The Cycle of Life
No one knows or is
Until you are and become
Your life awakens
The cycle begins
The form takes shape and style
It touches, it tastes
Growth dictates choices
Love and hate dictate actions
Acceptance shows up
You see yourself now
You accept the others now
The world’s path is new
The tears come and go
The memories make you laugh
Your life goes to sleep
Charm. I've always wanted to be charming, feel charming, exude charming. I do none of those. I garner mild curiosity at best. Fleeting. I tell jokes badly, have an awkward energy and burn my tongue too often on hot drinks. My laugh is average and my wit is the same. I'm at my best when I have a story and at my worst when I tell it. Charm is so enviable when I see it in others. I wish I could learn this power, wield this power, use it everywhere I go - but I can't, I don't and I won't. Dems da breaks.
The Spanish Pig.
On a warm summer night in Madrid, the sound of pig was everywhere. Not the squeals and snorts you were expecting, the swishing and swallowing of people consuming pig with every course. The Spaniards are not shy about their love of pork. All pork. And not from head to toe, from ear to toe. Every delectable morsel. Especially the baby pigs. The succulent sucklings. The sweetest, most tender meat, ever to almost
not exist. To look at them could be frightening. They were smooth and shiny skinned babies; but this was mostly a tourist's problem, never a Spaniards. Pigs have been on the butchering table in Spain for centuries. Long enough for their fate to be woven into their knowledge of existence. Yet they still fought it. Especially the sucklings. Too young understand their fate per se, they nonetheless sensed when was coming more than any adult pig ever did. They knew when death was coming, just from the sound of the approaching footsteps. They were heavier than usual, because of the knife in the farmer's hand. Thats how in tune sucklings were with their last moments. Too slow to run andtoo immature to figure out a plan however, they succumbed to the blade every time.Until Herve. Herve the suckling pig, who fooled them all and lived longer than any pig ever lived in Spain. This is his story...
Analu and her Rainbow Lollipop / Sam and his Magic Bag of Cookies
Genre: Educational children's stories. One teaches the colours of the rainbow, the other teaches about compromise in friendship
Age range: 3 to 7yrs
Word count: 1260 and 1600
Abigail Saunders
Why is this project a good fit: As long as there are parents out there who read with their kids, there will be an appreciation of the ability to bond with them through their favourite stories.
Me: I love writing children's books and also personal interest stories. I enjoy writing about the psychology behind my topic and my style tends to be heavily based on background information with articulate descriptions of characters/events/people/times/places.
I also write reports for a regulatory body for a living.
My hometown is Toronto, ON and my hobbies are creative writing, baking and working