Quote on writing. ^_^

For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind আপনি how beautifully and wonderfully made আপনি are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long পূর্বে and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the প্রতিমূর্তি he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling রঙ and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...

Dear You-Know-Who,


How can আপনি not read my body language? When আপনি present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my বন্ধু present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think আপনি touched my hair!!!!


I know আপনি were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! আপনি hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected আপনি to. At least আপনি didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. অথবা when I hit the...

love. what does it truley mean? being in প্রণয় is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in প্রণয় is when আপনি feel something for one person আরো strongly than আপনি feel for another. but প্রণয় is something elsa all together. প্রণয় is when আপনি cant convience yourselve আপনি প্রণয় someone, but when আপনি try to leave something tells আপনি no, stop and think. and when আপনি do think the reason is blantint. প্রণয় is when আপনি think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits আপনি that without all of that আপনি wouldnt be the person আপনি are, and they wouldnt be the one আপনি love....

Some যেভাবে খুশী little piece of prose লেখা I did last বছর on a teens লেখা website, hope আপনি like it.:)

They are everywhere, these birds. They hobble, strut, and flutter around the town, weaving in and out of the shoppers, darting in between clumping feet to snatch crumbs and bits of crisps among the blobs of chewing gum and cigarette ends on the wet cobblestones. The people don’t care. The pigeons don’t care. Both species living their separate lives in a man-made environment where man and bird are equal. They are the colours of the town; grey, dull brown occasionally, dappled with factory-steam...

"I still remember the world from the eyes of a child. Slowly those feelings were clouded দ্বারা what I know now..."



I sat there in the police department, swinging my legs back and forth high above the floor. I was wearing my পছন্দ purple dress and my প্রজাপতি sandals. My dark brown hair was in a high ponytail and it bounced as I looked both sides. Where was Mommy? Carmine and Reed sat পরবর্তি to me there, and they were not happy. Carmine, twelve at the time, had tears coming from his eyes. Reed, fourteen, had his face in his hands, so I couldn't see what he looked like. Soon I got sick of waiting...