Childrens Stories

Lets go the the focus room You have everything.  Everything everyone wants.  A husband, two beautiful children and a Big house.  One girl and one boy, said the voice.  I do not have me.  I do not have myself, I don't know who I am. I am able to write, Yes I am able to dance, Yes I write in the spur on the moment, I dance in the spur of the moment, But I don't know my purpose, My goal.  I don't have my happiness. Your job is to take care of the children, You don't have your focus.  They are doing things that are upsetting and disturbing.  The other day they walked out of the house.  They locked the door from inside.  They don't wear their seat belt.  One day he was not on his chair in the car.  I have learned its not easy.  It seems like everyday has become fearful. I ten to go into my dancing deeply and don't have time for the writing.  I am usually driving or cooking.  I love my children, but I want more rest for me.  More writing for me.  I watched an interv

There was Anamalia and she noticed, The woodpecker pecked, There was an animal and she saw it froma far suddenly The Pecker pecked at the door window of the car. The amimal was crabbed the coat. There were big marks on the window. There Amamalia dreampt deep blow and it was dark. She was holding on to thick wires on a flat bar which was taking her up. She was holding on tight.  She could see herself on the edge.  Finally she climbed up holding the hard wired bar as if it went up up up.  She got on top of the group.  She walked passed the dark hallways, and  there she saw a arrow, it said, Enter The Pritam Room As Anamalia entered a little four year old boy and a nine year old girl were arguing resting on the bed.  She then saw in the room A wicked lady.  The wicked lady separated the children. She was actually restless and tired of the same chores and bored.  When Anamalia went in the room outside the window she saw snow all over.  So much snow that they couldn't go out.  Their va

After the meditation room Anamelia felt so focused and her thoughts were clear minded.  She walked out of the room with a concentrated mind.  She walked out and walked five steps out the door.  There she saw a pen on the floor. Anamelia pressed the button. The pen said, I will not tell you what to do. I will not say a word, I will not give you advice, but next you go to the advice room and get clarity and be confidant if you really are a writer.  If you ignore what is said, and ignore what others think of you and what they perceive of you. You will be a writer.  Anamelia walked two doors down, passed the thin alley. She went through the bed of flowers, passed the sunrise, went by the well, passing the water pump and the hut house. There she landed in the clear door mirrored room.  All mirrors were around. All shapes were there.  She entered the table where it said, Take your advice.  Voices were heard.  She heard look for a job. Apply to a job at the bank. Another voice said, give a

                        Anamelia was tired of walking around the castle.  She had walked for half an hour.  She thought lets enter the castle for classes and lectures.  So she went into a room that said, Control Room.  There she sat in class.  The Professor asked, “Anyone have a nightmare lately”?  Anamelia raised her had the professor glazed at her with a smirk then nodded his head as to proceed.  As he said, you are the new one, the brilliant one.  I have heard of you from Agatha, Welcome.   Amamelia in her soft voice said, I just had a dream in which I said, there is a ghost inside me.  Dear Oh Dear said, the professor you lack confidence and have severe anxiety with such a dream.  “Tell me what is going on”?  Well I am extremely tired and overworked, said Anamelia.  The professor said, you are in the right room, “Why are you having such strong desires to be published”.  Have no desires.  “Why are you trying to control what happens”.  Not before time, not after time will s