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Dear fans,     I am pleased  to announce that I have been doing a bit of photography. Soon I`ll be sending some of my master pieces to you. From B. Oviya

  My Gift part 4( last part !) On the way, I met Maya. Her face was sweating. “Where were you. I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said. “I saw my parents and Pablo,” I sobbed. “Did you?” She asked eye wide. “Where are they?” “There’re all dead,” I said with a shaky voice. “What? I told you not to go there. Look at you now, your all over the place,” she said her face beaming with light. “You rotten princess,” I yelled. “You don’t even care about me,” I ran away, with my eyes pursed. I kept running until I reached my old house. I went down the stairs down to the basement. Took all of mom’s junk and buried my head inside them.  I stared sobbing even more. “Mom, dad please come back,” I howled. Then, a light blue wind lifted the junk up to the sky. It surrounded me going around in circles. I saw my mom’s beautiful face faintly appear in the circle.  “I’m always here for you Masha, so is dad,” she said and then disappeared. So did the wind. “Mom,” I said. “Dad,”  ...

  My Gift part 3 “The ridicals are demon dogs. They are wild creatures of the far west.A long time ago, they invaded our village and kept us captive for 3 years. If that happens again, I’m not sure we can hold on for longer.” Martha said with a comprehensive tone. “But how do you know that they are coming? What if they’re not,” asked Maya with a raised eyebrow. “Some kids were playing next to the dark forest, found a fur from the one of the demon dogs. We had the same sign when we were invaded 15 years ago,” “Come on Masha, it looks like she’s lying. I’ve never heard of anything like demon dogs before, so why are you getting worried. Your father just probably went somewhere,” she said as she gave out a little yawn. “No, Maya. It has to be true.,” I said with a straight back. “The next right thing, is to go into the dark forest and help him,” “Masha ! Your risking your life,” she screamed at me. “Well if your too scared to help me and be a nice friend than it’s ok. I’ll go by myself...

My Gift part 2 “What, what are you talking about?,” “I saw your dad and Pablo in Martha’s house,” “Who’s Martha?” I asked. “She is a shoemaker.” She said. “She lives next to me,”  “Why did your dad go there?” She questioned. “I, I don’t know why,” I stumbled why did he go there? “Should I take you there,” she said excitedly. “After all she is my neighbor,” I felt my body tighten and my head growing bigger and bigger. “I’ll come with you. But aren’t we supposed to go to school,” I said as my hands became to tumble again. “We can; but we don’t have to,” she said with a grin. “Ok let’s go” I said with both hands knotted behind me. We ran towards Martha’s house. We ran past trees and a lake. By the time we got there Martha was about to leave the house. “Martha,” Maya shouted.” “Don’t leave,” Martha turned back in shock. She looked around as if she was finding an excuse. “Martha, did you see dad,” I spilled out my words. “Who’s dad? What are you saying? ,” she said  “Masha’s dad! ...

                                  My Gift I wish it was the same as when we had mom. Or at least I knew where mom was. Things were never the same as when we had her. My mom ,who is from a rich family, gave up everything just for my dad. But I still wonder why she left dad, and me. All I have left of her is the old trunk in the basement. It has all kinds of junk, mom always says that junks are what helps you when you need them; they are treasure to one’s eyes.  I heard from the my grandmother, who died before mom disappeared, mom fell in love with dad because she liked the curiosity he had towards helping and caring for the family. . “Masha,” yelled dad, interrupting my flow of thoughts. “Come eat breakfast, your going to be late for school,” “Coming dad,” I replied.  I hate school. It is so boring. The sweaty hand of teacher’s touching your back for encouragement is not very helpful. My hea...

Dear fans, Sorry to disappoint you with the last post, but you will like this. I have decided to make a short series called ‘My Gift’. 🎁  Hope you like it. From the best blogger yet (not to brag), B. Oviya

Dear fans, This a sad new from your beloved Oviya. Sorry to disappoint you, but I will need to pause my series for a few weeks. I hope this does not bewilder you.  But don’t worry, I will post more posts that you would like. Sorry for the inconvenience. From your favorite blogger, B. Oviya

The Time Anne Conjured a Ghost ( part 2) Why? Previously :                     Anne found a dream catch in a dark and peculiar cave. She took it home and when she hung it in her bedroom, she saw creepy eye in a corner. Now :           She was walking to school the next day, buried under her thoughts. She could not forget what happened last night. She somehow felt she was connected to those eyes. "Anne, come," shouted a voice from the distance bumping her out of her thoughts. It was her friend, Mary. After her friend ,Sara, moved countries she was left behind with no friends. Mary was the only one she found interesting in her class of 30 students. Although   Mary would speak only with silence and Anne could not survive a day without talking, they liked each other as a friend. Unable to forget what happened, she spilled her thoughts out to Mary.  Mary was scared and felt bad for Anne yet she did not ...

Fanta and Santa Here is a  funny poem  that I made. Hope you like it! Hope to get comments in the comments below! Last Christmas I drank Fanta, and saw Santa. What shone was a light, that I blurred my sight. It was like a bat, fat as a cat. From now on I will drink Fanta!