It might have been
Look, down there. That thing you just saw, shattered into a million tiny little pieces, is my heart. That sound you just heard was...
Daddy
Long ago, I'd read somewhere that the true greatness of a person is reflected by the human inability to define that greatness. And so,...
What Sets Us Apart?
You look at me. Almost shyly, I look back. There is much in these there-but-not-quite gazes, though they are silent. You are going, and...
Memories of a man
These are my memories of a man who was so much more than just my grandfather?
Someone who always had the time to talk, who...
I’ll wish I was there
My earliest memory of the activity that has occupied the most generous portion of my life thus far - going to school - is...
Potter Mania!
About the author:Alma Pereira is a voracious reader, studies in senior 4 (class X) at Sacred Heart School, Bahrain. She is a past winner of...
A Fairy Tale Love
We recently took a trip to Southeast Asia, including Hong Kong, Beijing, Singapore, Malaysia, and Indonesia. It was quite an exciting trip mainly because...
Bits of a memory
And perhaps this is, in a way, the creation of another memory. Maybe we'll come across this little scrap one day, when clearing out...
The illusion of freedom
No one is ever completely free, in the true sense of the word. Call me a pessimist if you will, but it seems to...
The birth of Spring
?Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear...
