The Home Searched for: Finding Belonging and Acceptance_The Storyteller’s Daughter_Mrs Anna and her
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The Home Searched for: Finding Belonging and Acceptance
A young student washed up on the shores of an island in the south Pacific Ocean. As she awoke, in a daze, the events of the storm replayed in her mind. She remembered warning her friends that they needed to return shore. They ignored her warnings and they were swept out to sea. As the storm rages, they were tossed around and one by one they flew from the boat and into the water. Kelli had held on as hard as she could. She couldn’t remember when she finally met the water. She lifted her head to look around and realized she was not alone. She was almost surrounded by people pointing spears at...
The Storyteller’s Daughter
The city rushes outward, upward, in all directions, blurred by the rain and gloom of another midday storm. The streets teem with blinded cars, headlight beams shining in the raindrops and reflecting off the wet pavement. You are lost, caught by surprise in the storm and turned around in the unfamiliar city. Your hair is soaked and disheveled, your clothes cling tightly to your skin in the warm summer rain.A streetlight and a modest storefront sign catch your eye. This building is nothing like the aloof glass-and-metal structures which surround it. It is welcoming: stone-clad with wide windows,...
Mrs Anna and her famous pinboard
Mrs. Anna was sitting on her porch, sunbathing when the alarm rang. She got up and went inside her house. She took out the freshly baked cookies from the oven. Her blue velvet cookies were the talk of the town. No event or function in the neighbourhood was complete without her famous cookies. In fact, she had prepared this batch for her granddaughter, Ari, who was coming over from Leeds. Ari's parent couldn't tolerate her anymore, so they sent her to Mrs Anna as a punishment. Mrs Anna placed the fresh cookies in a blue jar and kept the blue jar in the cupboard. The cupboard stored different ja...
The little Boy, and the Fishing Competition
Once upon a time, there was a boy. He loved school and riding horses. His schoolhouse was a tiny place because his village was small, too. It was just a small wooden building with desks, chairs, and a chalkboard. But it was his sanctuary. At home, he was poor; but here, rich or poor, everyone was in the same place. They were all getting the same educatwww.onedoor.ccion even if they had more money than someone else. He especially loved his teacher. Her name was Mrs. White. She lived a simple life and loved her students. Due to her and his family's influence, he lived an honest life and never lied.One day aft...