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My true experience during the evacuation of South Vietnam during April/May of 1975. I originally wrote this as a semi-final easy question during a Literature Class while attending Maryville University in St. Louis, MO, on May 19, 1990. The question posted was:
By John Tuby
: The helicopters circles over Kiba. Later, fires and brimstones rains over the entire village, men in ignominy veil emerged from nowhere and mauls the inhabitant of the village, they left sorrow, blood and tears on their trail.
Goi and his grand parents escaped the pogroms. Goi grows up...
This a conversational poetry. I hope you will enjoy this style as much as I am enjoying it. you are free to interpret them in the way you want. They are 6 poems in one. have a good time as you are reading.
Poetry | Updated Feb 17, 2012 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Summary: The fights between Sri Lankan govt. and LTTE is well known all over the world. For those who donâ€™t know: The actual inhabitants of Sri Lanka for over 3000 years are a race called as â€˜Tamil Eelam.â€™ Theyâ€™re there times since Ramayana (an epic of Hinduism written...
Short Story | Updated Jan 1, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 17
By Eileen Mcguinness
People are living longer and having more children adding to the burden of our overflowing immigrant population.With resources stretched and unable to cope what is the future for the health and prosperity of our nation?.It seems we are expected to take in all numbers of people both black and...
By Eileen Mcguinness
Immigration will always be a controversial topic of debate.Right now we are facing huge numbers of young disaffected african and eastern european people who are determined to find a better life for themselves in the west.Our societies have seen massive change in recent time.The very fabric which...
By John Berry
Inspired after conversing with a group of Cuban refugees at a second language school.
The fire was making me sleepy. Suddenly, my reverie was interrupted by a loud thump and a dragging sound that came from above which made me jump. I leapt up from the sofa and stood listening, my heart thudding against my ribs. I held my breath,
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
Men have never had wings to fly as they have shot the witches down historically, in the past. They have shot them flying over their heads, while they, the men, remain rooted on the ground until now.
I am not too heavy to fly, a handsome man added. I will fly as a leader to correct the...
150 years into the futur an alien attack has wiped us out. Follow Jessica and thier small band of South African refugee as they fight for thier lives.
A short story I wrote for English. It is fictional, set in a fantasy land, but it is inspird by modern day refugees. An extreme imagintive response to current issues.
By James Gagiikwe
working with temporary asylum seekers.
Poetry | Updated Jan 9, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2