As you are

        Dearest readers,I have been thrushed into great reflection lately. I’m currently obsessed with snow et the huntsman that were paid to take her into the forest et bring back her heart to the wicked, wealthy, castle abode, dimmed, dolish freak of a Queen.

Dont pardon that.

I meant it,  like  as in power mirror. I am a little troubled here. So the huntsman took her to the forest et told her to

run.

Wow, Who writes this stuff et expect children to read it? I would be scared thinking of such troubled writer et then stamped  For our children, the kinds to actually read. And we wonder why the world is so bloddy. No it is bloddy.

I was not trying to go there tonight, I actually think whenever i run into the cold hearted in the world, minus the almighty power some of us keep. I think they were never loved as children.

To love is a privilege,
not to be so wealthy et notorious.

That’s a poor bloody creature.

Love, a simple thing as love. I think if I am to go forward  as a children’s writer I shall address you, all of you in a manner that’s needed. A lot of you are plain wicked et heartless as adults because you don’t know love.

Hence, dearest  Wench Queen et thank God the huntsman was  kind.

Amen.  Oh thank the lord.
Lovely story. Frightful writer. But nevertheless a very successful one.
So, my moral was be as you are, et don’t  ask why wench queen gets the standing ovation, but so does the hunter. The killer. The blood throbbing power trip.
Such impolitess in a book, etched in my over crowded mind.

But as you can see, I may not be a great children’s writer because in all, I believe in the ethic sense of kindness, mannerisms, no adventure what so ever, keep your elbows of the table, stay in your lane, if you shall see a witch…

don’t eat the apple. Et I beg of you press your alarm, vit vit!

That is the lady I am, so when my reality feels like a story, I am utterly confused.

Nevertheless  Snow is utterly beautiful in the inside, rather the outside, her heart is that of purity, et the her reaction to Civil unkindness is,

”oh you poor creature.”

My reaction is,

wench bitch Queen, et son a bitch huntsmen.

Like a troll should of locked you away et fed you oats everyday of your moody, bold thirsty existence. Also I would of punished both with a Mary Poppins etiquette coach.

for reals.

But I am a bore, so huntsmen if you are there, stay only in my imagination, because you belong only in stories never real.
Sorry to break up your dreams to 1,000,000 pieces.

Ever never real. Stay in books.

Et the good world, the one filled with love et stories of light, filtering blossoms et miracles, please stay alive,

I beg, with my whole heart,

For the children. All of them. Because eventually they’ll grow up et become witches et huntsmen, et lowlife terrible cold hearted, let’s not ruin it for them.

I thank you as a writer for understanding,

Rianna K Shaikh

ps. Great morale, Don’t waste your money on huntsmen et witches. Or the books