Quote on writing. ^_^

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

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long 以前 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 图片 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 颜色 and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...

Dear You-Know-Who,


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


I know 你 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! 你 hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected 你 to. At least 你 didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. 或者 when I hit the...

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

Some 随意 little piece of prose 写作 I did last 年 on a teens 写作 website, hope 你 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 由 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 最喜爱的 purple dress and my 蝴蝶 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 下一个 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...