Pandora's Ink Digital Magazine

Written by Angela Su from New Orleans, Louisiana, USA We speak of unity, but our streets surge with scattered screams and footsteps that rattle office tower glass. Clammy hands clutch paper signs– creased, weathered, sweat-damp. Cracked lips form words lost somewhere in the noise. Steady feet pound, in unison, against earth’s tired bones. The air, aroma thick with cardboard, tear gas, and smoke– but does anyone call this division? We speak of justice, but the scales tilt slow

Written by Daniel Xu from Shanghai, China and Montreal Canada On a quiet night with the moon the only thing to shine through the darkness, Lukas signed his name in spray paint. He positioned it carefully under his artwork of a bird tied to the ground by chains. Upon its completion, he joined thousands of voices speaking against Soviet rule in East Germany. Graffiti seemed the only way to express a contrary viewpoint without being imprisoned. “HEY! YOU!” A police officer spott

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,