There Was a Boy

There was a boy, he sat alone at an empty table at a café.

There was a boy, his eyes seemed to lack a certain twinkle.

There was a boy, he always kept his head lowered, eyes on the bank pages in front of him.

There was a boy, his lips never curved up into a smile.

There was a boy, he had blue eyes that only held sadness.

There was a boy, his heart was split into a million pieces.

There was a boy, he heard nothing but silence.

There was a boy, his tears flowed down his cheeks everyday.

There was a boy, he always felt helpless.   Continue reading

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The Rain

By: Shanzida Khandaker

“I’m telling you Jase, the rain has vowed to pour until the world is flooded,” Aron moaned into the phone as he lightly banged his head on the on the headboard of his bed. It had been raining nonstop for the past two days but to Aron it felt more like years.

“Air, you’re over reacting mate,” Jase answered, and though Aron couldn’t see, he knew that his best friend was rolling his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Jase – no, don’t even try to say you weren’t rolling your eyes Mr.- but seriously, this rain is so- so- I don’t know, so not rad,”

“Okay, first, don’t ever say ‘rad’ again, you sound stupid,”

“Duly noted,” Continue reading

The Story of The King, Nazmus, and the Computer

I found a story that I don’t remember writing. It’s cute and short and it was funny, so here it is! 🙂

Once upon a time there was a boy named Nazmus. Nazmus was a very smart person that loved computers. One day, the king called him into the castle to ask for help on the kings’ computer named boo. Nazmus thought that the king was stupid and knew exactly how to fix the computer. He told the king “Your highness, have you tried turning it off and back on?” The king looked at him with an evil eye. “You think I’m a fool! You shall be beheaded.” So Nazmus was beheaded. That night, the king sat in his layer and thought about what Nazmus had said. He went up to his computer and turned it off and back on. To his surprise, it started working. “Oh, so Nazmus was right, my bad.”

The End

Open Your Eyes

By: Shanzida Khandaker

When you’re born in a country, even if you didn’t grow up in it, there is always a special connection you feel towards it; there is that feeling of love that is unexplainable. However, no matter how strong your love is, regardless of the situation, your mind kicks in and you think logically. Logical thinking isn’t a bad thing, it’s actually the contrary. You adapt to the world around you, and then, when you go into a world that is so different from what you have grown up with, nothing seems to make sense.

I always felt mind boggled when I looked at the situation in Bangladesh. A country that had been so passionate to earn its independence, and had earned it, turned into something close to unexplainable. There is no denying that Bangladesh is a beautiful country; with the nature that covers the grounds of it and the forests that exists carrying the creatures only unique to it, Bangladesh is a country that is one of a kind. Continue reading

The Death of Love

(Authors note: This is a story I had written quite a while ago, about 3 years ago. I ran across it today and thought I would share it. Yes, the story is kind of messed up; but hey, don’t ask me, I don’t remember what was going through my mind 3 years ago! 😛 Hope you enjoy it!)

“Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth!” Mr. Jonson called out to Elizabeth Marlin who was daydreaming during math. She shook her head and looked at her teacher, “Yes Mr. Johnson?” she asked confused.

“What’s the answer to 35B?” He repeated his question.

Elizabeth looked down at her paper and said “y=25x+4” then looked up, Mr. Jonson nodded and continued to go through the answers. Continue reading