A Pretty Flower

there was a nice flowers in an office. this flower wasn't alone there. But it was more beautiful from the other flowers. it was also taller and bigger its flowerpot. It was growing up very fast.
The other flowers wasn’t catching up it. Actualy the other flowers have no power to grow up.
The people in this Office was give all of them water, but the result wasn’t in the same way.

One day the other flowers asked : “ we use the same weather, water and soil, but you are growing up better. What are you doing for this? Where is the difference?” said the other flowers. “ I am only listenning to the people who tell their problem. just then this people talk to me very kindly and talk about very good things for me.” Said the pretty flower. “well, aren’t you doing in this way?” asked the pretty flower. The other flowers thought, but they couldn’t a answer.
“ the difference is here”said the pretty flower.

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26-03-2008 04:36 PM mustafali.

An Old Tree

There was a old tree at somewhere in time. There was a lots big and long branches of the old tree. Our old tree was a very cheerful tree. when the spring came, its branches were being full of the leaves. Our old tree’s fruits was birds that perch on its branches and children that come together under its. When the sun went away, our old tree was being unhappy so much. Because birds and children were going to away. It was hating of being alone. Our old tree was crying until the morning. When the sun appeared again in the sky, it was finding its fruits round. Its fruit was its reason to be happy. So it was praying to have fruits every day. It likes them so much and protects every time. The old tree was a very emotional tree and it would also be remain every time.

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27-03-2008 12:46 PM mustafali.

A Sailor

The sailor was sailing on the ocean and He was looking at the sea. To look at the sea was meaningful for him. When he wasn’t busied by his work, he would go to the back of the ship and sit there. Sometimes he would stand up there. He goes to there and he would only think. He would like the sea, because His living was passing on the sea. When he thought, he would think everything. Perhaps his house was this place, his ship, but he would miss his house that becomes at away. It has become so long time. He was hoping their journey will finish.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned back and he looked at the man who stand at his back. “the food ready. We are waiting for you. Come into.” Said the man.

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The Ant

There was an ant that carryies the world on the its back somewhere in time. It was working very hard every day. It would want working every time. One day, it carryies a leaf or a big piece of the rice; the other day, it carryies a big insect that has been dead. If it don’t carry anything to their home to eat, it would know they will spend the days difficult. First mission of an ant was to carry the food to its home. Second mission of it was to carry the food again too. So only and single mission of an ant is to carry the food to its home always.

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everything began to change in my life until i decided to do some unusual things. i was so bored with my routine life and i was really good at managing a sailing boat. so i decided to go on a voyage, a sea voyage.i was not afraid of sea, contrary i was fond of it, the sea meant freedom, liberty for me.on march 2 i set off to discover new places, new people, new life. it would be my first experience.. at first i started to worry about both myself and my family. i was a university student and i had to participate my lessons but i missed all lessons, even though my family was not common with this idea i left them, and my village. but there occured a heavystorm while i was on a voyage. and i shipwrecked. when i opened my eyes i saw many little creatures looking like humans around me . it was like a circus but terrible, it was including many strange flexible commodities with a few brillant and qualificational staff, i think most of them was unemployed and as far as i understood here was a famous,fashionable and traditional place. but the only thing that i couldnt understand was that there was a vote system to choose the staffs. after a few weeks i started to get on well with this creatures. i found out that they were really harmless creatures. the place they lived was so attractive and i started to interested in this small city. they found immediately a place for accomodation for me. i was there for temporary time but even the ones who committed a crime liked me so much. and i felt that i was keen on them in a very short time. but it was urgent to return my homeland. i mentioned about this. although they didnt want me to left them they accepted and it was unforgettable memoir for me done recent

A Little Bee

Bees makes honey. They fly to the thousands of flowers to make honey in a day. They collect the pollen from flowers.
One day a little bee flied out of its house to collect the pollen from flowers. It was flying and finding out the flowers that have the pollen too much. It was perching on the flowers that it liked. While it was collecting the pollen, it was singing very nice songs to the flowers. Because if it sings very nice songs for the flowers that it perched on, the flowers would give it pollen so much. This little bee was doing this, because it would like all flowers. The other bees weren’t doing in this way. So the flowers weren’t giving them the pollen too much and so they needs to fly to flowers too much more. The little bee would always come back to its house early from the other. The other bees all would look at a little bee in surprise. The honey that have made from the pollen that the little bee collected was sweet more.
A bee would always collect the pollen that it found on the flowers, but this little bee wasn’t only collecting the pollen that it found,. It would also want the flowers give itself the pollen. This was the secret of the little bee.

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Rift

I was in my armchair. I was sitting and thinking. when had it become? why had it become? how had it become? I was not understanding. I was still understanding.
suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I stood up and walked to the door. I looked outside through the hole on the door. "this is it" I thought. I heve never met it until now. I have never thought it knocked at my door.
"no, no. I musn't open the door" I thought. I went back to my armchair. I frightened. I didn't want to open the door. I waited.
I was also breathing slowly. "stay away from here, rift. I don't want you. I am going to try again. I don't want to leave her. please, go away from my door. there's no one in the house" I said very quietly.
there was not a knock any more at the door. I stood up very slowly and I walked to the door. there was not any noise outside. It had already gone.
I stood near the door and I closed my eyes. "Thank God" I said.

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A child and A butterfly

There was a child. He would like playing the game so much. But there was not a his friend who was understanding him. He would generally stay alone. But he would like everthing very much and also, he would like butterflies so much. he always used to run after butterflies. He has has always wanted to do this.
Sometimes he used to run after them. sometimes the butterflies used to run after him.
He had a little green plastic. He had tied the end of the rope to the plastic and also he had tied the other end of the rope to a long stic. Then he used to run the butterfly. When the butterfly saw the little green plastic, the butterfly used to fly to the little gren plastic. when the child saw this, he used to run away and the butterfly used to run after the little green plastic.
the child used to run away with the long stic, the butterfly used to chase after him.

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