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By Aadarsh George Oh lovely colourful fragrant rose flower in my garden,

I love to look your beautiful presence Where you get all the beuty and fragrance? I never saw the beuty and fragrance when you were a bud As a helpless boy. I asked you, God or nature given you this? Still that question with you unanswered Whenever I run to ask you, you nodded your colourful head and fun with wind Honeybees and butterflies dance for joy in your petals You lovingly feed them nectar They loot your nectar You expect them back with love and care, never happened again You are sad on them of their cheating I ran to cheer you up, but you show hate on me You blindly pricked me with your deadly thorns With bleeding hands I ran away from you You cheered up to see my red blood With pain I looked at you through my window Next morning I woke up and look at you with love Your coloured petals were fading away Terror of darkening death rushed to your life, Anyway I have to say, Still I love you my beutiful rose, You fill my life and garden with scent of beauty and fragrance Still I love you my beautiful red rose flower forever.

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Spring - By Ajay Edakkara

I look at the horizon And see the setting sun Yellow, orange and crimson Reminding me of times of fun.

I see a blooming flower And all the busy bees Making honey so sweet; never sour In their great green blooming trees.

Spring is so beautiful The time of awakening When everyone is so hopeful For the blessings the new year brings!

Birds fly be me All happy and swift I felt the heat of the day, so sunny And I give my thanks to whoever gave me this gift.

Spring is amazing Spring is joyful Spring is a beginning So new and hopeful.

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A School Day - By Neha Suresh

On 9th of January 2014 I woke up early morning at 7 'o' clock. I brushed my teeth and went to toilet. Then I had my breakfast and changed my clothes to my school uniform. Then I said bye bye to my grandma and went to school with my mum. When my class door was nearly closing my mum and me ran as fast as we can to my class door. I said good morning to my teachers. My class did their early morning work. I needed a new book. We learned how to subtract big numbers. We had a ride on the magic carpet. We played hangman. In PE I fell three times when I fell again I twisted my muscle. For lunch I had or-ange, juice, sandwiches and crisp. Then we wrote and drew about the journey on the magic carpet. Then I went home with my mum.

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Once upon a time there lived hundreds of mice in a grocery, they ate almost everything in the grocery. They chew on the bags and they nibble on fruits, sweets, veg and everything else. The old grocer began to be anxious that his food store began to run low and was nibbled on each day. " I really yearn for a cat to chase off those spoil pests!" ex-claimed the grocer. Soon, he went to the pound and adopted a grey cat, giving him a suitable name "Tigger". Before long, Tigger grew hatred for the mice as they always nibble every bit of his dinner each day. He chased them off day and night. The mice started to starve but they tried hard to cope with the starvation. Newborns were given birth but since their parents could not provide food for them and sadly, they were forced to let them die. Tigger was beginning to get bored as there were no more mice to chase off. He decided to go to the mice's den. The chief of the mice was at the first row looking at him narrowly . "Oh, what is it now, great cat," asked the chief "Foolish mouse, you've given up hope," sneered Tigger. "What else shall we do?" asked the chief sadly. "Because of you, we can't access the food store and our children is now dead because of our starvation," "Oh" said Tigger, taken back, after realizing the important purpose of their stealing and feeling a bit of sympathy on them. " Wait here" he said, he hurried out of the den, curious chatter ascended the crowd, even the chief was looking at him in in-terest. Tigger sneaked off to the food store and sneaked back again to the den to the extremely grateful mice. " Thank you, oh great cat!" said the chief, gratefully. " Your welcome!" beamed Tigger. "Now, time to teach that wicked grocer a lesson!" he announced, the mice and him hud-dled together to listen to his plan............ They headed for the farm the very next day. They reached the field where the cows were grazing, the smell of fresh dung infested everywhere. "Might want to hold your nose," Tigger whispered to the chief and about other ten or twenty mice, they did so while he un-happily placed dung onto his bag, then after that they gained

a mosquito's help by telling the tale of the mice. "I will indeed help you," she said, gladly and was told to meet tomorrow at the grocery. "Now, that's it!" said Tigger. They set off home and awaited the next day............ When the grocery was closed, they set everything in place. Since the old grocer could not see properly, so they had to make sure they leave a small piece of slippery dung onto the floor and they also threw muddy water onto the floor at the centre. The old grocer was again complaining, he stopped. He smelt something stinky but it didn't bother him much and car-ried on to clean but accidentally slipped on the dung and fell on the hard floor, cursing. When he managed to get up, the mosquito came into the setting and started biting him. "Get of you, beast!" he cried, trying to swat her with a spatula. Tigger and the mice could not help themselves from giggling. He didn't realize that he slipped in a puddle of muddy water and was wet and muddy all through! Tigger could not help himself from laughing that he found himself that he was actu-ally laughing in front of him. The grocer steamed with anger and knowing that he was part of this scheme, he was fired from his job and was also kicked out from the grocery. But the mice and Tigger joined together and lived happily ever after in the den. The old grocer hired another cat, but got himself fired too so the cat joined forces with the mice and soon an-other cat. That over all cats have bonded friendship with the mice. Mercifully, the grocer had made no more profit and was forced to shut his grocery due to mouse bites, he even ended up living in the streets! The cats and mice have bonded with each other and began peace together and therefore lived hap-pily ever after together.

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Tigger The Cat - Saura Sabu Thekkepura

The truth is always a two-faced prospect. While it can bring joys to one, it could spell doom to another. The truth can be a blessing; truth is also a curse. Sometimes it is better for it to be hidden. Truth is mysterious, truth is a mist. Some see the mist as frightening, while others see it as welcoming. However, NO-ONE knows what lies on the other side of the mist, whether it is a cruel trap, or a lifesaving drink of cool water. The truth is much the same. People see the truth in different ways. The truth is an illusion, a drawing. We humans focus on one aspect of the painting. Only people wisdom can see the whole picture. And this person with wisdom must offer a compromise. And no-one is happy with a compromise. THE TRUTH IS THE COMPROMISE. People say false, as lies suit them better. If two people were fighting, each person would have created lies to suit themselves better. The truth, shows that both people has caused harm to the other person, and they are both guilty. Therefore, both of them get punished, and neither of them has won, or is happy. The truth is the evil-doers sworn enemy, but only a good, honest person can take truth on their side. And the one which tells the truth ALWAYS WINS!

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Hmmmm, going to Velankanni doesnt sound that fun right. Well read this. When I heard that we were going to Velankanni during my vacation in India I wasnt really interested because I have heard that Velankanni is a place in Tamil Nadu where there are lots of churches and nothing fun there to do. I was wondering how Velankanni became so famous, when I looked it up I found out there are three reasons for this. One of the reasons was Mary and Jesus appeared to a shepherd boy, the next reason was the curing of a lame buttermilk vendor, the main reason was the survival of Portuguese sailors assaulted by a violent sea storm. Velankanni is particularly a well known place because of its shrine dedicated to Our lady of good health. First of all on my journey to Velankanni I didnt go on a car or a bus, I went on a train. The train was late at night. When we got there we found out that the train would be delayed by 12 hours. So all the adults had to stay up all night, while we chil-dren got to sleep. In the morning, after breakfast we jumped on the train. The journey to Velankanni was supposed to be an-other 12 hours. On the train we had lots of fun and the sights were incredible in Tamil Nadu. It was all going smooth until we reached a place called Trichi. There were lots of people shouting to get on the train, everyone that got on the train with us thought that its going to Velankanni. The railway information

screen displayed the train was going straight back to Kerala. My dad and my uncles werent letting the train go and they didnt

think this was fair; they had to protest and they were the ones that led the protest. They had spoken to the railway officers and engaged in an argument, they gathered in front of the railway mangers office and started saying rosary in Malayalam. There were around 500 people joined with them. It was flash news on all the news channels. Later they arranged a special train for us to Velankanni. When we got to Velankanni it was 3 O clock in the morn-ing and we were staying in a hotel. We went in the hotel and the receptionist showed us the way to the rooms that we would be staying in. Next morning when I woke up I saw everyone in their nice clothes and eating breakfast. I asked my mum where we were going and she said we are going to see the churches in town. Our hotel was quite close to the town, so we only had to walk to the churches. The first church we went to was really nice because when we got to the top

we could see all the other churches poking out from the city. Walking to all the churches in the heat wave made me really tired. When we went to the last church we brought back some holy water which was in a holy well. Luckily when we were there, there was a Malayalam mass going on so we were able to watch that. After we visited all the churches we went to have some lunch in a restaurant outside our hotel. Next we were going to the beach where there had been a tsu-nami. On the way to the beach we stopped because the people that visited Velankanni always have their head shaved bold as an offering. I didnt want to do this but some of my cousins did. They looked really funny. When we got to the beach I thought I wouldnt be allowed in the sea because my foot was in bandage. But my dad said it was okay for it to come off. But I was willing to have a dip in the sea. I thought about the people that had been washed away by the tsunami. Everyone got out into the sea and we all played lots of games in the sea altogether. Our visit was over at this point and it was time for us to go back home. There was no train straight from the nearest train station to Thrissur so we had to travel to Nagore -the nearest main city railway station- on a bus. When we got to the railway station it was so busy there wasnt even room to walk. We went looking

for seats in the train which had already been booked. When I sat down I reflected on everything that had happened on the visit: The church visiting, the hotel, swimming in the beach that has had a tsunami previously. I had fun. On our way to Velankanni we were kind of in a rush so we werent able to see the good

sights as much as now. They were just amazing. I couldnt be-lieve I had missed all of this on the way to Velankanni. At some parts I thought the train was going to topple over down the hills because the train tracks are so thin. By this point I was ap-proaching Thrissur. We got ready to get out of the train. We had to get out fast because the train was only stopping there for a couple of minutes. When we got home I was really sleepy and jumped in bed straight after supper.

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George a small tabby cat yawned and stretched his stubby legs. He got out of his bed and walked into the kitchen and then went back to his bed. Thud! Thud! Thud! It was Mr Harrison followed by Mrs Harrison. Mrs Harrison went into the kitchen while Mr Harrison opened the cat flap. Billy and Emma their children also came downstairs. Good morning George, said Emma and followed Billy into the living room, George could soon hear the TV. George leapt out of the cat flap into the summer morning. Suddenly a large truck came into view, Bills Pasteurised Milk? he read out to himself, Hmm, I think I should check it out. A man

opened the back, went inside and came out with a box of bottles filled with creamy milk. As soon as the man was out of sight George sneaked in, opened a bottle with great struggle and started lapping the milk happily. The man came back and unaware of George, shut him inside. Oh no! Oh no! cried George running frantically over the bottles. The

engine started and they were off. After a while the engine stopped. The man came and opened the back, George hid behind a large crate and the man left carrying two empty boxes. George jumped out of the truck, relieved that the ride was over. But as he looked around he saw nothing familiar. Instead of streets he saw fields, most of them full of farm animals. He looked at the sign on the fence, Bills farm, this must be where the milk comes from. But then something clicked in his mind. How

do I get back home? He squeezed through the fence, on the other side there were cows grazing. One cow looked up and saw him. Hey guys, look a cat that doesnt look familiar! Soon George was surrounded by cows. Whats he doing here? said another cow. Err, well. I am George and I am lost and I want to go home,he mumbled. Well. Hi George, I am Betty and I think I know who might be able to help you, said the first cow. You do? asked George stunned, OK, lets go! The cows took him to the other side of the field. Patch, Stripes, Fuzz! shouted Betty. Three fuzzy heads popped out from behind a tree. A rat scurried next to a hole, blew a raspberry at them and dived into the hole. The cats turned around. Hey Betty, you just ruined everything. We nearly got our paws on that rat, said the fat cat. Hey look a new-comer, said the cat with a patch around his eye, who George thought was familiar. Wait a minute you are Patch arent you. I know you, said George. Do you? said the cat surprised, But you did say my name right. Yeah! Yeah, whatever. Let me introduce myself, I am Stripes, this

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he got lost and he wants to go home, explained Betty. But there is just one problem. Where is home? said Fuzz. I think it is 45 Hig Road, said George. Thats where my cousin, Blotchy lives, on Hig Road! said Patch. "And that must be how you know my name." "Does that mean you know the way home?" asked George eagerly. "It sure does, mate!" came Patch's reply. "So shouldn't you be on your way now?" interrupted Betty. So the three cats and the kitten set off. Soon they were in the city, but George still didn't recognise the place. "Are you sure this is the way?" asked George quietly. "Yeah duh! He comes here every two months." said Stripes. A big, brown bulldog leapt out of nowhere and charged at them. They simply dodged and the dog crashed into a bin behind them. It shook its head and bits of rubbish flew everywhere. It looked around, the cats were nowhere to be seen. The cats were hiding in a dark alleyway. The owner grabbed the dog's lead and pulled. "Bad dog! Bad dog!" he shouted. By now all the people were watch-ing. George and the others sneaked out of the scene. Soon they ar-rived at a park that George knew very well. "Hey I know the way home by myself now!" he said happily. But the cats still came with him. "I didn't come all this way just to go straight back," complained Fuzz, "I was hoping to see Patch's cousin." Eventually George could see Mr Harrison waiting for him at the door. "Where were you George? We were looking everywhere for you. And look you've made some new friends haven't you?" asked Mr Harrison. The next door neighbour's cat flap opened and a cat identical to Patch came out. "Blotchy!" shouted Patch. "Patch?" said Blotchy surprised, "What are you doing here?" "I came to get George home, he got lost and ended up in our farm." explained Patch. "Well at least you are all back." said Blotchy. George remembered the way to the farm and back home so he went to meet his friends, often accompanied by Blotchy. George might have been lucky to meet some good friends but you might not be as lucky as he was. So think twice before jumping in to unfamiliar situation.

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was abandoned a week ago by her unloving owners. They said she was naughty and disobedient. But all she needed was some love and care. They obviously thought she was a bad kitty but she wasnt, she was just trying to be helpful. Anyhow she was walking down the damp road and was soaking wet (it was raining). The poor little kitten was shiv-ering in the cold and in fear. She didnt just fear dogs she

feared humans! Infact she hates them! She called them the two legged creatures. The main reason for this because its the way they treat her and her little cat friends. In case you havent guessed the humans have treated her very badly. Tiny was hungry (she didnt eat for 2 days)! After a while of

walking, she was really thirsty! She looked around to see a small, dirty puddle. Even though it was dirty she went over and started drinking. After drinking all the water in the dirty puddle she noticed that there was a small figure coming towards her. She looked even harder to notice that the figure was a bit big-ger than her but there was not much difference in her opin-ion. As the figure got closer she recognised the figure which was actually the next door neighbours dog. She

hated the dog; he was one of the main reasons that she got kicked out of her lovely warm house by her owners. Leave me alone! Shouted Tiny in her small sweet voice.

But all it came out as was meow! The dog sniggered with drool coming from his massive mouth. He gave a big grin showing his unhygienic teeth which was not at all glisten-ing! Infact it was the complete opposite! He started to walk faster towards the hopeless kitten! Tiny started to walk backwards slowly and in a couple of sec-

onds later the little kitten ran fearfully from the angry dog. Tiny ran as fast as her little legs could take her. Her small heart started to beat even faster than normal. She started to panic. Suddenly, she saw a big tree. She quickly rushed over towards to it and started to climb it. Once she reached the very top, she took the risk to look down. The Furious dog was growling with anger and frustration. After a while of trying to climb the tree he finally left and went home for his supper. Oh I forget to mention about Tinys huge fear of heights. Tiny looked down and realised that she was a long distance from ground. She cried for help in her small voice but no help came, the street remained silent except from the quiet sound of the wind. The cat started to get cold and started to get sleepy. She was very much tried she couldnt afford waiting for help she started to close her eye lids and before she knew it she was fast asleep on the top of a very large tree. While she was a sleep, a girl called Emily (who lived at 27 Kingsdon lane) saw the poor kitten and felt sym-pathy for her so she decided to climb the tree and rescue the cat. She managed to free the kitten. She ran towards her house and begged her mum if she could keep the kitty. After a lot of arguing and shouting her mum, finally, agreed. Tiny the small kitty now lives at 27 Kingsdon Lane with Emily.

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It was a frosty winter afternoon; in mid December. If I knew I would never see them again, I would have at least told them what they meant to me. A daughter can-not live without her parents, no matter how old she is. Luckily, I will manage therefore; I can keep my little brother alivefor now. I had that vein-chilling feeling in my bones and so I ini-tially warned them not to go on that aeroplane. I man-aged to shed a tear at their funeral. I dont usually cry. It makes you weak, or so Ive been told. It was 16th December 1983. I squeezed my fathers hand so tight that I thought I would never let him go. He was so warm and so full of love, yet he could never show it. But I didnt care. I knew deep down that he loved me,

and that was enough to be able to keep me going. I begged him not to leave. I was so scared I would loose him, that I would be alone in this merciless world. I did loose him. I am alone in this merciless world. My mother was in tears before she left. It was as if she knew I was not going to be seeing her. That she would-nt be seeing me. Mothers always puzzled me. Some-

how, they knew everything and you cant do anything to change that, but in all honesty, you dont want her to

stop. Youre afraid that if she stops the world will freeze,

time will stop ticking, and your heart will stop beating because thats how used to it you are.

I missed her laugh, her cry and the warmth in her smile. I missed the way she always so worried. Its ironic really;

you dream of having a mum completely different from your real one but once its gone, you would give away

your dreams, just to have her back for a moment. I starve everyday, my clothes are dirty and I cannot af-ford a thing. Im tired, Im worn; my heart is heavy from

the work it takes to keep on breathing. I dont know why my parents left me alone on earth,

dont know if I ever will, but even though my life is ru-

ined and the only reason I take effort to live is because of my brother; it isnt too late for you to straighten your

life out. It isnt too late to untie any misunderstood

knots. It isnt too late to accomplish things you dreamed

of doing, as a child. It is never too late to apologize and its never too late to forgive.

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Never Too Late. Christina Xaviour Leeds

While Domino (cat of all cats, queen) walked through the thick snow with her warm coat on, her fluffy hat blew away. She tried to jump to catch it but she couldnt. When Domino reached her Cat Palace she

took off her cosy boots and stumbled inside. As soon as she stepped her paw inside some of Dominos royal cat servants and friends ran to Domino to help her sit down to have a rest. After Domino had her tea (which was delicious), she sud-denly sneezed one, twice then thrice. It seemed that she had caught the cold now after walking through the snow. Domino thought, who is going to be the Cat of all

cats now, if she is going to stay in bed all the time. Then

Domino wondered if someone else should be her until

she is better. So then Domino goes out to see if anyone is good enough for the job. Firstly the cat guards found Henry and though that he was good for the job. Domino already knew Henry very well and knew that he was very bossy. Domino knew that Henry was not at all the right cat for the job. The second cat was called Twinkle. Domino also knew that Twinkle was very shy and quiet. Twinkle was very shy because she is scared of anything that is frightening. To check Domino asked her if she could be the Cat of all

cats. As usual, Twinkle said nothing, which normally meant no. Domino now only had one more chance to find the right cat who is perfectly fit for the job. This was her last chance, if the next cat wasnt good enough, and then

there would be no one to be the Cat of cats, no one to rule the cats and even no one to help. It would be a com-plete disaster. The last cat, Domino didnt know very well. She was

called Sparkle. When she came into Dominos bedroom,

she bowed, so that showed that she was very polite.

Another thing was that she was very confident and was not shy unlike the other cat. And she even saved one of the cat guards when he was about to trip over. Domino had finally found the perfect cat for the job. So now Domino didnt have to go around the whole palace look-

ing for the perfect cat for the job. Domino was relieved because shed found the cat she was looking for. After a few minutes Domino told Sparkle that shes go-ing to be the Cat of all cats until Domino was better.

Sparkle had settled in very well, she was perfect for the job. One cat wasnt happy, it was Toby. Toby was a bad and

naughty cat; none of the cats liked him. Toby wasnt very happy because he wanted to be the Cat of all cats.

He was really cross but he had a plan to make Sparkle ill. He tried pranking Sparkle to drinking a drink to make her get a cold, but Sparkle wasnt fooled. Then Toby got

really angry and decided to plan a really good trap, to get Sparkle to fall into. Toby set the trap for Sparkle. Sparkle was walking along the corridor, when she stopped for a second and noticed that she was falling down. Thump Sparkle then noticed that shed fell in a

trap and Toby was behind it. Sparkle cried HELP, no one came. Then Sparkle heard paw steps. It was Domino and shed come to save Sparkle. Domino helped Sparkle

out of the trap and banished Toby.

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One misty foggy morning, ill and unwell Marty had passed away. Everyone was crying and weeping on what had happened to this poor boy, Marty. All except one, was sadly staring at his grave, which was being put up in the cemetery. His face showed like he had lost someone, who was really im-portant in his life. Tear drops were now coming out of his eyes, as he was holding them back. But had unfortunately slipped away, and had landed with a Plop! on the leafy tarred path. Charlie! Its time to go, whispered Mum in despair. So off Charlie went in his Mums car to his house. Finally, when they

reached home, Charlie took of his shoes and went straight to his bedroom. When he had changed his clothes and put his pyjamas on, he went to play chess by himself, which he had left on top of his draw. Suddenly an image of Marty playing with him came in his head, then slowly faded away. Shocked, Charlie heard a CRASH! as all his toys on his shelf toppled over. Who done that? Charlie wondered. Now in the corner of his eye he saw a shadow of a face. He quickly turned around to have a look, but the shadow had disappeared before his eyes. Dinner, Charlie! cried Mum from downstairs. Charlie then ran quickly down the stairs to the kitchen, to eat his dinner. It was soup for dinner tonight, vegetable soup. Yum! Yum! exclaimed Charlie. Charlie tucked into his soup, then he stopped to have a sip of water. Suddenly, the strangest thing started to happen, the spoon in Charlies vegetable soup

started to go round in circles and then it jingled, like it was dancing in a disco. Fortunately his mum was busy looking at her magazine to buy new clothes, and his dad was peacefully reading his newspaper with his new pair of glasses. With amazement, Charlie then saw the spoon floating up into mid-air and with a Ting! It landed back in the soup. Just after that, Charlie had another vision but this time it was Marty sitting with him, eating dinner. But this image also faded away and left a shadow of a body, which soon vanished from his sight. After he had finished his soup, and his bowl was empty, he went back to his bedroom again. He finished his school work, just before bedtime. Its time to go to bed, Charlie!, shouted Mum. And dont forget to brush your teeth, added Mum. So Charlie got up and went to

brush his teeth, then went to bed. Soon Mum came up, kissed Charlie goodnight and turned off the light. Meanwhile in his sleep, Charlie was thinking of who done all these unusual things today. Then he dreamed of Marty getting out of his grave and following Charlie to his house. At that point, when Charlie shut the door, Marty sneakily put his leg in the gap and opened the door. Next Marty went upstairs to Charlies bedroom and tried to open it, but couldnt. Neverthe-less, he tried to use his pin on his shirt to open it and undo the lock, and he did. All of a sudden, Charlie woke up scared with fright on what had happened in his dream, besides Charlie didnt think it was

a dream. Mum was now right beside his bed, soothing Charlie and telling him that he had a bad dream. After a while, Mum went back down to have her tea and told Charlie to come down soon to have his tea. On the other hand, Charlie saw a strange trail of mist, right in front of him. Therefore, Charlie went to investigate on who had left this spooky trail of mist. Charlie followed this trail of mist to his toy cupboard. He opened the door of the toy cupboard and turned the switch on. Even though the light was not really good, Charlie could see a ghostly shadow peeping out of the corner of the shelf, like it was hiding from someone. Charlie sprinted to open the door, but couldnt and turned around trembling with fear, like a monster was going to eat him. The ghost looked so similar that he recognized it straight away, it was Marty. Dont be afraid, Im your friend, said Mary politely. And Ive come to

play with you because I am ever so lonely in the grave and thought that I could play with you, he added nicely. Yes, you

can and also Ive missed playing with you but now I can play with you because youve come back, answered Charlie. Char-lie now couldnt believe that he was actually talking to a ghost

and never felt so happy before. Although he was a ghost and was his friend, he wasnt afraid of him anymore and became

close friends forever and ever.

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Happy new year! Today is new years day. This day is taking me to remember the incident which happened this time last year. On last new years eve I accidently knelt on a sewing needle where half of the needle pierced through and entered into my knee joint. On new years day I could not come out of bed be-cause I had a swollen and painful knee. My mum took me to hospital and when they x-rayed, they could see a needle sit-ting in the joint. I have been taken to the operation theatre to get the needle out, unfortunately they failed to get the needle out from the front of my knee so they had to open the back of my knee to retrieve the needle. Though the needle was taken out, my knee got badly infected. So I had to go for two more opera-tions and I got stuck in the bed and wheelchair unable to stand or walk. In order to treat me with antibiotics they had to prick both my hands and legs. At the end they got fed up of pricking me and there were no place on my hands or legs to prick me anymore. So they decided to put a hick man line in me so that they don't have to prick me anymore. But the only problem was that I had to go to the operation theatre to get anaesthetised. In the beginning those lines were bit scary and freaky but they could treat me successfully with these lines. In those days I realised the difficulties of being stuck in bed and wheelchair. I could not reach my toys; I couldn't do any-thing without someone's help and I could not do what I want to do. I stayed in Hospital for more than a month and during this time they taught me how to take steps on crotches, it took another month for me to stand on my own. In those days I could hear the children playing in the park which is close to my house. I started to think I am missing all

these . But my mum told me," You also can go once you are better and think about children who can never go to park." This reminded me of a child who used to come to church on a wheelchair. I thought at least I am getting better and today or tomorrow I am going to be fine. I am more worried about not playing in the park because I have already experienced how good is to spend time in the park. But there are children who has never experienced this or them who got no hope that they will be able to walk around or play with their friends. Af-ter few months I started going to church and when I saw this boy again on wheelchair it became more touching and I could imagine what is his life like. I never realised how lucky I am being able to do my own things. Today on this new years day I remember all the children who cannot enjoy their life like normal children because of their disabilities.

My experience - Christo Paul Manjaly

Flowers Flowers, Flowers, Flowers are everywhere, Theyre all different shapes and sizes, They all come in different smells Some are really pretty, Some look nice but smell horrible, Some are even the opposite, Flowers can also be fun, You can make dasie-chains, Maybe play with it, Most flowers make you feel happy, Some even make you excited, Flowers can even be on top of the highest mountains, Flowers can be in a big pot, Or in a little pot, They can be on trees, And they can grow on the grass, Even in stones, Some grow from bulbs, Some grows from seeds, But most of all, We love them all!

Poem Flowers - Reethu Shaji

I wake up on a winter day, Tweeting of robins are everywhere, Filled with beautiful melody, I wish I could sing like them, When I think of winter, I think of snow, Snow is as white as a fluffy cloud, Snowballs are thrown, Everyones having fun, Snowflakes are falling, Some pretty, Some symmetrical, That come in different sizes and shapes, Hats, gloves and scarfs, To keep you warm outside, On a frosty winters day, It turns quite cold, In the winter time, So its best to stay inside, Where its cosy and warm, But the special thing about winter, Is that families and friends meet together, And bring happiness and joy to the season!

Poem

Winter Thought - Riya Shaji

Beautiful blossoms in the air Falling petals everywhere Flowers popping in our minds Feel laughter, happiness and kindness Flowers are gifts to pass on Only if we flower our wish When we pass through bitterness Flowers of hope, the goodness in our mind One tear drop, a special one Falling in to flowers as our prayer Flowers of hope, flowers of belief Rises towards the Kindly Light Glamorous world sparkles on flowers Flowers of smile, flowers of joy Flowers of beauty and flowers of rejoice Leads us to the beautiful paradise Open our mind to embrace the Grace The Greatness which guide the world Bunch of flowers of tear drops To the Creator of nature.

2nd Prize Sub Junior Poem

Petals of Tear drops - Bridget Maria Siju

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QR5 8RT Mrs May Gate close Sheffield Hillingdon FD4 6QI Tuesday 15 December 2013 Dear Aunty May, Ive been evacuated to Wales in the countryside for about two or three weeks. I was ever so lonely there, with-out anyone to play with. Luckily after one week I got evacuated back with Mum because Mr and Mrs Wilson (the adults who looked after me in Wales) had to go on holiday. I was very lucky unlike the other children who had been evacuated. I feel like Im the most unfortunate child in the world. Do you know why? Its because Samuel and Martin (brothers, as you know) both have to go into war and then something even worse, my Dad has to go into war as well. And now, Im really

scared if they will die or if they might be badly injured. When Mum broke out the bad news yesterday night, I was really cross, especially as no one had told me before. Today is yet another boring school day, in England with my Mum. Every single day when I go to school, I hear bombs bashing on the city, screaming and crying. Its like Im having a nightmare in a bad dream. Although I did go to school this morning with a happy face because a letter came from Dad telling my Mum and me that he was ok. As I went through the door and into the classroom, I looked and then saw that everyone was gone. Suddenly I heard an air raid siren, then I knew where everyone was. They were in the air raid shelter. So then I rushed to the end of the corridor. Unfortu-nately my school has an air raid shelter in the back garden, so you have to be very quick and careful not to get hit when you run to the air raid shelter. You also have to have a teacher with you when you do this. So the annoying thing is, that all the teachers were gone; they were all in the air raid shelter. And the problem was that I was a bit late for school today because the bus had gone when I reached the bus stop. So now I had to go by myself. I waited at the end of the corridor ready and when I thought it was the right time, I ran! I wasnt lucky though because just when I reached the shelter a missile came rushing to-wards me. Luckily it didnt crash into me but one of the sparks fell on my ankle. It was bleeding. Bleeding very, very badly. I tried to put my scarf on it, to stop the bleeding, but it just kept on bleeding through the scarf. I knew I had to get back into the shelter fast but I couldnt because now there was blood rushing very quickly out of my ankle. I then tried to call for HELP but no one came. I tried to crawl to the shelter but I couldnt obviously because my ankle was bleeding. Then suddenly I heard footsteps, I heard two footsteps. By this time I was scared, because I thought it was the Nazis coming to take me. As they got closer I noticed that it was two British soldiers and then I noticed they were my own brothers, Samuel and Martin. I was so relieved! They both helped me up and sat me down with the other children and I said that I was so relieved to see them. They told me that they had crash landed after they had been hit, both at the same time. I asked them if they were ok; even though they were a bit bruised and hurt. In the end they got to stay at school with me because I was hurt, although we did have to go in and out the shelters, especially as today was one of the worst.

When school was finished I walked home with my brothers and then when I got home, I saw Dad safe and sound. I was so happy and excited when I saw Dad. And Mum was really happy, as she didnt know that Samuel and Martin was with me, safe. I hope you are safe and sound as well, and have a nice day (although there is a lot of bombing, I know). Love from Amy xxx

One Day in School - Reethu Shaji

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The winter breeze chills your face, You try hard to tie your frozen lace, 1 million snowflakes gather round, Just to hear the soft pound as you throw a snowball. Winter is at its youth, It waits long and hard to reboot, It brings the best and worst memories of your life, Its blazing cold echoes with might, After all, its Christmas night. A soft breeze rustles the trees, It chills you from your head to your knees, The peace of the snowflakes in the night A feast for the eye, indescribably white. An old tree sways with its elderly tone, Winter creeps up to end its joy, Its harsh winds and blazing cold Ended lives in their perfect mould.

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David Cameron 10 Downing Street London Middlesex SW1A 2AA 28th December 2013 Dear David Cameron, I am asking for your help to stop youngsters (13-18) from using drugs in their life. There are many reasons why youngsters take drugs, such as: peer pressure, media, rebellion, escape and more. But all of these reasons have explanation to it, on why youngsters take drugs. Despite all the rules that are given out about drugs and life-styles of young people, it is still simply the case that most youngsters lives are centred on school, home and employment. Also most drugs used by youngsters contain alcohol and tobacco, and are often suggested as pleasurable rather than negative and damaging. Now I will be talking about the 5 main reasons why youngsters take drugs. First, and the most important reason is stress. Stress for youngsters are usually seen in school. This is demonstrated by a recent study, which was carried out about Partnership for Drug Free America this found out that 73% of teens named stress as their number one reason for using drugs. The second reason is Social Acceptance or Low Self-Esteem. Teenagers self-worth depends on their approval of others, and their want for social acceptance. This can cause them to engage in destructive behaviours, even if they knew it could harm them. Besides it is proved by a study (2007 PATS Teens) which reported that 65% of teens use drugs to feel cool. The same

study also revealed that 65% of teens use drugs to feel better about themselves. Teens who have low self-esteem will proba-bly find acceptance from the wrong crowd by using drugs. The third reason is self- medication. Youngsters years are tough, and many of them get unhappy and dont know how to find a healthy cure to it. These emotions can lead up to depression or anxiety. In 2009 study told us that about 70% of teens suffer from undiagnosed clinical depression at some point in their life. Lots of youngsters are unaware that they have an underlying mental or mood disorder that causes them to use illegal or prescription drugs. The next reason is misinformation. Studies that are accomplished explain that teenagers are widely misinformed about the risks of drugs. 41% to be exact, wrongly believe that it is safer to abuse prescription drugs than illegal drugs. The last reason is easy access. One of the common reasons teens use drugs is they are easy to get. Almost 50% of teens told us that it is easy to get marijuana, 17% say it is easy to get meth and 14.4% say it is easy to get heroin. Nevertheless more than half, of teenagers say that it is easy to get prescription drugs instead of illegal drugs. Finally, I will be speaking about the different drugs youngsters take and how it effects them. Alcohol, tobacco, medicines and other drugs are very common. The greatest harm done is by alcohol and tobacco, this can even have long-term damage to the youngsters. There are also possible effects of using illegal drugs, for example: Inability to think and behave appropriately Being driven into bad people and places.

Getting caught up with criminal and justice system. Putting self into dangerous infections by IV drug use. Impact on future relationships, education and employment. It seems that the longer you dont take drugs in young age, the less likely that a problem will develop. I hope you understood why youngsters take drugs and the effects caused by drugs. In addition I would like you to help me one way or another to decrease the number of drugs used by youngsters. Yours faithfully Mrs Brown.

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being fine tuned during the teenage time. When a teen takes drugs it causes interference with the natural ability of feeling good. When someone is in their teens their brain starts to develop a bit unevenly from back to front. The parts of brain that develops first are those which control the physical coordi-nation, emotion and motivation. The parts that control rea-soning and impulses, known as the Prefrontal Cortex is more near to the front this means that it develops last, (Prefrontal Cortex does not fully mature until the age of 25). This will have a noticeable effect on the teen e.g. difficulty holding back or controlling emotions, poor planning and judgement (rarely thinking of the negative consequences), more risky and impulsive behaviours including experimenting on drugs and alcohol. In a wink the hormones of a teen can shift emotions into overdrive which could lead to unpredict-able behaviour or actions. Unfortunately, because a teens brain is developing they are more prone to damage, this means experimentations with drugs or alcohol could lead to damage that lasts their entire life in either ways mentally or physically. Our brain is made up of billions of nerve cells. Nerves control everything that our body does and think. And they do this by sending electrical signals through our body. The mes-sages that makes us feel good is called dopamine e.g. when we eat something tasty dopamine is produced to tell our body that we feel good and because of the satisfaction we get from eating ensures us that we dont starve. All illegal drugs and alcohol increase the amount of dopamine that is being pro-duced so it gives someone the good feeling. This is why peo-ple start getting addicted to drugs because when they take drugs they feel good and when they are not taking drugs their dopamine levels will be lower than usual so they feel tired and not very happy so they keep taking drugs to make them feel

good. As time goes on, they need more of the drug to make them feel the same high as before. Youths are influenced by their environment so if their families and friends are on drugs as well this influences them a lot. And if a teen decides to stop taking drugs, it may take some time for the nerves to restore the level of dopamine it may even take hours, days, or months even depending on the drugs that the teen was taking. The main type of teenagers who take are the ones who does-n't care about the future, its like as if they don't know or dont care of consequences that could lead to because of taking drugs. Teenagers also take drugs because of other reasons as well, for example their friends are taking drugs so you feel left out so you start taking it as well, his/her friends dont let them join in the group because they are not a drug taker or they think just because you take it you will be really cool and the most famous person in school. People who are addicted to drugs they think that, "why are people trying to tell me that drugs are not good, I can do what ever I want", but them being addicted to drugs is not just their problem it can also harm others. I am going to tell you a true story about a 20 year old girl named Jessica and she was ad-dicted to drugs. Jessicas Story: Jessica, a 20 year old college student, admitted to smoking marijuana and drinking with friends before she ran over and killed a jogger, a 46 year-old father of three, happily married with a successful career and good standing in his community as a volunteer at a local food bank. Jessica was convicted of vehicular manslaughter and negligent homicide. The judge sentenced Jessica to prison for 20 years. Her parents and many of her classmates wept in the court-room.

Documentary on Youth and Drugs

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1st Prize Junior Article

There are five ways of getting drugs: 1. Grown in the UK 2. Made in domestic labs 3. Stolen or sold on from chemists or hospital pharmacies 4. Imported from overseas 5. Bought online There are three basic forms of drugs, raw plant (like cannabis and mushrooms), refined plant (like heroine and cocaine) and synthetic (like ecstasy and amphetamine). Plant-based drugs like heroin and cocaine tend to be produced in the areas where the opium and/or coca leaves grow because the plants need special conditions. But cannabis is effectively a weed and can grow anywhere including indoors, under strong lights without any soil. So while cannabis is still imported into the UK from North Africa, about 75% of the cannabis available in the UK is grown here. Most drugs that are imported into the UK are brought in by professional gangs and/or those working on their behalf like fe-male drug mules who are made to swallow drugs in condoms to bring them through ports and airports. Larger consignments come in container Lorries, boats, and small planes and even in the post. Some of the drugs that come into UK have routes such as: The main trafficking routes to the UK are: Cannabis via Spain from North Africa Heroin via Iran, Turkey and the Balkans from Afghanistan (where 90% of UK heroin comes from) Cocaine via the Caribbean, Spain, Portugal, West Africa, Colombia, Peru and Bolivia. Now I have explained about the relationships with youth and drugs, how the drugs affects the human body, where drugs come from, in what form it comes in, the consequences of taking drugs and how it affects people around you as well. _______________

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Documentary on Youth and Drugs continuing..

Once there was a boy called Jack. He was ten years old and lived on Marshmallow Street in California. Every day, after school he would ask his parents for a pet, especially for a cat. On his birthday, he came back from school and was about to ask for a pet cat, when suddenly the front door bell rang and Jack went to look who was at the door, when he opened the door, surprised to see a cat on the door steps. It was a black cat with white fur in some places. He lowered down and gen-tly said Hello there, come here, aww youre so cute and cud-

dly too. I think Id call you.... Billy! Jack gave him a stroke and Billy ran away into the living room and they soon became best friends. Every Saturday they would go outside to the park and have a little walk around together. In the night they would go to the attic and look out to the night sky and stare at the twinkling stars. Then one day a group of street cats became really jeal-ous of Billy because he had an owner who loved him very much, so that they decided to play a prank on him. The setup was easy but the prank was nasty. Jack went to school that day the street cats persuaded Billy to come out with them for a meal. Billy went out with them and they went quite far, far enough to make sure that he didnt know his way back. Then they had a very nice meal but the street cats had added sleep-ing pills in to Billys meal. When they went a bit further the cats said, Go ahead, we will catch up to you. We are tired.

They were near a trash can. The cats watched Billy as he got sleepier and sleepier and eventually he fell on the ground. The street cats picked him up and threw in the trash can. The next day, Jack was coming back from school and all the street cats threw water balloons at him, it came from the top of a building but when he looked up there wasnt anyone

there he thought to himself , Who could that have been.

The water was excruciatingly freezing. He walked home, drenched. He got in to the house and shouted anyone

home? and no reply there was no one at home, his parents were at work and his sister was in after school piano class. Most of the day, Jack would come back from school and no one would be at home but his mum would have made some-thing for Jack to eat. He called Billy but he didnt come, he searched the house but he was nowhere to be seen, at first he thought he just went out to have some fresh air so he didnt worry that much at first, but he never came back. From then on every Friday, he would come back, drenched by the water balloons and never told anyone about it. Every day after school he goes and cries because poor Billy his beloved pet and best friend was lost. Then one day, Billy came back, Jack joyfully said Billy youre

back! Where were you? Meow said Billy. Youre quite smelly said Jack. But Im glad youre back Billy. Lets give

you a wash shall we? As Jack realised what happened to Billy, he decided to find somebody to adopt the street cats too. A few days later the street cats got owners and everyone was happy.

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The Return of a Cat -Jovin Jose

On 30th August 2013 we were going on a holiday to Poole. Poole is a large coastal town as well as a seaport and is located in the south coast of England in the county of Dorset. I've heard that Poole park is one of the most popular attrac-tion in Poole so I was looking forward to it a lot. The park was opened during the Victorian era and has still remained very popular. When I woke up I saw my dad ironing clothes. I didn't really want to go but my family was , so I had to. I got dressed and went down stairs. When I put my shoes on , my dad asked me to carry some luggage to the car. One of them was too heavy so I gave that to my elder brother Arun and got another one , it was so annoying. When we packed everything we got into the car and started our journey. When we got into the motorway , I saw a wire coming out of my brothers ears , when I pulled it , an MP3 player came out . I got a bit angry and had an argument with him , so I could have the MP3 player. After a while my dad gave us a row and my brother said it was my fault but I just fake laughed to get him annoyed and I reckon that did the job. My dad said I could have the I-pad to listen to music instead. When we got to the house we saw two children and their grandparents standing in the doorway .They greeted us into the house . All the ladies went to the kitchen to talk ( I don't know why but they always do.)and all the men stayed on one side of the living room so I felt quite lonely with my brother. Surprisingly the two children came and asked us if we wanted to play hide and seek so I said yes because there was nothing else to play. The next morning I woke up and went downstairs to have breakfast. After eating food , my dad told me to go and get ready because we were going to the beach. We went on the bus to the beach. It was a really sunny day on the beach. I went into the water and it was freezing , but after a while I got used to it. I had a swimming race with my brother and he said he won but I'm pretty sure that I smashed him. After I got bored in the beach.

I emptied my shoes of sand and went back to the bus stop. We took another bus to the air show and started walk-ing to a different beach to watch the air show. On our way , we saw a theme park and me and my brother were begging my mum to go to the theme park. My mum obviously said no , so we kept on walking. After we ate an amazing chocolate ice-cream with flake , we walked to the beach and boy it was crowded , there was at least 300 people there to watch the air show. So we had to stand outside the beach to watch the air show. To be fair it was a pretty small beach. We saw the red arrows making lots of shapes and the last bit they made a heart in the sky. Then we saw a miss demeanour plane and it was really , really fast! My dad said it went about 550mph. Now that was cool! After that had gone , people started to jump off aeroplanes , I would never do that because I'm really scared of heights. We got at the beach quite late, so it had already finished and I was quite disappointed to hear that because I was enjoying it. On our way back to the bus stop we saw a massive park and then I recognised it was Poole park , so we stopped by to spend some time there. When we went in I could see a large pond with lots of ducks and Swans. It is a beautiful place. The leaves on the trees were very bright green. It was an unforget-table moment. I also went on the swings and the other equip-ment there. We took lots of photos and had lots of fun. We had to go back to our bus stop. We went back home on a bus. When we got there , we had tea and then played snap , but everyone kept on cheating. They kept on arguing about who touched the cards first. I got quite bored of that game so I stopped playing. I was really tired so I went to sleep. When I woke up I packed all our clothes and started to get ready to go home. When I went downstairs everyone was taking photos , so I joined in as well. I got quite annoyed with them because they took like a million photos. Finally , they stopped taking photos. My family got in the car and waved bye to them. I had lots of fun in Poole and I'm looking forward to the next time we go there. Poole is a brilliant place .

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My trip to Poole - ASHWIN SIBI

"World is at your fingertips" . It has been said about internet which shows how much this electronic phenomenon has in-fluenced our daily life. The internet has been using widely after 1995 after the ARPA-NET of 1960 s was replaced by Internet in 1990s. The busi-ness world was overjoyed by the internet's graphical interface WWW(World Wide Web) which was founded by the British computer scientist, Sir Tim Berness-Lee in 1991. As it made them much inexpensive to reach to the common public with their business products thereby saving a lot of money and energy. Now it is an inevitable part of our life right from com-munication to studies, jobs, business and social life. It is inter-esting to note that about 96% of internet users uses internet everyday and around 60% uses social media as per a global internet users' survey conducted by Internet Society. The use of internet has made our life easier as most of our needs are met and dealt with a 7" tablet or with a smart phone. The communication plays the vital part of existence of a human being and a lion share of this is being done through internet. People's contact has been rapidly and steadily in-creased since the arrival of social networking sites such as facebook in 2004. Innovative technology and research is pav-ing the way for the invention of sophisticated gadgets and equipments, and as a result, the growth rate in the internet usage is progressing every day. Now a person's daily life start with surfing internet for face-book and other such social networking sites in the morning to look for any updates/notification. Internet has been playing a vital role in the area of research and education. Even the stu-dents/children can access/obtain data required for their day to day studies without referring journals/books thereby saving a great amount of time and resources. Internet search engines like Google provides us the answers for any queries/doubts surrounding the living world. It has always been helpful and useful for expatriates living abroad to be in touch with their close relatives and friends back in their home country . Years ago, one had to write let-

ters which was sent by post and the same would have taken a long time to reach to the dear ones far away in a different countries. Apparently, this person had to wait desperately for weeks and months to receive a reply or information from the other end of the world. Of course, the subsequent arrival of landline phone helped them to certain extent to solve this communication gap although it was quite inconvenient in the beginning. But the invention of mobile phones was an answer to that inconvenience but still conversation was easily possi-ble. However, now you can see them and talk to them straight away if you have an internet connection in both ends without incurring a single penny thanks to the 'Skype'-a 'by-product' of internet. It is not only with the dear ones back in home countries but friends around the world also. As a population with migratory habit, we are very much obliged to the internet technology as a life without the same would have been much difficult both in financial terms and on emotional back-grounds. We have had the recent experience that even the spiritual requirements are met with using internet. Retreat and healing services rendered by famous spiritual leaders were being telecasted on line live these days. In the second wave of migration to U.K during the mid 2000s , many malayalee families were and are greatly benefited by the on-line Malayalam news papers. As the daily news from local regions and contd...2/-

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INTERNET AND

OUR CURRENT WAY OF LIFE

Shaji Lukose - Northern Ireland

home country were/are brought out in mother tongue. As a matter

of fact, those on-line papers were a great relief to many of them

in the event of difficulties faced by them from time to time. And

they were the ones who took initiative to represent for the

malayalee community's complaints/grievances to the concerned

authorities even before the associations/organisations were

formed.

It is pertinent to note that a report in 2012 reveal that over 36%

of internet users are in Asian countries, which indicates the fast

growing usage of internet in every nook and corner of these

countries. Even an ordinary landphone would have been a luxury

item in olden days but it is hard to believe that people with low

income posses latest versions of smartphones in developing

Asian countries.

Alongwith revolution in the communication and technology,

internet has been playing an active role in the every part of life-

style such as shopping and banking etc. Money and other pay-

ments can be transferred to anywhere in the world within seconds

and you can manage your finance on line at any time despite

making a long que in front of bank counters. One dont need to

get out of their house to do the daily shopping but a click on the

button would reach your needed things on your doorstep. All the

services such as insurance to paying tax is easily done through

the internet.

Apart from benefits to the persons life, internet is often potrayed

as one of the most transforming technological inventions since

the Industrial Revolution. According to some estimates more

than 50% of capital spending in US goes enhancing IT and busi-

ness spending. On the other hand, spending on marketing has

been reduced drastically because of the internet due the the prod-

ucts/catalogues could be reached to the public via internet des-

gined websites and other search engines such as google.

Although internet is a great friend and convenience to us, it can

cause a lot of problems as well. Social life has been affected

badly by the influence of social networking sites discouraging

people to get out and talk to each other face to face. Your

neighbor becomes a stanger whereas a person sitting across the

world could be your close friend. It has not only completely abol-

ished the olden style letter writing habit, but also has greatly af-

fected the correct way of using the words/syllable thanks to the

latest "texting". A recent research published by Internet Watch

Foundation has found a sharp increase in the internet abuse/

crimes across the world. A fully protected house could not be a

safer place any longer for you and your family. Cyber attacks

and loosing personal datas has become very common now a days

which leads us to frustration and hyper tensions. You may have

to keep an eye always on your young children when they surf

internet as misuse and abuse could take place any time on line.

Hence, taking necessary precuation and limiting the usage to

purpose will be a great idea for the great enjoyment of internet.

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INTERNET AND OUR CURRENT WAY OF LIFE Continuing...

Shaji Lukose - Northern Ireland

Flowers flowers all are rainbow colours. Flowers flowers red or orange blooming on the ground. We are the flowers standing up on the ground but not alone. We grow and grow until we can't grow. Sometimes we might be yellow or violet. For we will take time to grow colourful new petals Butterflies land on our fine looking petals. They take our nectar and fly away. There are lots of us. We commonly come when it is summer. We make everybody happy. We have a very sweet smell. The sunflower always smiles at the yellow sun. Some flowers are big and some are small. We aren't fake and we live on the beautiful lake. The biggest one of us is a sunflower. The smallest one of us is a water meal. Flowers flowers everywhere colourful

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Colourful Flowers - Neha Suresh

Flowers are pretty Flowers are colourful Flowers smell nice Flowers are sweet Flowers are put into vases Flowers have nectar Flowers are beautiful Flowers come at spring Flowers grow all the time Flowers grow at spring Flowers die in winter Flowers can be made into daisy chains Flowers are gorgeous Flowers can be made into perfume Flowers come from a seed Flowers can be eaten by bugs Flowers look like snowflakes.

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Flowers - Divya

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Once upon a time there lived three furry orange cats. They lived in a little cottage. One day they wanted to go to Antarctica, so they went to the airport. They accidentally went on the wrong aero-plane and went to one of the hottest countries in the world, Libya. It was too hot there, so they went to the airport again. This time they went to the coldest country in the world Russia. The oldest cat said let's play snowballs and that's exactly what hey did. They all agreed that they were going on an adventure. Next they went to Italy there they ate delicious yummy pizza with only cheese and pepperoni. After that they went back to England. They went to a grocery store to buy fish for tea. They went to Isle of White and Brighton. Then they went to a sweet shop and ate some melty chocolate. Then they went home for supper. Then went to the museum to see the bones of the di-nosaur called T-Rex. In the museum the three cats saw a painting of dinosaurs from a long time ago. In the museum garden were rare flowers and plants. They saw a shell of a ammonite. One of the cat's needed a haircut that was pretty because she was going to a birthday party. She went to the birthday party and bought sausages for the two furry cats. They all went to London to buy some lovely, fine looking clothes. Then they went to their warm house THE END

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The Three Cats Adventure - Neha Suresh

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