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I was fourteen years old when I was told that I would be married. 1 / I remember sitting on a palm tree stump in the open sun in the heat of summer, my warm, sticky face turned a burnt reddish brby Stephanie44 800 words, 2 comments, on Jul 8 7:25 PM 2008
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A 1960's Volkswagon van painted orange and converted into a mini-bus bumped along the half-paved road through the gypsy village, along the route across the border from Hungary to Romania. 1 / Atby Stephanie44 600 words, 1 comment, on Jul 2 12:05 AM 2008
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A 1960's Volkswagon van painted orange and converted into a mini-bus bumped along the half-paved road through the gypsy village, along the route across the border from Hungary to Romania. 1 / Atby Stephanie44 600 words, on Jul 1 11:55 PM 2008
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Mid - 1980's, near Da Nang, South Vietnam1 / Thuy died around the time that An was born.2 / Their father Thang Van Nguyen was walking under the bare nakedness of theby Stephanie44 700 words, on Jul 1 11:54 PM 2008
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Mid - 1980's, near Da Nang, South Vietnam1 / Thuy died around the time that An was born.2 / Their father Thang Van Nguyen was walking under the bare nakedness of theby Stephanie44 700 words, 1 comment, on Jul 1 11:02 PM 2008
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This is about a family in Syria, the first chapter of a to-be longer work.by Stephanie44 7100 words, 3 comments, on Mar 26 12:07 AM 2008
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I remember watching Layla – the fat girl with round green eyes like olives, so big like the size of coins – hit Sami and put him away in the other room. 1 / "The rascal!" she would yell, poundingby Stephanie44 7100 words, on Mar 26 12:06 AM 2008
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I.1 / I was lying restlessly in bed that night—the night that our baby Sami came home from the hospital. It was a warm, muggy night in the summer, and we slept with the door to the porch open. Buby Stephanie44 4000 words, 3 comments, on Feb 6 8:32 PM 2008. In Family, Fiction, Life, Pain, Spiritual, Tragedy, Unfinished
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I.1 / I was lying restlessly in bed that night—the night that our baby Sami came home from the hospital. It was a warm, muggy night in the summer, and we slept with the door to the porch open. Buby Stephanie44 5500 words, 1 comment, on Dec 6 3:12 PM 2007
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by Stephanie44 4200 words, 1 comment, on Jun 19 3:50 PM 2007. In Fiction, Life, Romance, Short story, Teen, Young adult
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/ / I / / My entire family was dead. / / It had all happened very suddenly, on a muggy summer morning around three o’clock, when we were all sleeping. The missiles shot through the feeble roof made of combination of termite-eaten plywoodby Stephanie44 2800 words, 2 comments, on May 3 1:57 PM 2007
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by Stephanie44 5600 words, 3 comments, on Apr 17 12:23 AM 2007. In Sad, Short story, Society, Tragedy, Young adult
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by Stephanie44 5100 words, 2 comments, on Dec 20 12:05 AM 2006. In Fiction, Inspirational, Short story, Spiritual
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The Arab priest had hung an oil painting of the Christ over the doorframe when he moved into the apartment. / In the painting a crown of light shone above his wounded head, and the words, "I have come into the world tby Stephanie44 1900 words, 2 comments, on Nov 29 9:30 PM 2006. In Fiction, Pain, Short story, Society, Spiritual
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by Stephanie44 2500 words, 2 comments, on Oct 16 12:03 AM 2006. In Death, Family, First person, Sad, Tragedy, Young adult
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by Stephanie44 2900 words, 1 comment, on Oct 13 2:27 AM 2006. In First person, Inspirational, Pain, Spiritual
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by Stephanie44 4600 words, on Oct 13 2:25 AM 2006. In Action, Drama, Inspirational, Murder, Spiritual
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by Stephanie44 7100 words, 2 comments, on Oct 2 8:38 PM 2006
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