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All I Have "N-no…. please… don't… I need to put dinner on the t-table for my fa-family." My grip on the knife tightened. "Hand it over, peasant!" I barked, taking in the man that cowered at his knees. The sack of grain that had been slung over his shoulder was now tossed on the ground and he clutched the money bag at his belt. "I swear I will cut your throat and let you bleed out on this country road, and I promise, no one will find you."All I Have
She kissed me good bye this morning, just like every morning. She's got lines around her mouth and crinkles from
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Indunian PrologueI was so excited. All the women in Halani had stuffed themselves into my brother’s hut to help me prepare for that night… my night. It was my Serani, the night I would be declared a woman, an official member of Indunian society. I was dressed up in all the finery the village could muster, my arms and legs weighed down by heavy, mis-matched sets of bangles. The henna my sister-in-law and distant cousins had painted in curly, confusing designs all over my skin was already beginning to smear with my sweat in the late afternoon humidity.Indunian Prologue
The women were singing, I was so nervous I couldn’t hear them, but I k
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Indunian Story Chapter 2“What do you want?” I was taken aback by the rudeness of the man who answered the door. Was the city so different from the West Corts that people thought it was alright to behave in a way that would have had their mother raw their hide in my village? Dota spoke up. “We are refugees. We were told we could find work here.” The man looked at us carefully. He gestured for us to enter the hut. “I don’t do my business outside.” I and Dota rushed into the little hut, holding our kashris over our hair. It was small, but our home in Halani could have fit inside it three times, so I was not one to juIndunian Story Chapter 2
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Fighter GirlListen to her warrior cries The little fighter girl with tears in her eyes Look at the hands balled into fists No one’s at home to make her feel missed Scrapes her knees as she falls in the mud Innocent face, crusted in blood Never again, she screams and cries As the last brother-warrior dies Clothes in tatters Nothing mattersFighter Girl
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