I’m 22, I’ve climbed a mountain, graduated from university, and started my own business.
I don’t really care for money, all I want in life is to be outdoors, travel the world, write stories about all the people I meet, and drink giant cups of tea.
– Eman, Doha
When I was about six years old,I was crazy about playing cards,and I was very good at playing it.It’s a very simple game in my hometown.This game’s rule is easy:use your card to hit another’card,if your card make another’s card turn over,then you win.
Once,I played this game with my friend.But she was not good at playing this game,so I won all of her cards just for a while.When the game finished,I had full satisfaction for I won all of her cards.But I saw the deep sadness in her eyes.She asked me to return her cards back so we could play one more game.But I refused her because I was so selfish at that time.
People’s feelings change with the circumstances.I felt very very regret as soon as I recalled this thing.I really what to say sorry to her but I don’t have chance today.
– Tang Hao, Jilin, Songyuan, China
They say that there used to be a house made of soft grass sitting just on the edge of the woods. The house was home to a little mouse named Jaboski. Jaboski was very clever but not clever enough to reinforce his home with stone. One day, a very strong gust of wind lifted up the little house, Jaboski within, and carried it off into the sky. Jaboski has been in the clouds ever since.
– Nicole Aydë, Tustin
One evening, a worker working for the construction site nearby walked into my cafe. When he camehe ride the bicycle. It seemed like he had a long time determination to walk in. He said to me he want to try a cup of coffee of our shop. He looked the menu for 1 minute and say：“please do me an caffe Americano.（Note：cafe Americano is the cheapest one of the coffee in the menu）. He determined so quickly that I feel a little conflicted. On one hand，I was worried about caffe Americano too bitter for him and destroyed the good feeling of coffee in his mind. On the other hand, I felt it’s not polite to ask him whether he drunk coffee often and used to the taste and I think it will make him embarrassed. So I asked him if he like sweet drinks and like coffee with milk. He said yes. So I knew that what is really suited for him is Caramel Latte.
I don’t know it’s the coffee or his good mood that day make him so happy.
After a cup of coffee he became so happy and chatty. He began to tell us a lot about family issues,about his son, about his wife in hometown. He thought although his work take him so much time and tired.But his salary can be paid on time. Afterward, maybe because in such a unfamiliar city he find some familiar feeling and heart-warming feeling that he began to sing folk songs of his hometown. This is really a very touching moment. I feel that a man over his 50 years of his life he get up the courage to walk into a cafe and drink his first cup of coffee.
Maybe most of his life filled with work and support his family and left little time enjoying himself. But that day at this special evening he enjoyed himself and we became close to each other without distance and heart-warming and understanding each other~
– Freda Wong, Shenzhen
“I think I’ve painted myself into a corner” she said with a nervous smile, looking at the mess around her and at her friend standing by the door at the opposite end of the room. She contemplated her options. She could take a leap of faith, and hope that her friend would want, and be able to, catch her in midair on the other side. She could paint herself out of the room, retracing her steps backward, meticulously erasing every misstep. Or, she could give up, just droop down in the corner, shameful that she’d let her excitement outpace her common sense. Then, once the paint had dried, she could leave and no one, except for her friend standing by the door, would ever know. She counted backward, “Three… two… one…”, then took a deep breath and made her decision.
– Albert, Stockholm
I am twenty-six years old now.I am a girl.When I was a child, my parents quarreled with each other seriously .I was unable to stop that. Then I would go outside and cried in a corner in the dark .My father would take me home after the quarrel stopped.But my mother always tried to commit suicide.I was so afraid that I always held her legs when we were sleeping in order to stop she hurting herself. I think it is a sad story. Now I have grown up, but I never forgot the sad and afraid feeling .
– AZURE, Shanghai
Robin Bell looked wistfully out into the storm, the window pane fractured by beads of water running down the glass. As the kettle started to whistle, he hobbled over to the cupboard and took out his favourite enamel mug, white with orange nasturtiums. With his tea made, he shuffled to the table.
SMALL MAN COUNTS TO A BILLION read the headline of the newspaper. Fairies danced in the flames of the fire, flicking back their heads and laughing. Again, Robin walked to the window. It hadn´t stopped raining since the tenth of July five years ago. He would give anything for a snatch of sun. But that would never be possible.
– Scroch Duliton, Warsaw
Scurrying along the floor Abby neared her wall but before she could dart into the hole a shrill voice screamed “mouse, mouse” and a huge foot crashed down obscuring her view of the mouse house. Abby scuttled around the humongous foot and to the safety of her little mouse house.
– Anonymous, Aucland
There it hung, shimmering. Suspended in the air, floating in flux. Kiki stared up at it, her eyes gleaming and her heart full with awe. The city appeared to be solid, but surely that was impossible. The stars twinkled above, their beauty comprimised by the ustounding sight.
– hat attack, Gluttonbergson
The Real Hobo’s Of Bev Hill
Cragen’s Haiku
My Name Is Cragen
Watch my show now, home-owners
Steps are wonderful
And now, a short bio of Cragen
Cragen’s a hobo by nature, poet by profession. He lives under a step, above which ladies do yoga every Saturday. He has a beard (dirty brown), wears numerous coats(his favorite’s aubergine and has large pockets), and is proud to say that he has a full head of hair.
– Cragen, Bev (Beverly) Hills
