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Little Thought
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- Me, Myself, and I
- To Introduce Your Host For This Fine Night:
Kat B.
I Write For A Hobby. Occasionally I Enter Competitions.
This Is Most Of My Work, Poems, Short Stories, Chapers Of Several Failed Book Attempts.
I Hope You Enjoy My Work.
I Welcome Constructive Critism With Open Arms. I Like Knowing What I Can Improve On.
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When Aidan begins to have prophetic visions she is scared she is going insane. But she's not. She's a medium, and her visions are all circling around one topic.
But all is not well. Aidan will discover a brutal truth.
The race is on to stop the deaths of 4 more girls. Can Aidan change her visions or is fate an unstopable force?
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Note From The HouseKat #1
There I was, Dear Reader. Sitting in English lisening to Mrs.M talk about a fantastic poem in that excited, rushed way she does. To be honest, I love the way Mrs.M teaches. It got me properly interested in English and writing. And to explain the poem (As it is my fuel for thought this evening).
The Almond Tree was written by John Stallworthy about the birth of his first child. His child turns out to have down syndrome. He is devestated by this, as it is is the first real tragedy in his life. He then learns about unconditional love and the world outside the protective bubble he has lived in safe from harm, and the poem ends on a nice happy note on how much he loves his baby.
You follow so far? Good. Let us continue.
So there I was in English packing up my books. And then it hit me.
Perfection, Beauty, Purity.
Nothing is skin deep. Nothing true, at least.
Because inside my battered old jotter with its folding corners and black smudges from the dye of my other books I keep my two new books. Crisp and clean and pretty. All the battered shabbyness of my old jotter (which I have to admit I LOVE - nothings anygood until its nice and worn in) was hiding the true pretty jotters I have. Just like we hide ourselves beneath make-up (even guys!) and clothes and skin.
And so God blessed me with a beautiful lesson, a blessing in itself.
I'm sure by now you may have guessed I am not talking about my jotters. Infact, in some cases, I am not even talking about humans.I am talking about true beauty.
True beauty is never on the surface. No, true beauty is not something to be recognised with the eye. True beauty is covered, hidden under layers of sheilds and defence front lines.
Look at someone who (not to be mean) isnt amazingly good looking but one of the nicest people you know. Look further than skin and you might see. In teen life we take so much pride in looks, and if you've not won the genetic lottery, then your left behind.
But the caterpillar is really a butterfly in hiding.
True beauty is unconditional love, kindness, heart, the greater understanding. It is everything we can never really understand.
Dear Reader, Do you agree?
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o haii. :]