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Supporter-submitted short stories, anecdotes, poetry, and other writings under 100 words on the theme of change.
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The First Incarnation of Lord Shiva – 2
Anjali’s voice was so powerful and sweet that when she sang the hens lay twice as many eggs and cows produced three times as much milk just listening to her singing. Anjali was so blessed that she could even control the growth of crops on the farm. Whenever she sang and worked, the crops would grow quickly and she would have a bountiful harvest. If Anjali left her farmlands, her crops wrinkled and died. Her parents loved her so much that they treated her like royalty and she lacked nothing. They believed she was a blessing sent from the gods.
– Tracy Ama Opoku, Ghana
The Godstone – 4
Raising her quivering arm, Portia laid her palm against the cool surface of the monolith. Suddenly, an equally cool sensation flowed through her, permeating her body and coming to sit somewhere behind her eyes, swirling, cleansing. She remembered nothing of herself, thought only of it all – all that she couldn’t have known or thought to ask about, save when she was four years old and started every sentence with why. Except now it wasn’t the question why, but the feeling of it: the feeling of why ‘why’ was worth asking.
She wasn’t aware of falling to the sandy cavern floor.
– Onyafoqchɛo
The audacity of existence
Who knew how quickly crisis could become normal? In a true display of the banality of apocalypse, toilet paper became the first to fall to our uniquely human ability to simultaneously sensationalize and pragmatize our panic. But fear is nothing new, as my mother reminds me gently from across the globe. Even as my anxiety whispers, “you are not in control,” my mother sends brochures and articles about coming back into one’s body, breathing, feeling – the audacity of existence. Perhaps the world is ending, but my mother’s quiet love reminds me that uncertainty is not the only unchanging thing.
– K Paige Medina
Alive in the god of change
I am a devotee of the god of change. Throughout my life, whenever I’m the least bit dissatisfied, I ask myself, “What can I change?” I embrace change – new hairstyle, new job, new place to live. My hobbies all reflect my devotion to change – travelling to new places, spending time in nature engrossed by the constant change in the natural world. In my work I love birthing new initiatives or delving into uncomfortable, unknown places of the human soul. I’m often confused when I see others struggle with change. How can they not be excited by the life force flowing through change? How can that not make them finally, truly, feel ALIVE?
– Sondra Beres, USA
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