Excerpts from the Literary Works of Marilyn Stevenson
Grandma Honey said if you want to make friends and keep those friends for life, you have to appreciate cultural differences and the value each person bring to that friendship. What
better way to appreciate the culture of others then by visiting their homeland or by bringing
the essence of that culture to you. Through grandma's eyes, the world is beautiful. She said the
different races make up the colors of a human rainbow. A rainbow is beautiful, how can the
human race not be.
The light revealed a mountain of water raised above us in all directions. We were in the belly
of this terrible destruction. I gripped the flashlight tightly as if it was my life-line to salvation,
then I felt it being ripped from my hand. I was tumbling out of control and felt myself being
sucked upwardly. It was my death....
His laughter was replaced with defeat as Kabila ran him through with his blade. As he lay
conscious on the floor he said, "Captain, tell my family I died bravely and with honor." Kabila
stared, pointed his sword at Mr. Stiles' throat, and raised it. With a single stroke, he cut off
his head and raised it to the crowd, who shouted victory.... As I knelt over his body in
tears, my blood dripping into his, I felt a presence and the touch of a warm hand on my
shoulder. When I turned, all I saw was Mr. Hartwig under the tree many feet away, his
head bowed in his hands.....
Come Travel With Me
I heard gun fire, that's when I turned over to see the beast standing over me. My uncle Jimmie Doris
was firing shots repeatedly while closing in on my position. He had that frontier look on his face,
like David Crockett....standing firm in the face of adversity, kill or be killed. The beast roared for
the last time and fell on me, nearly crushing me to death....