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John by 7ala Abdullah

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(In order to understand this piece, you should first read this explanation and this prelude.)   She was a magnet, and the whole world was made of metal. So, him standing there in front of her was simple physics. As were the items of clothing hitting the floor, but he doesn’t even know that they […]

John by Meshael Al Blehed

September 20, 2011 by

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(In order to understand this piece, you must first read this explanation.) What if I told you I couldn’t sleep? I could start ominous and ever so mysterious with a hint of psychosis à la Fight Club. I am John’s inability to come up with an original idea. I am the clichéd lover of the […]

John by Nora Alphie

September 20, 2011 by

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(In order to understand this piece, you must first read this explanation.)   It was the morning of December 28 John’s 24th birthday. He woke up to the noise of the alarm, his neighbors’ vacuuming and a honking battle down the street “This can’t be good” He thought. It was a cold morning. John rushed […]

John by Latifa Al Jasser

September 20, 2011 by

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(In order to understand this piece, you must first read this explanation.) I closed my eyes to focus on trying to block the pain and guilt washing over my body. I looked down at the body I had to kill, a young reckless teenager. I automatically dialed the number that could always make me feel […]

John by Reem Al Ashaikh

September 20, 2011 by

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(In order to understand this piece, you must first read this explanation.) Born into a world of indulgence Innocent souls trained for lenience We are told it is our right not our privilege To apologize be destined for perseverance Little did we know it was all a lie Not our haven, sanctuary, but an opposite […]

John by Shaima Saleh

September 20, 2011 by

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(In order to understand this piece, you must first read this explanation.) I trembled as I held the envelope in my hands; not only because I feared what was in it, but also because no one has ever had this sort of hold on me. How weak have I become? How absolutely fragile… A letter […]

John by Najood Alterkawi

September 20, 2011 by

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(In order to understand this piece, you must first read this explanation.) John. There he stood by the window holding a glass of scotch in one hand, his other buried deep in the pocket of his black business suit. He watched the downpour outside drizzle down the glass. He let himself chuckle at the thought […]