Murilo Monte Zuccon

Lavender  Moon 

William Chavez

Sean King

Rietje Becker

Benjamin Chandler

Yuki Asahina

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Era quase meio-dia. Pedro, estudante da Unicamp, não aguentava mais esperar pelo almoço. Sua

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Snaking his hands into a secret compartment in his desk he pulls out a piece of candy. It’s not his favorite but his grandmother made them for him. He sucked away nostalgically, looking out the window beside him. It looks like it’s going to rain, he thinks thoughtfully to himself

The thunderous clatter of a ruler baring all the annoyance and bitterness of an ill tempered teacher disturbed the little peace he had. The homemade plum candy jumped from his cheek and clicked onto the floor as if every loud bounce snitched to the class of his forbidden treasure

A mouse was peeking out from a hole in the baseboard. Squeaker usually didn’t forage until the children went home for the day, but that moist sugary piece of candy was worth the risk. She made mad a dash for the fallen treat. She grabbed it with her mouth, then ran for the

tiny opening in the wall. She was nearly there when her little mouse paws halted to a stop. This piece of candy smelly funny, she thought. She took a tiny nibble and

instantly spat it out. "Hašlerky!" she cried, "The herbal Czech hard candy!" So that's where the family had been those two weeks last summer—in Prague! Immediately her little mousy sniffer ignored the medicinal morsel and had noticed another odor wafting through the house. It was

...garlic. Lots and lots of garlic. "Oh dear," she sighed. "Looks like someone's making their famous Hungarian goulash."

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