Author: Shelja Alawadhi

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On one fine in the evening, when the hues covered the sky. The birds were chirping. It was all set for the sun to go down and the moon to come up. The grass was very tall and lush. The valley all over was set up like a beautiful canvas. The wind was blowing. The…

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Since the first time I saw that mall it gave me a bad feeling. It was all kind of dark and it did not seem very inviting. I guess I should start from the beginning, my name is Tania Summers and all that I’m going to tell you happened when I was visiting my best…

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We must not look at only the physical aspects of a person, but watch the feelings and manner of being. About 500 years ago, there was a mummy named Bleach who was in life a very powerful. Pharaoh named Tuan Jam and Cheese, who was the king of all Egypt. Once the mummy Bleach awoke…

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The piano lay deserted in a corner adorned by specks of dust which glistened in the sunlight that streamed in through the door. I stood in the doorway and gazed around. Everything looked at brought back memories; memories of Joy, of sorrow, of laughter, of tears, of anguish. Memories which had become the essence of…

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Growing up without the loving care of a mother is indeed very difficult. This I realized when suddenly, one day I noticed something was wrong with my mother. I found she was becoming weaker day by day. Something had happened to her. Then, one day when returned from school, as usual, I did not find…

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Dec 21

Who Am I

Who am I? Do you know? ‘Cause if you do, Please tell me too. To me, each day I am someone new, Never actually the same; Unlike you. I feel like a book; With mystery and sorrow. Will I ever change? Life will tell me tomorrow. Tomorrow has come. Someone new, I am today. Do…

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Singing softly, songs of joy Though summer, autumn, and spring Swishing slowly to and fro The Leaves in the wind. Whispering beautiful words That flow out cool and green Beckoning with silent cries, Hundreds of lips unseen. With their sturdy, woody hands They show the lost their way And only the one who knows them…

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We are eight Girls are, Sandra, Loretta Marilyn, Juanita, Emelda, Tamara, Katherine and myself, Judy, we are the best of friends, However, even best friends do have misunderstandings among themselves and we were no exception to this rule. It was after this particular incident that we realized how close we were to other and resolved…

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To remember all those rainy nights, When soldiers still had to fight. All those hot, warm, sunny days; When there was no time to play. ‘Cause of World War One and World War Two; People died for me and you. For the families were probably going insane, Hoping day by day would not bring a…

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Dec 20

Little Girl

Born on the streets in the rain In the rain on the streets, she would die With no one to mourn and shed sad tears No one to pity and sigh Born on the unlucky day she was Was seven when she died, of age Her unhappy life of sorrow and pain Passed slowly stage…