Supporter-submitted short stories, anecdotes, poetry, and other writings under 100 words on the theme of justice.
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I, too, have sought justice and been disappointed. Though I laid claim to my experience and the truth of my pain, I found it lacking in the eyes of a blind institution. Who is at fault? asked blanched, stony lips. Who can say? I can. I can. I could. I could.
Many years later, facing a different type of injustice, I see my own anger for the drop that it is in an ancient ocean of enduring. Who can join such a wave, when their anger is not mine, though familiar? I can. I can. I could. I could.
– K Paige Medina, USA
Lord Ibarius removed his hand from the stone and exhaled sincerely. Suddenly, his hands shot to his pack, rummaged around, and drew out three ancient pages. With shaking arms, he brought the stack to his face and read aloud “Arkos tiant ihk steunal.” The top paper seemed to emit a bluish glow and then disintegrated into dust carried by the breeze across the sandy chamber. With a grin both elated and mischievous, Ibarius looked up, stepped toward Portia, raised his palm in front of her face, and spoke again, “Arkos tiant ihk steunal.”
Portia went stiff and keeled over.
– Onyafoqchɛo
A month passed before Anjali and Krishna met again in the market. He returned her anklet and asked for her name. Krishna then took Anjali’s basket and went to buy her groceries for her and he also walked her home.
Their friendship grew and grew and they became best friends. All the girls and boys who admired Krishna and Anjali were very jealous of their friendship. The truth was that Krishna was actually the god Shiva. Although he was born to a rich family, he willingly put aside all the riches he had to win over Anjali.
– Tracy Ama Opoku, Ghana
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