Written by Miranda Le from Tarbut V'torah Community Day School, Vermont, USA She had always lived on a farm. At least, she knew she used to live on a farm. Things had been feeling rather strange lately; nothing was as she remembered. But then, she couldn’t trust her memory, either. Take the sparrows and the crows, for example. Always rasping, clawing, circling endlessly, those ghastly birds coughed up whitish lumps of half-liquefied grain—rancid, spongy offerings dropped at
Written by Liu Yiduo from Fengtan Middle School, Hangzhou, China The smoke of gunpowder has long dissolved into the mountain air, yet the wind that drifts across the ridge line still carries the cold, metallic tang of rust. The bodies of American soldiers lie strewn across the earth at every unnatural angle. Their fading moans weave through the gusts, rising and falling like the last withered leaves clinging to autumn branches—trembling, yet never quite falling to rest. On th
