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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Family
- Published: 02/12/2014
The very act of living is like walking on a stony mountain. As you keep on walking you will come across flowers of hope, trees of faith, thunders of destruction, and clouds of sadness. No matter what happens you have to keep on moving forward, but the moment i took a step i fell deep down the mountain, but one little tree from nowhere gave me the faith to cling on to my life. but one day i woke up to see the tree torn apart, dead and gone... and that's when i fell deep down on to the ground and this time i have to make my way out.
It's been five years since the day everything went wrong. Nothing changed. With a sad sigh i went back to paint, painting is my passion as well as the only link to my past and the only thing that hurts me as well as heals me. I am a famous artist but I am well known for my history than for my talent!
and that history starts when I was left alone with my brother in this dark dangerous world.
no orphanage wanted us in, no parent wanted to adopt us because we were the children of "Bob and Stacy" also known as the citys most wanted crimnals they destroyed everything on their way including us. I lived with my brother in a little shack. We grow vegetables to overcome our financial needs. everything went smoothly until the day i found out my brother of 14 years sick with lung cancer. i had to save him but we could not afford chemo after weeks of trying i entered in to an art competion the winner gets money as a reward and that amount was enough to cure my brother i squeled in delight i painted the prettiest picture i could paint and thats when everything blew up on the way to submit my painting i was falsley accused for theft and was imprisoned and my brother died leaving me a not saying"paint the world with colours you have"
thats what Iam doing painting and trying to walk my way through...
Painting Hope(Melody)
The very act of living is like walking on a stony mountain. As you keep on walking you will come across flowers of hope, trees of faith, thunders of destruction, and clouds of sadness. No matter what happens you have to keep on moving forward, but the moment i took a step i fell deep down the mountain, but one little tree from nowhere gave me the faith to cling on to my life. but one day i woke up to see the tree torn apart, dead and gone... and that's when i fell deep down on to the ground and this time i have to make my way out.
It's been five years since the day everything went wrong. Nothing changed. With a sad sigh i went back to paint, painting is my passion as well as the only link to my past and the only thing that hurts me as well as heals me. I am a famous artist but I am well known for my history than for my talent!
and that history starts when I was left alone with my brother in this dark dangerous world.
no orphanage wanted us in, no parent wanted to adopt us because we were the children of "Bob and Stacy" also known as the citys most wanted crimnals they destroyed everything on their way including us. I lived with my brother in a little shack. We grow vegetables to overcome our financial needs. everything went smoothly until the day i found out my brother of 14 years sick with lung cancer. i had to save him but we could not afford chemo after weeks of trying i entered in to an art competion the winner gets money as a reward and that amount was enough to cure my brother i squeled in delight i painted the prettiest picture i could paint and thats when everything blew up on the way to submit my painting i was falsley accused for theft and was imprisoned and my brother died leaving me a not saying"paint the world with colours you have"
thats what Iam doing painting and trying to walk my way through...
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