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• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  This Is War

  

  By lilqingting, San Jose, CA

  Now she knew it, she knew the feeling of utter desolation. It was terrifying, that knowledge that if she fell, there would be no one to catch her. Everyone had failed her, left her drowning. There was only one thing to do: erect walls, pull up the drawbridge, and ready the archers. This was war, eve...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  All Before Ten

  

  By lilqingting, San Jose, CA

  The distant drone of engines set the stage. The station was quiet yet restless. The few waiting for the subway tapped their fingers, their feet, and anything else within reach. There was a feel of tension in the air, as if there were a storm brewing in the air, right out of reach. Quiet murmurs inte...
• Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
  Bazaar in Uzbekistan

  

  By lilqingting, San Jose, CA

  Walking down the street, you don't know how it happens – but it just happens. You're in the Qato'rtol bazaar. Looking back, there is no clear boundary where the street shops end and the bazaar begins. It's chaos, and it's beautiful. In front you see the archways – the entrance to the bazaar ...
• Opinion > Discrimination
  The Bride

  

  By lilqingting, San Jose, CA

  I’m ushered into the dimly lit room. On all four walls hang exquisitely decorated costumes. They tell me the bride made all of these herself. That’s a lot of work for one person to do. We are motioned to sit down on the carpet. I can smell the pungent odor of lamb fat, sweat, and cheap perfume a...
• Poetry > Ballad
  The Wind Blows

  

  By lilqingting, San Jose, CA

  The wind blows, but we cannot see. The treetops rock to the silent song. The wind blows, but we cannot see, The reeds sway to the mute beat. The wind blows, but we cannot see, The kites dance to the quavering call. The wind blows, but we cannot see, The grass bow to the overwhelming flo...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Death Has Run Away

  

  By lilqingting, San Jose, CA

  Deep breath, deep breath All will be okay Please say that death Is gone; she's run away. Eyes of gold have lost their shine, No fire bright will ignite mine. On a caravel he's gone, How will I ever carry on? No hand to hold When I am cold. No love to share Without him there...
• Art /
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  The Bride

  

  By lilqingting, San Jose, CA
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  The Villager

  

  By lilqingting, San Jose, CA