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[H2] Chanuka
Mathew Wayne
"Aaaaah….." He woke up with a thud. He saw on both his sides. He was in a small room with bunkers. The
paint on the walls was scraped, and the room was dimly lit. There was no one in the room. He was all by
himself. He looked at the ceiling and began to examine it. He was in a room and not a camp. He got up from
the bed and began to examine the bulbs… they were actually bulbs and not gas lamps.
"Phew…" he let out a sigh of relief. They say this happens when a person is suffering from an acute
stress
disorder. This is common in the contemporary world, and it has been common in the past as well.
Psychological shocks are common among people who have witnessed terrible and traumatic situations in their
lives. Not only teenagers of any time, but it is common among war veterans, soldiers, and army combat
doctors.
As the 20th century witnessed the end of World War II, when America bombed Hiroshima and Nagasaki as its
signatory move; it was evident that the bombing didn’t only have physical effects on the people of the
land,
but it also retained its psychological effects.

Psychologists in the 1950s reported that teenagers who were relatively young when the bombing occurred
showed signs of the effects it had caused. Not only this, the victims and witnesses also showed neurotic
symptoms of general fatigue, dissociation, and feeling immobile. Whilst the trauma continued; these people
became a victim of autonomic nerve imbalance. On account of the devastations that the atomic bombing
caused,
they would occasionally feel a sense of chill or burning through their veins; known as palpation.

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[H2] Echos
Author: Andrew J. Kalaven
In the calm of the night, whilst deep in his sleep, Joseph was abruptly awakened out of his slumber. His
eyes opened wide and stared into the abyss of darkness ahead, as he gasped for air. He sat upon his bed
and
looked around to see what was going on. In his head, he kept hearing his mother's voice, like a ghost who
would silently haunt his existence; her voice was always there with him. Ever since she had died and moved
on, Joseph was under the impression that she was still there, not in reality, but in some sort of
supernatural way like one would see in the movies. During the eerie hours of the night, a breeze blew in
from the window, and Joseph began to shiver on the spot. Gazing out of the window, the rustling of
decaying
leaves coupled with the snapping of twigs riddled the air with an almost horror-movie like vibe. He slid
out
of bed, locked the window shut, and waddled over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. It was still the
early days of autumn, so little remnants of the summer still showed up here and there and were sometimes
accompanied by a peculiar rise in temperature.
Joseph stood in the kitchen, glass in hand, sinking into a trance of thought before snapping out of it
and
returning back to his bed. He cranked up the AC and pulled the covers over his head. Underneath the
sheets,
he wept as he began to miss his mother, as she had passed away three years before, after struggling with
diabetes for much of her adult life. The condition had riddled her with pain, and doctors' visits started
to
become more frequent as her end drew near. Joseph always stood by his mother's side to make sure she was
as
comfortable as possible. He did everything that he thought and believed would be enough to support her,
but
in his head, he always wondered if he had done enough. Did she get what she was entitled to; did she leave
anything out when caring for her? These questions were always swarming around his head, and he wondered if
they were true. A direct result of this wondering was that she now always lived in his head, not like some
sort of disease, but as a part of who he was. It is for this reason that he always felt as if she was
right
there with him, even if it was just in spirit.
The next day, Joseph decided to dress better than usual for work. He pulled out a powder blue shirt, dark
blue dress pants, and a dark blue blazer. He added to this a red tie and silver cufflinks, he felt he
looked
like a man ready to make a difference. He did not always dress this way and would often barely dress
appropriately for the occasion. However, the nature of his work forced him to dress in a way that he
wasn't
comfortable with, but because his job brought in the money, he had no choice. He walked out of the door,
locking it behind him. He walked to the bus stop and waited for his daily commute. Standing next to him
was
a mother and her baby in his cart. While Joseph was scrolling through his emails, he felt as if someone
was
looking at him, he looked around, and everyone seemed to be minding their own business. When he looked
down,
the little baby was staring at him with his eyes and mouth wide open. Glistening against the morning sun,
the baby's eyes stared at him lovingly, which made Joseph smile from ear to ear.

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[H2] Reckoning
Author: Rosie Daykin
Ear-splitting noise and the terrifying sensation of being thrown out of bed woke Camelia to a world in
flames. Her first thought was that it must be an earthquake, but as her eyes flew open and she looked
around, she knew something else must have happened. The shaking walls and thick smoke flooding the room
through her open door told her there was a fire nearby. She saw the flickering hues of red and orange that
danced upon the door and froze in fear.
A ragged breath introduced thick smoke into her lungs, and she began to cough. The cough felt as if it
nearly tore her lungs apart and finally motivated her to get on her feet. Her mind screamed at her to find
an escape route out of the burning home. She looked towards the door, but even from a few feet away, she
could feel the heat of the inferno. As she looked out into the rest of her home, she saw nothing but
flickering orange and red mixed with rolling waves of black and gray. The wood from the house was being
consumed by the flames, and she didn’t have long left to escape.
The sound of something crashing outside of her bedroom echoed throughout the house, distracting her for a
second and enhancing her fear. It sounded like the world was coming down around her.
She remained stunned, frozen with disbelief, when flames rolled rapidly into her room through the open
door, engulfing the walls with blazing scarlet. Again, her brain reminded her that she was running out of
time. The house was built on wooden pillars, and if the fire weakened them enough, the house would
collapse
and bring the whole roof down on her.
Glancing behind her, she realized that the window was the only escape she had. The previous occupant of
the
house had painted the bedroom, including the window, and had managed to seal it shut. She’d meant to fix
that problem since she’d moved in but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. She’d have to break the glass to get
through. It would be simple enough to break the glass, but she had another problem to deal with. The
window
was almost seven feet off the ground. It wasn’t the biggest drop, but right below the window was a small
border of stones that ran along the house’s outer boundary. If she didn’t jump far enough, she would end
up
landing on them, and that could mean broken bones.

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[H2] The idea of HIM
Author: Carla Muse
I'm awaken by my phone ringing. It’s an unknown number that flashes across my screen. I hit the silent
button, laying my head back on my pillow, and fall asleep.
I am sitting on the couch watching tv, while my dad is in the kitchen frying fish from a great weekend at
the cabin. He comes into view as the sun is shining through the dining room window before it's time for
supper.
"Dad, do you need any help with dinner?" I call out to him. He doesn't reply to me. I call out to him
once
again, and there is no response from him. He doesn't even turn to look at me. He's just standing there
staring out from the window. Beams of light shine on him as the sun is setting. I leave the couch and walk
towards him.

As I approach him and place my hand on his shoulder, I softly say, "Dad?" He vanishes, and there are dust
particles where he was standing. They are floating around through the air in the beam of sunlight.

I spring awake in a panic. I’m dripping with sweat and start to cry. It is the first time I have dreamt
about my dad since he passed away. I am confused as to why he will not look at me in my dream nor answer
me.
I swear the dream felt so real. It was like he was there staring out of the window.

I walk to the bathroom while collecting myself from that bizarre dream. The light at the top of my phone
is
blinking. I swipe the screen to unlock it. I see that I have a missed call from Jason and an unknown
number.
There are three text messages from Jason, as well as a few messages from coworkers, and Troy.

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[H2] Communication - A Phenomenon
Author: Lisa P Whitle
In the previous chapter, we spoke about effective communication. In this chapter, we will go into detail
about what that actually entails. Whenever you communicate with anyone, you will realize the other person
is
continuously missing your point for one reason alone. That reason is unclear communication. This is a
phenomenon that’s very prevalent in parent and child communication, especially grown-up children.
Effective
communication requires clarity. You need to make sure your child completely understands and doesn’t get
the
wrong meaning. Grown-up children are quite sensitive and can easily be influenced by others. Teenagers are
more vulnerable in the category of grown-up children. It’s kind of a time of self-discovery for especially
teenagers.
Let’s talk about teenagers here first. When they enter middle and high school, later on, they start
seeing
themselves going through a lot of changes. Their hormones are active, resulting in physical and even
emotional changes within them. They’ll face a whole myriad of issues that would include relationships with
the opposite sex, crushes, confidence issues, and peer pressure, and other such issues. At these times,
teenagers are also quite impressionable. They will face their first romances, heartbreaks, and breakups,
and
that could lead to a lot of negative behavior and depression. These are times when your teenager will want
to look up to you. You should be his first point of contact when it comes to any of these issues instead
of
getting advice from others. Any such negative experiences can push them towards drugs and other substance
abuse. You need to guide them effectively, which means clear communication. When there is clear
communication, then the teenager will understand you much better and apply your suggestions and
recommendations better. This also goes back to what we discussed in the first chapter. This is the time
you
can talk about your own days as a teenager and relate to their issues that way. You can adapt the
strategies
of your time to today if need be, but it needs to be explained properly.
When it comes to clear communication, it needs to be done both ways. Clear communication would require
you,
as a parent, to listen to your child properly. You can perhaps, as a therapist, take notes when your child
is speaking to you about his or her issues at school. Let’s say your teenager comes to you and is
discussing
a recent breakup with you. He or she is extremely heartbroken and upset. He or she feels rejected and
depressed. He or she even feels that the world is caving in on them, or it’s the end of the world. You
need
to let them vent to you completely.

Once they have done venting, you should respond to them with the utmost clarity. Be their support and lend
them an ear. Embrace them if need be so they know you are there for them and feel their pain. If you have
to
cry with them, then do that too, so they know you both are on the same page. You need to remind them
gently
throughout the conversation that it’s not the end of the world, and things will get better. You can help
them in two ways. You can try to explain to them clearly if there is a way to mend fences with their
former
significant other. Or, you can help them provide closure so they can focus on their future relationships
properly with a fresh start. Empathy here is very important because you need to be the first person they
come to when they have a breakup. You should guide them properly through the healing period. You should be
very sensitive as they will have mood swings. This is also a time where you should be giving a lot more of
your free time to your teenager. You need to make sure that if there is anything she or he is concerned
about, he or she could just turn to you. What I mean to say here is that you need to put yourself in their
shoes so that effective and clear communication could take place between you and them.

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[H2] In Search of the Absolute Truth
Author: Rosie Daykin

[H5] Do your best shoes have an FBI file?
Y’all ever heard of the time some wacko put a bomb in his shoes and tried to blow up a plane? Pretty
famous
news story, I tell you. Ever since then, the TSA’s turned into one of those creepy guys in your social
media
DMs asking for feet pics. Now, if you ask me, the TSA’s always been kinda scummy; all those body scanners
and body checks; can’t a woman get some privacy in this world? But this? This was preposterous, asking us
to
strip off our shoes and reveal our bare feet? OUR NAKED BARE FEET? I could not believe the world would
ever
be okay with that, but here we are now, slaves to our shoe-stripping overlords.
Now, being the chatterbox that I am, I had a good job in sales. Funny how just a little convincing and
some
sweet talk has dollars raining down on you. I was so good at ripping people off of their money that they
even gave me an award. Outside of the office, they’d probably put you in jail for that, but it’s not even
close to the weirdest thing you can go to jail for, as you’ll find out soon enough. So, I’m traveling to
Saint Thomas with my co-workers for the award trip and bless the airport security’s souls for making the
process smooth. On the other hand, damn the airline, the pilot strolled off to get a donut, and we landed
too late to catch the connecting flight. To top it off, I had to throw down money on a hotel room and wait
for the next flight. The room smelled of death and cigarettes like a zombie coming out of the grave to hit
that one last puff.

Now I’ll tell you; when you’ve had to spend money on a trip that was supposed to be free, broke up with
your
boyfriend who’s now a million miles away on some god-forsaken planet called Australia, and woken

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