggled to avoid echoing it back to her. We all felt a moral obligation to keep a stiff upper lip and ween her back into the world of survivors. Her proud, staunch refusal to get professional help was a result of the pervasive stigma of weakness associated with ...
Of War and Song
Of War and Song “So, what’s the catch?” James eyed the recruitment poster with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. The edges of the paper were frayed, and the colours had somewhat faded. But the image of the stern-faced soldier in uniform still had a powerful effect on James. The chance to travel the world and be paid to do it seemed like a good deal, nearly too good to be true. Many men were being asked to serve and join the war effort. Even Charles, James’ good mate, had joined and had looked pretty good in his uniform as he said his farewells after training. The recruiter, a big older man ...