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Rain on Our Faces Booming thunder and a heavy drenching rain down out the noise of crying children being ordered off buses and into a gymnasium. Flashes of lightning reveal grim faces and stern glares, and the rows upon rows of buses and vans. As soon as the brilliant glare disappears, darkness swallows the lot once more, with only dull street lights as guidance. People huddle in random groups and lines--not full families most of the time--with mothers clinging to their children, women clinging to their husbands ad each other, and children who may not have ever met each other before, holding hand tightly. They all had wide, terrified eyes and white-knuckled fists, and rapid breaths were visible on the chilled night air. Each bus has two heavily-armed men in urban and green digi-camouflaged uniforms, holding large assault rifles with their hands gripping their weapons tightly and finger just barely off the trigger. Hard, uneasy eyes under thin-brimmed caps scan the lines of people, looking f
The Perfect Lie Clean-cut green grass, pristine and sharp like a thousand blades of faus freshness paint an illusion of perfection against a bright blue sky spotted with the occasional drifting cloud. Leafy oak trees nestle on the edge of country and urban development, waving at the intermittent passerby. Light filled everything, even the air, reflecting strongly off white boards and glass windows like a snow-globe sitting next to a flashlight, but not so strongly that it blinded the vision. A slight breeze whistles a melody, lulling minds into a blissful ignorance. A picturesque landscape of a modern urban development sits on a gentle-sloping hill, between an open rolling field of wheat grass and miles of uncharted woods. The world seems lost in time here, with no signs of city life or interruption. A blank, clean sidewalk winds through the neighborhood, from the front gate down past rows of houses, running parallel to the fresh asphalt road, to wherever the end is. Mothers and nannies oc
Tomorrow's A Beautiful DayHigh, soft green grass, nearly as high as my chest, ripples in a light wind across an open field like rolling waves on the sea, and elderly oak trees wave hello, glittering in the late-day sun. Pale blue skies with natural, patchy white clouds paint a faded background, and there is a soft glow to everything. A bay and chestnut horses are grazing peacefully in the distance and birds are chirping and singing and fluttering around like they usually do.With dark brown hair pulled back into a wavy ponytail, and a beaming proud smile on her face, a woman dressed in a black t-shirt and forest fatigues stands near a white picket fence, with a young girl on her hip, two other girls and a boy are chasing each other around her feet, giggling.A girl, about four years old with bobbing pigtails and pink ribbons in her hair, peeks out from behind her mom's leg, one thumb in her mouth and the other hand clinging to her mom's leg. Her face lights up as she sees who it is, her dark eyes wide and danci