On Confidence

For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind te how beautifully and wonderfully made te are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long fa and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the immagini he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling colori and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...

Dear You-Know-Who,


How can te not read my body language? When te present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my Friends present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think te touched my hair!!!!


I know te were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! te hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected te to. At least te didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. o when I hit the...

love. what does it truley mean? being in Amore is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in Amore is when te feel something for one person più strongly than te feel for another. but Amore is something elsa all together. Amore is when te cant convience yourselve te Amore someone, but when te try to leave something tells te no, stop and think. and when te do think the reason is blantint. Amore is when te think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits te that without all of that te wouldnt be the person te are, and they wouldnt be the one te love....

Some random little piece of prose Scrivere I did last anno on a teens Scrivere website, hope te like it.:)

They are everywhere, these birds. They hobble, strut, and flutter around the town, weaving in and out of the shoppers, darting in between clumping feet to snatch crumbs and bits of crisps among the blobs of chewing gum and cigarette ends on the wet cobblestones. The people don’t care. The pigeons don’t care. Both species living their separate lives in a man-made environment where man and bird are equal. They are the colours of the town; grey, dull brown occasionally, dappled with factory-steam...

"I still remember the world from the eyes of a child. Slowly those feelings were clouded da what I know now..."



I sat there in the police department, swinging my legs back and forth high above the floor. I was wearing my preferito purple dress and my farfalla sandals. My dark brown hair was in a high ponytail and it bounced as I looked both sides. Where was Mommy? Carmine and Reed sat successivo to me there, and they were not happy. Carmine, twelve at the time, had tears coming from his eyes. Reed, fourteen, had his face in his hands, so I couldn't see what he looked like. Soon I got sick of waiting...