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Written by Amy Hou from Massachusetts, USA In that moment, he became the tank man. A single unarmed man, standing against the relentless machinery of oppression. Around him, the cacophony of voices rose, crowded with students shouting and blaming, while he stood alone, frozen in the center, his heart trembling. He watched the metal tank crawling inches closer, his mind a mix of fear and determination. He had never been one for politics, but today he felt different, important,

Written by Molly Gao from Shenzhen, China Today was, to Mr. Alex Atthis, the worst day of his life. Even worse than when his precious child swallowed a plastic strip, mistaking it for fish.  No, today was worse. Today, he’d been stupid enough to let his curiosity win. Here he was at a coffee chat about who-knows-what, and with, for heaven’s sake, species of birds different from himself, including the offensive oriental magpie robin and red-whiskered bulbul!  Alex glared at Co

Written by Hannah Xu from Massachusetts, USA Time has no spine here. It slumps, exhausted, spilling itself across bone and branch, its...

Written by Cynthia Li from China You were shooting hoops on the basketball court. I sat on the nearby grassland, watching you dribble the ball, then leap upward. Slowly, I shut my eyes, imagining myself standing on the Moon. I once thought about building a cabin in the moon crater, for it shields from wind and storm, feeling like the embrace of a loving mother. I took out my shovel and dug into the tough frozen surface, each piece shattering like brittle bones. Was the Moon f

Written by Charlie Li It is sunset, and shadows stretch through the windows left ajar, approaching my back as softly as time slips through my hands.   Like fog, he quietly slithers under shut doors, without me noticing until he is everywhere. It is useless trying to impede his approach. He walks secretly behind me, pale illuminating his last sight of loneliness on every pedestrian's face, begging anyone for their acquaintance. His ghostly face, almost swallowed by night, gaze