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HUSH
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It was a whole new world, I couldn't believe my eyes. Humans feet touched the ground no more, they were conveyed in a four wheeled metal box. I saw tall buildings not made with thatched roof or mud but with bricks and woods of different colours. I saw light everywhere, I rightly thought that I was in the great beyond. As I looked on in amazement, one of the four wheeled metal boxes stopped in front of me and seated inside was the mysterious woman I met at the river bank. And she said "hop in and experience the best time of your life". I did as she said and hopped in. -
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Perseverance
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Lord, take away this uncertainty, and this torment. I am so afraid that after taking this step I will be eliminated, and I will not be able to apply for that job, give me security, to achieve the proposed objective". Those days I went to school to fulfill my work schedule and that worry filled me with sadness. On the third day, with my ideas more organized, I evoked a saying from my grandmother: "He who takes risks can win or lose. But he who does not take risks neither wins nor loses. I persevered and with that idea fixed in my mind.-
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One Long Night
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This wasn't what he envisaged for his first night at his dream house, and he could not scream as there was no one within a mile of where he was. So he summoned courage and tiptoed towards the door to confront whatever is lurking in the dark of his house. As he opened the door, he could hear footsteps retreating rapidly, but couldn't see anything, so he shut the door back immediately shivering in fear.
"am I going to die tonight"? He thought to himself as he sat back on his bed scanning the room for anything useful. -
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We Fear Nothing
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"You vile creature! Stay away from my daughter," Martina yelled.
Becka woke up with a start at the sound of a voice that seemed frightened and strange. She turned and paled at the sight of her equally pale and terrified mother. The sight of the shadowy, gigantic spider beside her bed made her eyes bulge.
She watched in slow motion as her mother ran from the door, fear, anger and determination etched on her face as she jumped on the shadowy spider. Her fingers were curved like claws, poised to tear the dark figure into irreparable pieces. -
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Thinking about my ex best friend
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You were always the outspoken one, the one with lots of friends. I had a good number of other friends as well, but couldn't match you in that category. I was more of the silent wise guy that's always sharing good advice and calculating intensely before making any move. It was a very good partnership and I'm sure it helped us make a large part of those formative years so much easier as well as more fun.
But as we grew we started growing apart. It was almost as sudden as it began. We talked less, visited each other less, played less, and almost as quickly as we'd become best friends it started to look like we weren't anymore. Though we still held on to the best friend tag, it was somewhat clear that we probably weren't that anymore. -
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A Sneak Peek Into My Dreamland
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The moment Mrs. jones left my office, another person came in and we chatted. I listened again. It is what I prefer doing in this part of the job as teaching in an elementary school takes the first part of the day. Don't you find it amusing? Cos I do. It is loving and educative to see how children act. One minute they make the statement, "I will not play with you again" and the next minute you find them with the same person giggling endlessly. A kid's heart? It is so pure and true.
Smiling again, I left my counseling office at noon and went home. It is time to finish up the day's work with a final job. Writing. An amazing job if you'd ask me. -
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As Calderon de la Barca said: That all life is a dream, and dreams are dreams
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That is why I have always believed that my dreams are deeply felt, that they are born from urgency or from the wound. Like the girls in the slums of Caracas, the Brazilian favelas or the Argentine slums, who dream in their little tin houses, that one day soon that man will arrive who will give them love and a dignified life, as it happens in the 6pm soap opera. Or the boy who plays soccer in the neighborhood street, without shoes or shirt, dreaming of Cristiano Ronaldo's luck, while urban cruelty is devouring him alive.
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