Horror

I'm scared and terrified, can't close my eyes, don't want to see what it is; I'm cold, I'm freezing, I'm shacking. So scared that I can't even cry, shout or call for help. My throat is dry like a rock, water is on my side yet far. It's getting near, nearer and so close that I can feel its breath, I get up and try to run but my feet are betraying me. I don't want to see it any more, but my eyes will not close. I fear it more and more. I want my lungs to stop breathing, want my heart to stop beating; I want my blood to stop moving through my vessels. It won't. It's their cutting my throat with its knife, yet I am still alive, my eyes are open and terrified.

Highest limits

It was huger than they are and flying way above them, it is stronger as it thought, but for some reason it fell down on the sand and couldn’t get up again. They are tiny it thought, they will never harm me it thought, I will rest to bring my strength back. But it never did because they need no strength, they need not to be big, they only need to be able to do. They ate it alive

The strategy of crying

You cry when you are sad, happy, depressed, excited or in pain. Your tears drop when your tear glands are open. To cry with tears is to find the way to match crying with tears. How to do that? Easy... When you get one of those feelings; chop an onion.

The end

Once upon a time there was a little girl her name was Unknown, her life ended without any one knowing how it began. Once upon a time there was a little girl her name was Unknown, that had no life and it never ended because it never began. Once upon a time there was a little girl her name was Unknown, her life ended as it began. Once upon a time there was a little girl her name was Someone, her life started from birth; she lived, worked, achieved then died. Once upon a time there was a little girl her name was Unknown, that was born, lived, then died Once upon a time on a planet called earth, lived humans together in peace all were happy and pleased; that was Someone’s dream.

My new career

I am going to change my career after what I have discovered in me; I did something that could change my life forever I did something that I never knew that I could do. I can cook .. I am going to be a chef. Look At What I Have Cooked

Pride

Either Male or Female we are born. Two genders with different specialties and different responsibilities. Females is what I am going to write about; the gentle and beautiful gender. A female is lucky to not having the Y chromosome. Some might think that a female is the one judged in this community and for that she has less chances of living a normal life; the life that she wishes to be equal with males in but that should not be because in that we would lose alot of our feminine specs. Being the beautiful creature makes us the ones to be protected and taken care of; it is our weakness that makes us special in many ways. I like it when my father shows me how much I need him in my life, how much he is worried about me and how much he care in keeping my reputation clean as a clear Diamond it is because as he once said “A female is like a diamond the clearer it is the higher price it is”. A female should maintain that clearness in her by taking care of her self and giving her man the chance to do as well. Some might think that guys has more benefits and are more free in living their lives as they want and never being judged as we. But truly a guy is nothing but a beautiful peacock that has beautiful coloured feathers which is there to distract the enemies from his female.

Shooka has arrived

Today at nearly 7 am someone was knocking on my bedroom's door. "Come in" I said in a loud voice. "Shooka has arrived" my mum said in a voice filled with excite. "Oh; really. At last she's here" "I am going now to see her, do you want to go with me" "But I have to be in office at 8 am" I paused for a while then said "What ever; work can wait". Shooka has arrived I went with my mum and picked my sister from her house to go meet Shooka. My mum calls her family and tells them that Shooka has arrived; my sister calls her in laws and friends to tell them that Shooka has arrived; I called Ra-1 earlier and told her that Shooka has arrived. Shooka has arrived We arrived there at 8: 00 am; my brother was there hours before we arrived; he was so happy and confused at the same time; I guess he couldn't believe that Shooka really did arrive. He hugged my mum and nearly cried but as a Middle Eastern man his tears were hidden to not be shown in public. Shooka has arrived There she is; rapped in a white blanket, laying in bed near her exhausted mum. She has my brother's eyes, mouth and chin, and her mother's nose. Shooka has arrived

Religion studies

Boodi always finds his own awkward explanations for things and life matters. And I have to admit that that makes him special and different in a good way. He thinks and find his own conclusions that sounds crazy sometimes, but hey he made the effort of thinking at least; that many adults don't do. Once my mum and dad were both calling him, but he went to my father first, it's when my mum sort of felt jealous and said "You should come to your mum first and then your father" "said who?" he replays "The Prophet PBUH repeated “your mum” three times then said your father" she said "Well that doesn't mean that you should be first; it means that it's you only three times and my father the rest of my life" he said. My poor mum was shocked with his unexpected response. One night as my mum always did, she read them a story and this time it was the Prophet Mohammed PBUH story, she reached the part when Gabriel went to the Prophet in Hira'a grotto where he dictated the Qura'an to him for the first time. "So Gabriel teaches the Prophet the Qura'an and he will memorize it forever and never forgets it" Boodi interrupting mum "Yes sweet heart" mum replays "Then let him come to me and teach me; because I always forget when you teach me". I hope that he never thinks of being a religion studies teacher in his life. John and Bugz, Boodi's little friends