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THEME: Games (with his marriage)

COUNTRY: Turkey

SETTING: Proximity to a major political figure

SITUATION: Love Story

WRITING RULE: Repetition of a phrase at 3 different points in the story

Dear Diary,

Things have been rough lately with Atatürk, he’s gone throughout the day and only returns at night to take his anger and stress out on me. I haven’t gone to the nursery in weeks, I used to go everyday to care for the children. However now, I rarely sleep. I feel like a fool, I fight for women’s rights and job opportunities but when I get a job with a reasonable pay- I do not show. He has night terrors almost every night about the rebels, he thinks people are coming for him and I. My husband wakes up screaming, and violent, multiple times every night and I cannot do anything to help him. I feel like I am failing him as a wife. When I walk outside I need security, because of my husband’s mistakes- but I love him. I see children lying starved and dead with family.  But I love him. He pays me no attention. But I love him. He leaves me everyday to split and kill families believing he’s protecting me, when really he is splitting and killing our relationship as well. But I love him. When he comes home I make sure to have dinner on the table, I sit waiting for his arrival in hopes that tonight will be different, when he ignores me and goes straight to the liquor cabinet I remind me of when we first met and fell in love then all is forgiven until morning. I love him.

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THEME: Games (Who will yell mercy first?)
COUNTRY: India
SETTING: Meal
SITUATION: [After a] Sacrifice
WRITING RULE: Past tense, 1st person

I was castigated by many, and my followers were worried some even furious with me calling me stubborn. Yet never was I questioned, because everyone knew exactly why I did what I did and how to stop it. Yes, I was in obvious pain because my body was beginning to shut down. However, the physical pain of hunger was nothing in comparison to the pain that my people were allowing themselves to be divided and conquered by the british. Us hindus and muslims are being shot at together, killed together, feared together,and oppressed together, so to see us fighting against each other was truly heartbreaking and was taking steps back from the independence we all wanted. When I was told that the violence on both sides had completely stopped I was finally satisfied. We were already facing the bigger problem of Indian independence then we had a setback of us fighting against each other. Now that my people understand that we are all Indians who want the same thing now we may continue to fight for our freedom as a whole. “So now allow me to break this break, sip my orange juice and join with my people.”

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THEME: Our children
COUNTRY: China
SETTING: A moment at home
SITUATION: Meaningfully includes these objects: bowl, shoe and portrait
WRITING RULE: Present tense, 1st person

I’m sitting by the edge window, I see the same thing I see every day, the people walking with tired, hungry, sad looks on their faces. My older brother told me that the last time he saw people doing this is it ended horribly. They raided the village he says, they took everything we had; they stole our crops, raped the women, shot our men and even took the blankets off our beds. So I grow up in fear, in fear that one day they will come into our home and take what is ours. As I sit by the window I see one boy who looks my age walking a couple feet behind a woman who appears to be his mother, he looks like he’s around my age and I can see the tears slowly falling down his pained face and he shivers through the cold. I run outside and give him a blanket and wrapped in the blanket is food, enough for at least a couple days if he shares with his mom. I don’t know why that little boy is walking or why any of those people are walking for that matter- but what I do know is that he doesn’t deserve this. He is in so much pain and he is so young, so I help one of the thousands that have gone and thousands that shall come.