Pandora's Ink Digital Magazine

Written by Yuze Zhu from St. George's School, Rhode Island, USA In 2022, the beginning of the Russia-Ukraine War marked the start of a new era of warfare technology. The term “drone warfare” was suddenly seen in headlines about this conflict in publications across the world. Inexpensive small drones went from being used by civilians for taking pictures and bringing pleasure to being transformed into mass-produced killing machines. Yet new technology brings new pollution and w

Written by Yao Wang from Union County Magnet High School, New Jersey, USA The Harlem Hellfighters, designated the 369th Infantry Regiment, were a unit composed entirely of Black troops that fought in World War I. After spending more days in combat than any other American regiment, they would return home to a segregated and hateful America, and it was only decades later (well after their deaths) that their heroism was finally recognized. The title of this story comes from the

Written by Sophia Zarrinkoub from Groton School, Massachusetts, USA Characters: FAITH: A 13-year-old second-generation Iranian-American girl. Sheltered from the world's traumas and conflict, attached to her phone, often self-conscious, defensive, and headstrong, but curious and sensitive inside. An only child. DAD: Faith’s dad, an Iranian immigrant. Emotional, wise, and resilient. Carries past trauma, struggles to connect with his daughter but cares for her deeply. A hard-wor

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

Written by Iris Zhu from Deerfield Academy, Massachusetts, USA Holes dot the earth like the lotus plant: wide-mouthed and eager. Beneath the dirt, there are girls with petals in their hair. When the rain falls next year, I think they will flower. The mothers arrive in flocks like carrion birds circling the dead. There is nothing to scavenge but limbs and schoolbags packed that morning. They shake pictures of their precious girls in front of cameras: Look at what you took fro