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Country: India
Setting: Specific historical event
Situation: Love story
Writing Rule: All words monosyllabic

I sat next to my love in the grass, in a crowd of those who had the same thoughts as us. We shut our eyes, put our chins to the sky, and prayed to God that one day, our life would take a turn for the good. That one day, we could live by our own rules, not the rules from those who don’t know us, or who we are. But then a loud bang gave us all a fright. It brought us all to our feet, then I saw a squad of Brits with their guns in the air, as they made their way to the field where we stood. As the men got in stance to shoot at us, we knew our lives were at risk. All at once, we let out yells and we tried to shield our friends and loved ones with our limbs. And even though the guns were aimed right at us, all I could do was gaze into my love’s eyes. In them, I saw me, him, and our life. I saw all the time we spent to try and turn our lives around. Time seemed to stop as I looked deep in his eyes. As we stood in the field, we knew this would not end well for us both. I did not know that that day would change my life.That day, my love was shot in the back, and I would have to wait a long time to see him once more in a new life, once my time had passed.

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			                                  What Would You Give                                                                                                                                       

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			                                  What Would You Give                                                                                                                                       

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Country - USSR
Setting - A line
Situation - A sacrifice
Writing rule - Exactly 25 words of dialogue

“Peace, land, bread!”

“Boris you’ll get bread soon, five people until we’re next”

My son and I had been waiting for five hours, when suddenly a feeble woman scurried up to me. As she pinched my boney arm, I recognized my sister Olga. I hadn’t seen her since our father had died; leaving our family starving without the income from the factory he worked at. My family was exhausted with war, and after his death, Olga left for the city, hoping that socialism would bring better times. We were at the front of the line now, Boris and I holding out our frail fingers for rolls of rye bread.

“The reds will win!” Olga declared, a newspaper trembling between her fingers. Immediately my hand shot over her mouth, as I knew one couldn’t blurt this out. My glance darted around, as the man before us pivoted, his eyes aligning with Olga’s.

“The reds are just bloody whites,” he grunted, clenching his fists.

“Prove it” Olga uttered, spitting into his face. As I wrenched her away, heads turned and soon the whole line was brawling. Grasping the bread tightly in my fist, Olga and I squirmed out of the crowd. Expecting Boris to be behind me, I turned around and saw him petrified inside the crowd. As I rushed into the mob, people jostled me back and forth and grabbing Boris, a man struck my shoulder. A shock electrified my arm and Boris screamed as the bread fell out of my grasp.

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Country: United States
Setting: Before/During/After a crime is committed
Situation: Transaction
Writing Rule: 125 Word long sentence

Looking through the dusty window of her run-down house towards the wasteland that had once been the pride of her family, filled with sharecroppers working green fields of corn, wheat, and potatoes but which were now dry and barren, she thought back to the time not so long ago that her husband had walked home through those same fields, his head hung low and his feet dragging slowly through dust, and, dejectedly, had broken the news to her about the stock market crash, and how millions of dollars had just vanished through the now broken web of loans spun across the Atlantic ocean, but she had stopped listening to what he was saying after hearing that her husband had been fired from the job that they had relied desperately upon. They sat at the table that night, listening to the radio while going hungry. She remembered that, after days of watching her husband walk away in the morning and come home empty-handed, he had come home one evening with a dollar bill and a chicken. She remembered asking him where it had come from and his vague, short answer: “I got it in town.” The day after that, he had brought home two quarters. She remembered how these mysterious surprises had continued until the day he did not come home. There was no money to bail him out of jail.

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Country: Germany
Setting: Domestic Moment
Situation: Meaningfully includes bowl, shoe, and portrait
Writing Rule: Past tense, 3rd person limited
Group Theme: Promise

She opened the door to the house and kicked off her shoes. They were dirty from walking three miles to school through the mud. She would have to scrub them tonight or her mother would be mad with the mess. Pots and spoons were clinking in the kitchen and she heard her mom humming as she prepared dinner for the night. She sat down on the couch and said hi to her grandmother. The portrait on the wall sometimes scared Helga, as her grandmother’s eyes seemed to blink as if she were alive. Her grandmother always seemed to know what to do, but since she died, times were especially hard. Before she died, she promised to stay with them through everything. To get her mind off her grandmother, Helga turned the dial on the radio and Hitler’s voice came booming through the speakers. It gave her chills. She could imagine him, standing in front of a huge crowd, yelling about anti-semitism and the rising Nazi power. This scared her, as she was a twelve year old Jewish girl growing up in Nazi Germany. Her father stopped telling her things; her anxious mother made secret plans. No one ever told her what was going on. The rising Nazi power made her feel vulnerable. Just as Hitler’s voice came roaring through again, a bowl that has been passed through generations of her family crashed to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.

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Country: Italy
Setting: Proximity to a major political figure
Situation: Living with a decision to act in a way that violated one’s morals
Writing Rule: Omniscient

Antonio stands on the side of the road, watching as Mussolini’s precession approaches him. He directs his gaze to a poster beside him. It discusses Mussolini’s countless promises. Yet all Antonio has seen Mussolini do is outlaw the workers union and lower his wages. Antonio had never thought of killing a man before Mussolini entered the political scene. Now, however, with Mussolini so close and so vulnerable, Antonio considers executing the dictator. Unaware of Antonio’s troubling thoughts, Alessandra stands beside her husband contently. She hates the dictator for stripping her rights and practically exiling her to her home, but she does not consider letting her anger manifest in her actions. Antonio shudders as Mussolini passes in his luxurious car. Antonio identifies as a Christian, and surely killing a man goes against all of his morals. But, by the time his hand touches the gun hidden in his jacket, he has made up his mind. Antonio’s loyalty to his family far exceeds loyalty to his religion. The hardships his family has encountered under Mussolini’s rule have shattered him. Killing Mussolini is his duty to his family, and every other family who has experienced the same thing. Alessandra cries out as Antonio suddenly begins sprinting down the street. Mussolini stands on the pedestal in the town square. While preaching his fascist principles and looking around the crowd, he notices Antonio running towards him. Mussolini does not quiver, nor does Antonio as he points his gun.

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Country: Japan
Setting: Window
Situation: Divided Family
Writing Rule: Present tense, first person

The government is undeniably fitting for the country. We are capable of reviving ourselves from the Great Depression and we are becoming self-sufficient. We are able to conquer vasts amounts of territory, and we are recognizable as the greatest Asian Province, for the Western powers praise our names. They are guaranteeing a future of opportunity and progress for our nation. Education is important in combination with physical training for the children. Promises are fulfilled and that's what the people believe. Yet I don’t believe them; we are broken. The door closes with a soft swish. I turn to the window and watch out the tinted glass and begin to wonder what they will poison my son’s mind with today. Touching the window, I feel helpless in this land of empty promises. My son begins to run with other children in excitement for school; they are young and ignorant to the evils of the government. My husband is just as ignorant as him. He believes that the emperor is changing Japan and that we are just as triumphant as the Samurai time. Standing alone watching out the glass, I wait for my son and husband to return after another endless day of waiting for change in the nation to take place.