Growing up all Jasmine wanted to do was play softball on the varsity team for her high school. She wanted to represent them on the field in one of the most important positions. Starting out as a freshman, she trained diligently with her mom, every single day after school before the season even started. When the softball season started, Jasmine was ready to show off her skills!read more
Category Moebius Writers
So much has happened since you left us. I promised myself I would write you this letter and pray that someday I will hear your response. I miss you, an understatement of how much I long to feel you near me, to hug you, to kiss you until you blue in the face, to hear your voice, to have someone to bug and tease to speak to you, to listen to you babble all day about the latest gossip and daily activities, to listen to music that irritates me and beg you to turn to my kind of music. I so miss those special moments we had. Funny, so many times those things irritated me and I used to get so grossly angry at you, but I would do anything just to have one more day with you. What I would give to change it all. I’m so glad we made the most of our time spent together. You remember all the outings we went on and holidays away- just us family, it was truly something special. Now we
can’t have that anymore. It all seems senseless having special outing, because you’re not with us and it just won’t be the same without you. I cannot begin to tell you how different things have been since your passing. With all that has happened. Loosing you and Oupa, and the divorce, it seems things are only getting worse. The great loss has caused immense hurt and as time goes by it becomes worse. Mr. Snipes, I miss you and long to hug you, to fidget with you I miss the most. (Melissa used to pop his pimples for him)
My face was different so obvious to see,
I couldn’t hide how God had made me.
Born with crossed eyes that were soon mixed with glasses,
and a cracked smile for everyone who passes.
I wore the shoes i thought were so neat,
which helped to straighten my crooked little feet.
It was the end of a busy day at Wriggley’s Toyshop. Everybody had gone home and the great big green doors which guarded the toys inside had been tightly shut and locked.
Inside, the toyshop was covered in darkness. But all was not quiet as a faint whimpering noise could be heard. It was coming from one of the toy-shelves.
From the sales counter, of where he had been placed on display for promotional purposes, Policeman Pete switched on his torch. (Luckily for him batteries had been included!) “Who’s there?” He asked as he slowly swung the torch beam across the toyshop.
The Boy Who Never Smiled
By: Theresa McMillan
There once was a boy who never smiled. His name was Matt Downer. But all the kids called him “Mad Downer,” because they said he always looked mad. He never smiled at his mother or father. He never smiled to his friends. He never smiled when he was happy. And he never, never smiled when he poised for a picture. He just never smiled. He even hated the very idea of smiling. When his mother or father tried to get him to smile, Matt would shout “No!” When Matt’s friends asked him why he never smiled, he said, “Smiling is for losers. Why should I smile?” He never seemed to care that not smiling was making everyone around him sad.
I’m giving you this because I want you to understand more about me. You’ll see I am just like everybody else in your class in lots of ways, but in some ways, I’m not the same. I need you to know how I am “different” from the other kids in our class so you can help make school a safe place for me.
Fae was a very beautiful little girl, but she didn’t always see how beautiful she was. She looked different from other little girls. Her right hand looked like a pappy’s paw.
When she walked down the hallway at school the other kids would stare at Fae. Some of the kids would point and laugh. George, the little boy who sat next to her class, called her mean names.read more
Know how sometimes you get the feeling that you can’t do something your friends or classmates can do? I feel that way every day because I can’t smile. Let me explain.
I was born with Moebius Syndrome which was caused by a loss of blood when I was a developing baby. That loss of blood caused the nerves for my face to form the wrong way, and because of it, I cannot smile or move my lower lip very well. When you’re a teenager, or a grown up, you can’t get Moebius Syndrome, you have to be born with it. When you are born with Moebius Syndrome you could have one or more of the following features: clubbed feet, missing fingers and/or toes, crossed eyes, and you cannot smile.