Thought I might post the interesting short story my little 9 year old sis wrote. You can read it after the break!
I’m not going to use tumblr mobile anymore. Something’s wrong with it. Like, it multiplies a blog entry when I post it. Weird.
While I normally don’t post a thing like this, I’m making an exception right now.
So I keep seeing on my dash various posts on the things the Bible supposedly ‘bans’, like eating meat, pork and various other things. While it may be true that it was banned in the past because of the Mosaic Law, those restrictions were later lifted because the Mosaic Law was abolished.
And those laws were made because of a reason. According to Dr. Short in The Bible and Modern Medicine (pp. 40,41), “True, we eat the pig, the rabbit and the hare, but these animals are liable to parasitic infections and are safe only if the food is well cooked. The pig is an unclean feeder, and harbours two worms, trichina and a tape worm, which may be passed on to man. The danger is minimal under present conditions in this country, but it would have been far otherwise in Palestine of old, and such food was better avoided.”
Among other things, I’d like to explain this one first because almost everybody misunderstands the words at Leviticus 11:7-8.
So I hope this clears a bit of the issues people find in the Bible. If someone asks me to explain more, I’d love to expound more the laws found in the Bible that are misinterpreted.
Videogames are great, they let you try your craziest fantasies
For example, on the sims, you can have a job and a house
So here’s a preview of the story I’m currently writing. But once I get all things polished, I will change the book cover because as you can see, I did a lame editing on this one because I did it in a hurry. I’ve been writing this for over a year but because of my obligations and responsibilities, I barely have time to finish at least several chapters. Trust me, I write at least a few sentences whenever I have a chance to do so.
I was socially inept and awkward. I didn’t need my constant solitude to remind me of that. But I knew I wasn’t alone. I knew that some people, like me, found it hard to express themselves too. Then I met Wynston Destler. Meeting Wynston not only told me that you don’t need a voice to be heard by the world, but it also told me that you don’t need a voice to leave a mark on people’s lives.