short-story
"
Old Ghosts" by: A. J. McKenna at: http://www.short-stories.co.uk/
This short-story is amazing for those who like stories about ghosts and love.
It is about love, but that love that lasts forever, all your life. And about memories. Memories that we really want to preserve against everything and everyone but somehow.. these memories can turn to be your greatest desires..
HOME to me is...
It's a place, a person... It's wherever you feel safe and confortable.
It's where there is happiness and laughter surrounding us.
It's where you can put a sign saying "Home Sweet Home".
short-story
"Death by Scrabble" by
Charlie Fish at
www.short-stories.co.ukThis is a story of a married couple who are playing scrabble, but the game doesn't end very well. It's a weird story but in my opinion it is also a funny one.
So, there's this couple playing scrabble and the man keeps thinking how he hates his wife and how he wants to finish her off.
During the game he begins to realize that every word that they play, turn out real and happens what the words means.
He wants to happen something to his wife, so he starts to play for it. But in the end it is her wife that plays the word DEATH...
Home
I can say I have two "main" homes. And by this I mean that, my parents broke up some years ago.
I always try to look at this situation in a more positive way: I have two houses in different places. It is fantastic! Not everyone has two houses!
These are my "main" homes, or in other words, it is where I have my own beds, my own things, it is where my family is, and so on.
But I don't think home is just a house. I can say, for example, that my faculty is my home, because I like being there and most important of all, I feel fine there among all my friends.
Home can be everywhere. The only thing that matters is that you feel good and also, if you have a smile on your face, it is a sign that you are happy, and if you are happy, you probably will feel like you are at home.
Assignment 2
As far away as you can be, for as long as it can take, you always return to where you really feel at home.
It reminds me when I went to a foreign country where I just knew how to speak the language but I didn´t know anything else about it and where friends were nowhere to be found. I got a job in a local military academy and started to work as fast as I could to fulfill the void that was always present in my mind. It is something that no matter how hard you try, will never go away.
As the days went by, I got my work at the academy. I started to make friends and started to enjoy my time there. I made two great friends named Dan and Nathan who were those people so great that you can call them “friends for life”.
One day, I got ill and was unable to work, so I received a phone call from Dan to know how I was, what was happening and if everything was fine with me because they weren’t used to my absence at work. I told him not to worry about anything because I was just a little bit ill and the day after that I was going to work again as usual. That day, at home, not my real home, because I was abroad, I got homesick and started wondering about my grandparents and my brother who were in Portugal. As I thought about them I started to cry. It was one of those moments that you burst into tears. I really missed them so much at that moment. I felt scared because I was alone, by myself with my beloved ones far, far away.
After six months and a half, I was done with it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see my family again, just to be with them. In the same moment, I packed up my things, I said goodbye to my “friends” and I went back to Portugal. When I arrived at the airport he feeling of anxiety was increasing because I was closer to be with my family.
As I had the first glimpse of them I ran towards them. And when I felt them, nothing else mattered.
The void, that once was empty, was now filled. My face expressed all the happiness I was feeling. I couldn’t believe I was at home, for good. I knew I was ok when I was far from everything but that was nothing compared to the happiness I felt when I hugged my family.
Happiness can only be found when you really, really feel at home you can never be as happy as you are at your real home.
Home 2
Home to me is where I can find my soul. When I’m home I open my heart and I breathe love. There you find no trouble. You can search for love on the streets and harmony but you always end up finding it in your own home. In this case, we must open our eyes and see what’s in front of us; we have to face the facts that at home we have the kind of love that is unconditional.
I must say that I’m falling in love with my home. In fact, “There’s no place like home”. If you allow me, take this advice, never give up on your home, on the unlimited love. Don’t take it for granted. I’ve never done so and I know I won’t. Home is like a garden without mysterious thorns where I grew up and would play hide and seek with friends. It’s an endless corner. There I ensure you, you can be yourself, without judgment, away from the public life.
Home is very personal and people tend to create a specific house, for example, they decorate it with specific objects in order to make their mark. You can keep in there your profound and deepest secret, only the walls will listen to them. The question is, does home stays with us forever?
People regard their home as a treasure. It may rain outside but inside it’s warm and comfortable. I keep the whole world inside it. One might keep it outside. Most couples want to buy the perfect house, but they’re wrong. The house isn’t perfect if they don’t contribute with their experience. The perfect home must be created, it doesn’t come by itself.
Someone said, “There’s no place like Home” and this idiomatic expression appeared to me when I moved to live in Lisbon while I’m studying. However, it is possible to go home every weekend, I really miss it during the week. Like everything in life, there’s good and bad things and we must learn how to deal with them. It occurred to me that I have begun a new path. And I feel it’s interesting. Because you can add new experiences in your life and you really grow up alone without your family to protect you from what may come. So, definitely, I take with me good experiences.
Home isn’t just a place it’s a feeling too. They always go together. Have you ever thought that you always keep a memory of your own home with you?
Take into account the fact that we always try to make our own house the best in town. And it’s true, in fact we devote ourselves deeply to a place. We want to transform it into a shelter with comfort to feel better with the world outside and to feel protected too. Therefore we must agree that our home is a sanctuary, it’s like being in heaven. In order to keep it that way we must preserve it. I would really like to have a home like those in home magazines. There would be peacefulness and love like when I was little and my mum would comfort me and protect me from the evil outside. Would you give away your home? I think nobody would. And at the end of the day every person want to come back home to rest. Isn’t it a symbol of love for what belongs to us?
At last, we need a home at the end of the day to relax from the stress and I need a treasure to keep at home.
I find myself thinking what has changed in these couple of months… Seems like an eternity since I left home. It’s strange, on the one hand some days I feel that I want to quit of everything here and on the other hand I want to fight until the end of the journey.
Do you feel that kind of feeling called sadness when you have to leave your home, your place, your family? I don’t get along with the trips, I always feel alone and I find myself trying to not cry on the phone, I pick it up and I don’t have much to say. My mother’s voice helps me to not feel so alone and my boyfriend’s voice helps me to find myself in the dark.
Now I only stop at home by every once and a while. You don't really know what you've got until it's gone…
Home to me is...
Wherever I travel,
wherever I go,
Home is there
to show
from where I came from
and to where I go,
because when I feel safe,
when I feel comfortable
is wherever I'm at home!
Come what may,
Home will always be there for me!
Home is my life!
A Better Place
Ashley sat there thinking about what her life was all about. At a first glance, Ashley’s life seemed perfect. She was the most popular girl in school, president of the student council, had the perfect boyfriend, and lived the life that most teenage girls her age only dreamt of. But something was missing, although she did not know what it was, that was until, a certain day came along that would change her expectation of life and show her how truly meaningful it was.
It was a Friday; a normal Friday. Ashley got up that morning as she always did at 7:45. She already had her clothes laid out, as she always did that the night before so that in the morning she would save on her time. She got ready and got in her car, a birthday present from her un-present parents, and took the usual route to school. Her first class was Chemistry, Ashley hated Chemistry, but she excelled in all her subjects even if she hated them.
Lunchtime came along and Ashley ate lunch as she always did with all her friends, that seemed as though they were with her because she was wealthy and popular. Ashley was sure that if she was just a normal high school girl, no one would like her. That day, Ashley met someone that would change her life. A new girl was in the lunchroom; she seemed new to the school and to the neighbourhood. Ashley thought it was her duty to go and speak to the new student, considering that she was the president of the student council and it was her duty to set an example for all of her classmates.
The new girl's name was Becca, short for Rebecca; she had just got to Kingsville the day before. Kingsville was Ashley’s hometown. They struck up a conversation and there was an instant connection between the two. The two girls figured out that they had a lot in common, and they thought it strange but in an overwhelmingly good way. Ashley invited Rebecca to her home to have dinner and to talk a little more and just have a nice time together.
They arrived at Ashley’s home and as usual her parents were not there. Her mother was a corporal lawyer and her father was a high-powered stockbroker. They gave her all the comfort she needed financially, but never enough love for her to feel at home in her own home. Ashley and Becca spoke about how lonely they both felt because of the lack of attention from their parents. They were both excellent students, but only did well to catch their parents’ attention so that they would feel proud of their daughters.
Ashley and Becca soon became best friends. They would share everything with each other and they even signed up to go to the same University. They both wanted to work with children and make the world a better place for humanity, especially for children. Ashley and Becca spent hours together under a tree near an abandoned mansion. They both agreed that they would one day buy the mansion and restore it and open up a community center for children. That place was the only place they really felt at home. All they needed was each other and promised to stay best friends until the end.
Graduation came along and everyone was excited to finally be out of high school and on to the real world. Ashley would be giving her valedictorian speech that night. She felt nervous; she knew that now her life would be different. Ashley would be living on her own and having to worry about things that never crossed her mind before. Becca was not accepted into the same University as Ashley. They promised that they would remain best friends, despite the distance, and that they would live out their dream of the community center for children.
Ashley’s speech was a real heart tugger. There was not a dry eye in the whole theatre; even the teachers and parents were wiping away a tear from their eye. Ashley spoke of her dream, and of what everyone’s dream should be. She dreamt that everyone would have a home they could feel safe in, that children would not cry and that they would all be happy. She congratulated her classmates and told them to remember to do some good in the word, even if it would turn out to be the most insignificant act of kindness. Graduation was over, and now Ashley and Becca would go their separate ways.
Ashley excelled at her subjects at University, but this time she did it for herself and not for her parents. Ashley was living on her own and for the first time in all her life, she felt at home in her own home. Ashley missed Becca; they hardly ever saw each other any more because of the distance between the two Universities. They still spoke to each other every week on the telephone and reunited every month or so.
In the blink of an eye, University was over. Ashley would be graduating again, and strangely, she felt as though she had just graduated from high school the day before. Ashley thought that as she got older, time passed her by more quickly, so she might as well start thinking about her future. Becca would be attending Ashley’s graduation, and Ashley would then do the same for Becca.
Ashley began working as a primary school teacher and Becca began working in a social services office. They were both living a modest life and both starting a family. They were finally happy and felt loved in their home. The two women did no longer feel that they had to leave their home to feel at home.
A few years later, Ashley and Becca returned to Kingsville. Naturally, the abandoned mansion with the tree was still there and identical to what it looked like ten years ago when they would go there to feel safe. They informed themselves about purchasing the home and surprisingly, it was at a bargain price, so they got the paper work done as quickly as possible and started the construction once the mansion was in their name.
Two years later, the “Sunny Side Up Community Center”, was open for business. They had after-school programs for children and so many activities for all ages. Everyone was happy with the only community center in Kingsville. Ashley and Becca are glad that they can now help children to feel safe and at home in a place rather than their home. Children were happy and always smiling and playing. This was what Ashley and Becca thought about that Friday, the normal Friday when they met each other. They never thought that their dream would take them so far.
They were glad that they were able to make the world a better place by helping those who felt the same way as Ashley and Becca when they were younger. Everyone deserves a home, even if it is not a house. A place where they can feel safe and comforted and a place where they know they will get a smile. Sometimes a smile can light up your day, no matter how badly your day has been. Ashley and Becca changed something in the world and they were able to take part in making the world a better place for humanity.
Home
Home is where the heart is.
But how does one know where the heart is?
My heart belongs to two homes.
My heart feels at home in both places.
My new home feels right,
My old home feels distant.
Maybe my home will change once more in a few years.
Home to me, is where I feel right;
Home to me, is where I feel happy.
Home to me is here.
short-story
This is an appealing title to an exciting story about love. I’ve always loved to read about romances and this story really detained my attention. You might suppose it’s because it’s about love and all the heartache involved…but you would be astonished with my answer.
Unexpected ending, so I was very surprised for the reason that love overcomes what may appear beyond your reach. In addiction, returning to a place where you’d started a relationship and memories begin to come into your mind might save a marriage. And how can you hate someone and still be in love with him? I believe the answer is rather easier than working out our problems, you don't know how much someone means to you until you lost him.
If you like to read about romances you would probably like to read this one.
Home
Summer breeze lasts forever.
Feels like home when you breathe pure love.
Sweet colours warm you when you close your own eyes.
Tastes like sugar when our beloved ones hold us closely.
If you listen to your heart
You will be at home.
Sky is the limit to dream about home.
Blue is the calmness you may discover in it.
The wind carries you with his strength to come back home safe
And it blows you away so quickly to move forwards at a new port.
The end of the day is eternally a weakness to my bright soul.
Night is so dark and calm,
She’s filled with tender words at dinner time.
The daylight refreshes my dead body
And awakes it from the dream that still remains inside the bed
It’s holding for another night to come
And it’s expecting another easy and painless adventure with a mysterious world…
It’s the world of dreams.
Some thoughtless dreams are brought together
By a weird and wonderful home.
The home of expectations and feelings.
What’s home? Why is so essential?
Home is what makes part of you,
Of your life.
It’s what you want it to be.
This is home to me
Home
"No matter how dreary and grey our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home." - The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum”
Reminiscing about my life, I come to realise
Home is not bricks or concrete
Instead, my home is made of …
Beautiful faces;
Familiar scents;
Well-known corners;
Laughs;
Innocence.
Disagreements;
Harsh voices;
Unwanted words;
Tears;
Forgiveness.
Warm sensations;
Safety feelings;
Microcosms.
Serenity;
Getting lost in thoughts;
Settling down.
Memories …
How sweet can home be
How bitter can it sometimes become
I know my home is not flawless
Nevertheless, there is no other “ place” I know I’ll always return to
No other “place” I can call my own
Except for my home
Cátia Ildefonso
It's a place, a person... It's wherever you feel safe and confortable.
