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It isn't easy

by Montserrat Rojas

“It isn't easy having two businesses in different cities, although it is a big help, my daddy always says.”

I see a guy dressed in a grey shirt wrinkled and ripped pants. He seems kind but you can see a blue past in the way he sees. As I see him chatter with my dad about the things he done {he’s done}, said, and what he had been through, makes me realize that plenty {of} people don't have it as I do. I’m only 13 years old, old enough to realize the ways of life.


I’m on horseback

by Eliseo Monarrez

I’m on horseback coming back from dropping off some mail at my aunt’s house. The wind was blowing pretty fast. The leaves on the trees were falling off, hitting Nikki, my horse, in the face. The dust winds were forming into little tornadoes. Nikki’s ears were moving instantly. She was frieghtened {frightened}. It {was} getting dark and some far away light had gotten my attention. It kept glowing and it kept getting brighter. 


Shadowmere was not only a horse

by Richard Lucio, Jr.

Shadowmere was not only a horse, but a best friend to me. I seen {saw} him as a baby, and as he started growing older he became my horse. Woke up every morning and I checked up on him. I brushed him, fed him, took him everywhere he wanted to go. That was my best pal. And that day, that day when that massive fire took everything we had, Shadowmere guided me to the best decision of my life.


It is 1972

by Raziell Enciso

It is 1972, 2 weeks after that horryfing {horrifying} fire hit my town. We had left because of the danger we were against I worked as a construction worker. We built anything from farms, houses, porches, ANYTHING! Most of us started coming back I saw my neighbor’s dog inside the house or the ruins. The dog had nothing more than skin and bones just lying there. I felt that burn in the back of my head. That same hot feeling I get when I’m scared or frightened. The whole town was in ruins. I had given up on the dream of my town being rebuilt when I saw all the damage and everything torn down. I was just walking away when some words came to mind, “Take care of this house, as long as this house is yours, I will always be with you.”


There was a fire

by Anesia Bolling

There was a fire. It burned wildly across our town Chicago. Like an angered wolf it attacked the houses and poorly made streets encasing many in immenent {imminent} death. The buildings caved into themselves even the hotel that was said to be fireproof was burning down…ironic isn't it.


Fire Rages Through Chicago!

by Tali Gleiser

I came here from Ireland about a week before the fire; my brother found me a factory job working an assembly line at the meat packing company he worked for. When I first arrived and saw the statue, I still expected to see gold paved streets beneath Lady Liberty. New York was still hardly what I expected but I was still hopeful on my train ride to Chicago. I walked down a narrow street with my brother, the little alleyway his apartment building sat in was hardly a street built by dreams like I’d been told. It was close quarters in my brother’s house. Our cousin, his wife, and two children all stayed in one room while my brother slept in a room with his wife and young daughters. I shared the couch with my nephew; he was only nine and didn’t take up much space though. When I started work at the factory it didn’t exactly seem like a place that would help me achieve my dream of becoming a pub owner, but it was money, and I needed that. One night I woke up to my young cousin staring out the window and the smell of smoke. I looked outside of our tiny, dirty window to see what looked like half the city engulfed in flames. At this point, America looked more like Hell than a golden land of prosperity to me. We didn't leave the apartment all three days of the fire. My cousin’s wife said it was the apocalypse and walked around mumbling passages from the Bible because “judgment day had come.”