— rainbow-writing

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think

that caring about you

was such a crime.

Thirteen Word Story

You ripped the stitches

out of my heart.

Eight word Story

I am a wilting daisy,
while she is a stunning
blue rose.
Twelve word story

My heart shattered.

Loudly. Yours didn’t

Six word story

Don’t tell me you hate

me. I will fall apart.

Ten word story”

Why is reading so important?

An old farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his book. One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the book just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon 
as I close the book. What good does reading the book do?"

The grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water."

The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.  The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try 
again. At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house.  The boy again dipped the basket into the river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's  useless!"

"So you think it is useless?" the old man said, "Look at the basket." The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out. 

Son, that's what happens when you read the book. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out!!!

The Bet.

The Bet.

- Scott Krippayne

You feel insignificant, a whisper in the wind
Sometimes you think nobody knows your name
But there’s Somebody watching over you
And He knows everything you’re going through

He sees every single tear
He feels everything you’re feeling
He wants to hold you close and dry your eyes
Your heart is what He hears
When the world just hears you crying
No matter what the pain,

He cares.

— Tiny Stories

“
The saddest word

in the whole wide world

is the word almost.




He was almost in love.

She was almost good for him.

He almost stopped her.

She almost waited.

He almost lived.

They almost made it. ”

“Are you a cop?”

While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, an officer was interrupted by a little boy about six years old. Looking up and down at his uniform, he asked, “Are you a cop?”

“Yes,” he replied and continued writing the report.

“My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” he told him.

“Well, then,” he said as he extended his foot towards the officer, “would you please tie my shoe?”

beautiful is not enough.

My teacher told me this story in grade 5. have always remembered it too

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

This was really an amazing and necessary thing to read right now.

"This is the story of how I died. But don’t worry, this is actually a fun story and the truth is it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel, and it starts with the sun."

"This is the story of how I died. But don’t worry, this is actually a fun story and the truth is it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel, and it starts with the sun."

Hold Close

Hold Close - IngridTan

Masterpiece

The pieces of the chess board newly introduced in 3B.

— Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid

“She laughed and danced with the 

thought of death in her heart.”

I adore people who are unafraid of being who they are.

I adore people who are unafraid of being who they are. Today I spent the afternoon walking through the weekend market. In normal circumstances I’m rather a shy creature. I rarely venture out of my little house on the hill, let alone go to places where people abound. So my friend and I walk through the market, watching musicians sing and vendors sell. We watch people teach their children how to walk, and we watch as dogs faithfully follow their families. Lying in the sun, we talk about our futures and let those thoughts evaporate. There are beautiful people who surround us, people whose grace needs no announcement. We buy slices of pizza from a girl with rosy cheeks who thanks us with a smile. Our day slips in and out of rainclouds and we revel in the small joys of being children. Soon, we won’t be teenagers any longer. We’ll be making decisions about relationships and rental properties. We’ll be swimming very out of our depth, sooner than I’d like to think about. But today we made a tiger from modeling clay, we played musical instruments made from pvc pipes and we rained sunflower seeds into the welcoming earth. Today we were just as we were. We woke up and we were brave, just to do what we wanted to do. And I loved it.

I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here.

"I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.”

telling you something nice about someone? hmm...

telling you something nice about someone? hmm... 
a close friend feel asleep on new years eve next to her secret crush, when she woke up he was sleeping next to her and holding her in his arms. everyone knows that they love each other since a long time but they are both to shy. this really happened, its not a story.

Fix You.

*and that’s why you don’t go around fixing people
**and that’s why you don’t give up pieces of yourself to make someone else whole
***We do this more than we think. Sometimes we reject those who have helped us the most. Other times, we help those who allow their egos to hide their humilities.
****someONE FUCKING MAKE THAT TEDDY BEAR HAPPY BEFORE I CHOKE BECAUSE I HAVE TEARS BRIMMING MY EYES HELP ME



















































it may take time but there is someone waiting to hold your hand
My tears