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A story about teaching kids English and how I understood my school teachers from the past...

A story about overwhelm, hope, and anxiety. A story about life.

A story about ESN UK's conference in London. In other words, a story about passion and unity.

A boy becomes a man twice, once when his father dies and once when he becomes a father…

A discussion about the future; of what's yet to come...

An essay-story on significance and uncertainty of its essence.

The Beatles sang that all we need is love, the boy thought, but I would take it a step further and say ‘all there is, is love’…

We’re all stray dogs in one way or another, the boy thought, and we all need the community to feel a little less this way...

Thoughts flow endlessly like the sounds, like the clouds on a bluish sky, like the autumn leaves thrown around by the cold breeze…

Look at those people there in the distance he said pointing the finger down the slope, the magnitude of nature makes us so insignificant...

Over sixty percent of sea pollution is there due to fishing malpractice the boy heard once, it appears to be true...

Would you believe if I told you that time of the day influences your decision-making the boy heard himself reciting the question.

Whenever one trusts the intuition, feeling the guidance of the Universe within, one is able to experience miracles anytime, anywhere…

Have you ever felt like a part of you have stayed with the place, the person, or the thing you had to leave behind…?

A short, reflective story submitted for my Creative Writing MA application.

Have you ever woke up laughing the boy asked his friend, because I just did and the morning was pure bliss after that...

Life is but a dream the boy remembered the quote, if it wasn’t for the mind, we could all just wake up…

How do you break into someone’s mind – the student asked. It’s fairly easy his teacher answered openly, you got to go through the heart…

Do I truly live in the present - the boy asked himself looking at all the plans, schedules, and sketches his mind produced daily.

The boy observed the many colors mixing with each other 'this could symbolize the constant cycle of life…'