Write For Tohoku: Stories of Japan Offered by Writers Worldwide in Support of Tohoku Disaster Survivors [NOOK Book]

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Write For Tohoku is an anthology of travel stories, photography, and art contributed writers who live or have lived in Japan. Compiled by volunteers after the March 11, 2011 earthquake and tsunami that devastated the Tohoku region of northern Japan, the anthology celebrates the warmth, kindness, and spirit of this nation. From hitchhiking misadventures to classroom mischief to the glories of the Japanese hot spring, the stories in Write For ...
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Write For Tohoku: Stories of Japan Offered by Writers Worldwide in Support of Tohoku Disaster Survivors

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Overview

Write For Tohoku is an anthology of travel stories, photography, and art contributed writers who live or have lived in Japan. Compiled by volunteers after the March 11, 2011 earthquake and tsunami that devastated the Tohoku region of northern Japan, the anthology celebrates the warmth, kindness, and spirit of this nation. From hitchhiking misadventures to classroom mischief to the glories of the Japanese hot spring, the stories in Write For Tohoku chronicle the magic of life in this hospitable, quirky and ever-resilient country.

Ever wondered if you have the guts to saunter naked into a mixed-gender hot spring? Driven into a snow bank on the way back from teaching school in the north of Japan? Considered what to do when your soy sauce factory tour guide tumbles into a vat of fermenting soybeans? Ever been asked to welcome the Emperor and Empress of Japan when they visit your small town? Called security by accident while trying to flush a train station toilet? The writers who share their stories in this anthology have done all of the above and more, and in the process have discovered Japan to be a country of humour and grace.

Not only do contributors to Write For Tohoku chronicle the challenges of travel in Japan, but they also share deeply personal accounts of the challenges of life here. While teaching school, navigating the halls of corporate Japan, studying in graduate programs, or raising families, the writers in this anthology, both Japanese and foreign, share their stories of finding home in the Land of the Rising Sun.

Spend some time with the diverse group of international voices in this anthology and learn more about Japan beyond the Tohoku disaster. All proceeds from sales of this ebook will be donated to the Red Cross to support Japan relief efforts.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781617927874
  • Publisher: BookBaby
  • Publication date: 4/21/2011
  • Series: Write for Tohoku Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 295
  • File size: 4 MB

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 10, 2012

    Fallout

    Chapter 5
    I look after Korrin for a moment, seeing him in a new way. He's not one of the pampered people of Sector 6 like I thought.
    I turn to see people chatting and choosing bunkers. Finnick has wandered off. He's talking to two boys and a girl. I find myself angry when I see the girl laughing about something Finnick had said. She has flowing auburn hair and sparkling gray eyes. One boy is probably from Sector 1, the agricultural sector. He's blond with blue eyes. Pretty tall, and handsome. The other boy looks like Sector 2, the livestock and hunting sector. He's got brown hair and pine green eyes. Tall, muscular. I walk over to join them.
    "Hi." I say, sounding hostile.
    "Hey! I'm Pax." The blond boy says with a smile.
    "I'm Tyro." The other boy says.
    "Jarlyn." The girl says shortly, returning my hostility.
    "I'm Terran." I answer, glaring at Jarlyn. She scowls back.
    "So, we all agreed that we should share a bunker!" Finnick interrupts. "Harlie told me we usually stay in the same group we picked."
    'Oh, great,' I think. 'More of Jarlyn.'
    We pick a bunker towards the middle of the hall, on the right. Bunker 285. There are six beds total, three on each wall, facing each other. There's about a yard between each bed on the wall, and the same for the ones facing each other. There's an empty room-size area when we first walk in. Past that is the beds. There's a screen in the gray wall. I walk over to read it. It says:
    1. Open storage space beside each bed. There is a pack with all needed supplies inside.
    2. After the items are colloected, set up your area. The table to the right of each bed is for possesions.
    3. Prepare for training.
    I turn to the others, who have stopped to watch me. "There's something by our beds. You guys read the rest." I walk to the first bed on the left and sit on it. I turn to face the right, with my back to my bunkmates. I see a small table next to my bed. There's a little door-thing on it. I open the door to reveal a dark green backpack taking up the entire space. The pack contains a thin blanket, two gray shirts, two pairs of black pants, a black jacket, a toothbrush, a pair of leather boots, a metal water bottle, a small knife, and a pair of sunglasses. After dumping the contents on my bed, I realize how simiular my clothes are to the ones in the pack. Not the same, but they definately resemble each other.
    Finnick sits next to me. He's already gone through his pack, and looks bored. "Have you set up your space, Soldier Finnick Odair?" I ask teasingly.
    "No, Soldier Terran Rinzer. I apologize." He replies, smiling slightly. He gets up and walks to his bed--the one next to mine. Everyone's at their beds now, making their areas more comfortable.
    The screen makes a beeping sound and changes. Then bright blue letters flash across the screen. They say: "Curfew in five minutes."
    We finish going through our packs and lay on our beds. I stare at the ceiling, listening as everyone's breathing slows. In five minutes, the lights go out. Leaving me to drift into the world of nightmares.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2012

    To Snowy very important.

    You should start a WritersClan. Then we could go to the Gathering tomorrow.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2012

    To Wild Fire

    Awesome story. I rate with white stars so it's out of four and I can give zero stars if I want. Also, I'm sensing that Wolf (personal fave), Raze, and Thor kind of like Dylan.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2012

    ~Legend of the Island of Fire~

    ***Chapter one: Part one- I Accidentally Ruin Everything with a Frying Pan*** I listened alertly as I detected sounds of approaching footsteps. Through the darkness all I could see was shifting shadows. I huddled against the wall, knowing what was coming next. This would be the second attack today from "them". Without warning, simething hurled itself at me. I hit at it blindly, only seeing a dark blob. A giggling dark blob. I canceled my attacks and pulled the sheets of my head to see clearly. "Ryan you can go away now. I'm awake," I mumbled as I tried to push my brother off the cot. I succeeded and curled back up, not wanting to face the day. "Mom, Kaira's not coming!" he yelled through the unpainted wooden hall. Ok, maybe it was a typical morning, but what happened later was way out of my mind's grasp. *** after I had managed to crawl out of bed and tame my hair, I put my clothes on in a sloppy fashion and shuffled into the kitchen. Now at this time and place, clothes are different. My usual outfit is a dusty white shirt with long flared sleeves plus a sash and a faded blue skirt that goes with my pake blue eyes. A belt was fastened around my waist, but instead of the equipment most villagers had, mine was bare. We don't wear shoes for some reason, but I have a few guesses. My dark brown hair is worn in two buns, but some hair is let down, its length about to my waist. I also had a star mark on my forehead that I have no idea how that got there. Anyway, I shuffled into the kitchen and looked around. It was empty except for five chairs seated around a small round table and a stove which was actually a fire with a metal frame constructed around it. I looked over my choices for breakfast. There was some sort of stew or some partially stale bread. Naturally I stuck with the stew. I plopped myself down on one of the chairs and propped my legs up on the table and began to shovel the cold stew into my mouth. That's when I notticed my mom was standing on the other side of the table. I slowly lowered my legs to the ground. "Uh hi. When did you get here?" I asked innocently. "Kaira you know better than that. Now hurry up and eat so you can get to training on time" my mom chided. I looked at her gloomily. "Do I have to go to training? Why do I need to know how to fight? It's stupid," I protested, trying to cover up the fact that I couldn't fight. I was awful at it. Last week I almost accidentally killed myself. "None of that now. Get your things and go," she ordered, thrusting a bag into my arms. I slung it over my shoulder and reluctantly walked out the door. **** to be continued....

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