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September 7, 2023

The warning

 

 

Dearest,

Someone once said to me as little as I was,

“Katie don’t touch things that isn’t yours,don’t want what you cannot have.Dont cross lines that are, well, lines.Do know littlest me was no fun. Ever.
Adventure I can spell but I cannot feel.For when I was little I got this gift wrapped in a petit box et dearest you it was pretty as a linen Papier stamped with the letter B et it smelt  like grand mère in Chanel no5.But still it was pretty as heck and enchanted I will always be with things that isn’t for me.

like, have you ever wandered by a door and it was always closed?

Well that’s a warning, it means it ought to stay closed. If you are chasing  after something it’s not for you, stay away from it.
If you are throwing stones on someone’s window pane, well good luck when the very stones you throw end up in your windows.Fate my darlings is a daunting cruel
road in life.

Hence this book was the very lout lessons, I never did learn until I grew up.

I know, I am trying to say, don’t hurt others, and stop and see what your actions are going to do,

to you.Oh I miss you world and I am
quite sorry  I am not social at all. 
Maybe our friend on this cover is 😫!

 

   Yours,rianna kate Shaikh

 

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Published on September 07, 2023 20:51

August 26, 2023

August books

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Published on August 26, 2023 17:09

August 25, 2023

August

There can be not much to say except 3 new books are to ready for this month.hurrah to you!     Yours,r KS
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Published on August 25, 2023 07:24

July 31, 2023

The clan

 

 

I have been fortunate in life to have had two fathers. The real and not so real. As a child I know that the not so normal is what I was made for.

   My real father was a sailor.And a pilot. And he was at times
an actor. Atleast it’s what
I told myself. Honest you ask? 

He acted his way into maman’s heart and out of it. Leaving me in the side lines of a life I never wanted. He was wealthy alright but doltish in his devious decisions.
He is the epitome of a charismatic Bond.James Bond, except older and face untouched by botox and so on. Maman I never really knew, she did not know me either, but I was glad that life lead her to me et released her. She was an Irish dosser, she never knew where she belonged either. It’s a little late in this game of life to point fingers no?
I forgive you both, and I love you sir Harri for being the only sensible one in this game,    Did I learn anything from this?yes I did, I learnt that I can forgive  like no other,I learnt that no matter how many arrows are at my head, I’m a pirate like father, and I learnt that mothers are not perfect, they have many issues.Any the most important of this learning business, I need new frocks, because being a girl is exhausting.
I know I’m as banjaxed as a chair.Uh no I’m not codding ya.       Crack on,        Saoirse Wish     The clan (a new book)

Edge of night: malinda

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Published on July 31, 2023 05:38

July 30, 2023

Maman not so dearest (aug)

 

 

     Dearest,

 

I have not seen the sun in days. I often go through phases where I would jaunt around or not see the world. Ha ha ha, by the way it’s hurricane season et the storms are woefully extravagant!             Hence,      My next book;I always have difficult decisions with my covers, but I must confess to you,I need one book with 3 covers!

I cannot decide.A bit about it;A girl that really feels absolutely abandoned by her mother et sailor father.
As in —- leave now BECKY!
I am quite aware that somethingwent wrong in her childhood , hey be kind, I had a perfectly happy childhood.

😳 😩 😲

oh mon Dieu. Stay tuned.

 

    Your writer at it again,   Rianna Kate ShaikhAurora: running with the wolves
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Published on July 30, 2023 21:08

July 26, 2023

Dear God, it’s Elle


Dearest,7 months later:

I think I feel like good things take time. Some writers take forever et when they do they perform tricks like a Rollins or a Grey.
There is isn’t a middle ground.

When I lost my best friend I thought that I may never write again. Then I met Elle et life somehow rewinded.
I am trying to write this while my daughters, well ones singing so loud my ear drums are screaming the other is asking me about melting butter et the other is screaming 😂

back to my story…

Elle reminded me of a girl lost in her vein of unhappiness as you see her parents were quite the catastrophe and I sort of get it. But I got it when i read her letters to God.
In life we get older and somehow the trouble often in being older gets bigger.

And I know life gets troubled, people surely get mixed up with their dreams, your success seems at Some point more important than your happiness and then next turn, your sadness from being little finds you.
And you bet, you become lost with life et her secret woes. But writing Elle reminded me of this one line,

 

I suppose you could say that I could step back in time and realize that no matter what we go through, we could get better. And we like most children feel, we are alone.No matter the sorrow.
The disappointment.The agony of not being enough or having enough.
It will be okay. I know this because I once left like Elle. So I know the two don’t really tie in but with silk ribbons anything can.“life is indeed a moment of wrap and ribbon.”

You get older and you get bigger and your problems become something else. Yah?

So I must save my next note for another page.
I thank you for reading me. Et I am sorry that unhappy is what I cannot fully write like I use to, life happened to me too.

For my best once friend and greatest
fan, Dakota E,
missing you so like forever,
and I would chase
rainbows in Melbourne searching
for you,For always,R Kate

Ps. The famed hat my daughter had made by the beautiful Behida from New York City. You bet, not in the mood either😉

Courage: Celine Dion

 

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Published on July 26, 2023 16:22

July 19, 2023

A new book en july

 

 

Dearest,

it’s been a long wait et a thunderous days upon days, that I, your writer had written a single line. But here 7 months later my first book, my new created of books et with my heart of full of weeping stories,

I introduce my Elle.

A girl lost in the hairs of finding love and being utterly ruined by her parents, yet she seeks God as one should except she’s as aged a a first batch of rotten fromage.
Smells terrible until eaten 😫!

Of course I dont eat fromage as I did years ago.
Here it is my next true work, my beaut, my new muse…

 

I look forward to writing to you in my letters ahead dear friends,

R Kate Shaikh

 

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Published on July 19, 2023 22:18

June 18, 2023

Forever goodbye

“Grief is a window to God.”  Kate 

 

    Dear best friend,

 

It’s been hard so hard not seeing your silly messages. Or since my glorious dips in therapy, it’s been hard not pretending it’s been a long day and you are still at work, Saving more lives than ever. 
It’s been even more harder, knowing that my phone will never ring and I’ll not ever see your face.

 

Or hear your voice. Or laugh
at midnight with your
stupide jokes.
“our midnight tradition was the moon to
the sky.”

Oui,  but Honestly,
the hardest is never in this
life again knowing that you’ll
say,

“you are the best – the simply best.”

My God, you were such a good liar, Thank you for that. It made me smile but damn hell, I am the best at feeling non?

When my stories were sad little pages, you thought that I was so smart and my storytelling was like Hemingway missing at the louvre.You were a kind delirious creature.

J’adore .

Dearest, since you left this world, my tears are gone. My laughter is rare and my mind refuses to listen to the stories around my heart. My pen, gee, it wants nothing to do with me.absolument rien.And my dear characters, well they sit still watching me loose myself to a thousand moments I once shared with you. I refuse to miss you,  I grieve a thousand smiles for you. And I wonder so wonder if you are a star up there so far, lost almost but looking at me.Sad but so.
      I miss you more than a thousand sad tears or sheeps et I beg your senses to stay as my Jimney cricket or a goat, whatever.
Well I beg the sheep not the wolves. Nevertheless,Sorry I don’t listen anymore.I Swear if Simon came knocking I would be like,“not today and not Monday lad.”
Go on laugh now.

 

Forever your best,     Bec 

a book of letters 

Ghost ; justin Bieber

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Published on June 18, 2023 20:25

June 17, 2023

When you get older

   My little darling,I write to you to tell you of something important.When you get older I hope you find love, the kinds that mold you and hold you in her arms forever. I hope you find light for this world is filled  with darkness and angst and more pain than it’s gain.  I hope you to climb high enough that you see the realities of life and you see the truth about the fabled stories. Like the sheep and the wolves and the sadness your own people will cause you.I hope you find a husband, one that will love you enough to take care of you as you will learn to of him. And I hope you build a small house but you full it with Gods love.
The others  searching for more bricks to build the biggest house in the lands are always the most miserable. Like grand Pere was,
he built to make others happier than me.
It’s why I write to you in hopes young Katie when you grow up you’ll grow old and you’ll grow happiest as the lines of time sets on your face.
Use you hands and write books to make this land a better place.

 

Your grand mère   Marie L
Enigma: return to innocence
ps. Funny thing is it’s truth
Is ever before your eyes, when you
Are still young, non?

 

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Published on June 17, 2023 08:45

June 12, 2023

Fairness isn’t fair

 

  Dearest,
I try to be a poet instead I found this:

It sound simple but it’s complex

She seems nice but she’s ruthless

He seems true but his ethics is a jokeHe is not a friend he’s a nopeShe’s holy but not good He’s happy but depressed She preaches angst yet he does revenge This life is not left rather right If you truly believe you’ll find a knight.   I hope for you beauty with a heart, not a beast with a tarp.

   End less words,
R Kate Shaikh 

Miss American and the heart break prince :

Taylor swift

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Published on June 12, 2023 19:38