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What are People Saying and Should You Repeat It

This week I decided to share an article that I had written with you. Feel free to comment or share. Thank you.

by: Rebecca Taylor

Communication can be a great thing but sometimes the wrong messages are being sent out. In this age of social media, e-mail forwarding and just plain talk around the town; certain problems have been known to arise. While it can be great to be interested in other people’s lives – sometimes things get out of hand. Rumours tend to pop up – and they can be hurtful. Some rumours are simply misunderstandings because someone didn’t get the whole story, or through the telling the details got skewed like a game of telephone that children play in elementary school. However, some people seem to derive pleasure from making up things and spreading them around. I would like to remind everyone about the importance of getting the facts right before talking about someone else. Before you spread something around – think about the other people involved. Is what you are planning to say going to cause harm, difficulties in relationships etc. Some rumours lead to allegations which could lead to slander.

George Washington said, “Serious misfortunes, originating in misrepresentation, frequently flow and spread before they can be dissipated by truth.”  Think before you speak because while the story might seem interesting now – what if you were on the other side? It is too easy to speak before we think.

For the person dealing with the effects of the rumour – it can be extremely difficult and in some cases severe emotional and relationship difficulties can take place. If you think it is important for someone to know a rumour for whatever reason – you need to think carefully. Sometimes, a rumour can easily be sorted out by going to the person that the rumour is about but this could be problematic as it would mean letting the person the rumour is about – know that there is a rumour and this could cause hurt. This gives us a vicious circle. Shana Alexander (journalist) said, “Trying to squash a rumor is like trying to unring a bell,” so once something is out there, the stigma may be long lasting even though there is little or no truth to what is being said.

We are all responsible for bettering our own lives and that of our communities – rumours are not helpful – they cause unnecessary aggravation. If we all make a conscious effort to think about whom and what we are talking about, we can help minimize the effects of idle gossip. None of us want to be the topic of a rumour and we don’t want the people that we care about to be either. It’s time to take back the conversation by considering what people are saying and should we repeat it or at least question it. You cannot believe everything you hear or read.

Witch Crystal

by: Malika Gandhi

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I love Witches, and not the normal kind. What do I mean by normal kind? Well, it’s not as if witches really exist to they? Far from it!

In the ancient and olden times (By this I mean the 1200- early 1900), when people believed Witches existed, they targeted normal women and some men, who helped injured people heal with herbs, and potions, amongst other things. If they looked ‘evil’ or wore certain clothes, they were witches, and must be killed! Witches – beware!

The Horrible Histories books informed me of the gruesome way they were killed, and I just shudder thinking about it!


But, I am not writing about historical witches, but fantastical witches whom I think are just brilliant. When I think of books I have read based on stories of witches, such as Roald Dahl’s the Witches, JK Rowling’s Harry Potter books, and C.S.Lewis’  The Chronicles of Narnia books, it made me even more determined to write one of my own.


Where there are witches, there is magic and magical elements, that doesn’t exist in the human world however hard we try to create them. That’s why I love reading books that bring the imagination to life, where we see them as a film reel, running through our minds, and expanding our creative thoughts along the way!


So, I sat and penned the book Witch Crystal, something a little different but that would have you hooked. So what ‘s so great about this book? There are thousands of YA Fantasy books to read, why is this one so special? Well, without trying to blow my own horn, I will tell you some things about the book and the characters, and let you make the decision  – is it something you want to read or not? Does it sound like it may be something different?


So, Witch Crystal is about a witch – that bit is quite obvious. Where is it based? What elements can you look forward to reading, I hear you ask. So here are some of the tantalising facts!


  1. Witch Crystal is set on two planets – our very own Earth, the location being Robin Hood Bay in North Yorkshire, and Norway. The second planet is fictional, called Zrotaz, where fictional or mythical magical creatures reside.


  1. There is an abundance of magical/mythical creatures in the book, some talk and some don’t. One of my favourite is the Unisus – a cross breed of a Unicorn and a Pegasus – a magnificent creature, if I do say so myself. There is also, Luille, my lovely comedian owl.

There are also villainous creatures too, such as the vile werewolves, and the evil Merpeople. Look out for them!


  1. Teen romance – there is a sweet little romance that is not so evident as yet but it is there in the background. I would like to say it is a subtle romance that will grow in the next two books.


  1. Spells, enchantments, and magical visual scenes – there is plenty of this throughout the book, that will leave you mesmerised, and that will bring the story to life.
  • The magical waterfall that won’t freeze in freezing weather
  • The trees that grow tea that help sleep
  • The luminous river
  • Enchantments that keep away unwanted company, spells that will throw you, lift you, and take you away to another place, and magically treated buildings that is a source of power for all witches and creatures.


Nothing is normal in Larissa’s witch world!


  1. The Aurora Borealis or the Northern Lights. This factor is very important to the book, and without giving too much away, let’s say without it, travel between Earth and Zrotaz would not be possible!


  1. Some key characters to look out for:

The Witch Crystal




The Earth Spirits

The High Witch


The Sacred Witch

The Unisus and the Witches Council


Witch Crystal, a story spells, charms, magic, and scenic locations!



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Malika Gandhi lives in the East Midlands, UK. She is a homemaker and in between caring for her family, she writes her books and dabbles in a little painting.

Malika was born in India but moved to London.



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Words from the Commandments

by: Rebecca Taylor

(written as a writing challenge several years ago).

I am the tablet on which God’s words are issued to all humanity to try and make the world a better place for everyone to live in. Sadly, there are many who have trouble abiding by the rules that God put in place.  There are ten brothers with a common goal written on me, to guide the people of the world.

The first of them is named “One” and his mission is to remind everyone to only follow God and not worship false gods. When he sees this law going un-followed, his tears run onto me and I am stained with the sadness One feels. I am old and have seen much pain over the thousands of years of my existence.

“Two” is the second brother, he and One are very close. Two is also responsible for turning people back to God, when they put materialistic items ahead of their spiritual wellbeing. Over the years, Two has seen how complicated his message can be. He knows that God wants his people to be happy, and he watches them strive to accomplish many things in an abundance of ways, but he grieves when he sees them wanting the wrong things. Two keeps his sadness deep within him, until his heart is as heavy as my stony surface.

“Three” is a simple commandment to follow. He asks that people not take the Lord’s name in vain. There is great sorrow for Three when he hears people swearing, Three is the most vocal of all the brothers who call me home. He often asks the others what he should do to help remind God’s people of God’s wishes.

“Four” who is the brother who is in charge of reminding people to worship on Sunday, says, “We must not give up. Times have changed since God first spoke. This doesn’t mean we stop trying, it just means that we need to find ways to reach people in this modern world.”

“Five” who commands everyone to respect their parents, is the most enthusiastic of all the boys. He likes to have lively debates and discuss re-education for both children and parents of all ages. He stirs my senses, his choice of words so poetic, that they captivate me. He works very hard to promote understanding and communication between the generations.

“Six” is the commandment who carries the heaviest burden. He tells the world to not kill. The pain in his heart reaches deep into my rocky soul, it makes a chill run through my stony spine when he weeps for someone who was found by Satan.

“Seven” sees a world of pain as well, as he tells people to not cheat on their spouse or significant other.

“Eight’s” words are also chiselled on my heart. He says, don’t steal. All of humanity must earn what they have and not take it from others.

“Nine” tells us not to lie, that telling false truths to others is deception which will bring no good to this world that he calls home.

The youngest of the brothers is “Ten,” he is in charge of reminding the world to not want what others have. He and Eight are constant companions, working together to teach the importance of non-materialistic goods and of being happy with what you have and not always wanting something just because someone else has it.

Sometimes when I listen very carefully I can hear the angels conversing with the brothers, giving them hope with their gentle words and knowledge, in the darkest moments, they can be heard saying, “Today was a tough one, but do not be disheartened, tomorrow can be better – you just have to go back to teaching. People will listen to you, I know it, and so does God. Look to the parables and the teachings of Jesus, the number of times he was persecuted, and the number of followers he gained.”

All of these brothers’ words are drilled into my heart. Together they spell out a better way for all of humanity. I watch them go out into the community and try to make the world a better place for both present and future generations. I feel their pain as it tears through them into me, but I also feel their joy when they see someone do a good deed. These courageous brothers know that each tiny gesture makes a difference and that one act of kindness can lead to a multitude of amazing endeavours throughout the world.  I often describe this teamwork approach like a spider web. Each person on earth is a tiny piece of silk and when each one does their part and joins with another, eventually the picture comes into focus, and the beauty can be seen, just like the completed web which is the home for the spider. I know that in the years that come, many great strides will be taken, and that there will also be some setbacks, but that if perseverance prevails within humanity as a whole and in the brothers who crusade with the words that God gave to them, that the road map for happiness throughout the world may someday be achieved. I will do my part by continuing to hold myself together and not break under the pressure of the heaviness of the words that are placed in my safekeeping.

In Our Hands

by: Rebecca Taylor

In Our Hands
Life’s too short for trivialities
Moments lost worrying about things that cannot be changed
Uncertainty reigns worldwide
We must tell those who matter why and how much
Never end a conversation with a harsh word that might remain that way
Plans go askew and emotions confuse
We mustn’t make excuses to be unhappy
Or let ourselves be held back
Our future starts with us
How we live rests in our hands.

View from a Cliff

by: Rebecca Taylor

I am a jutting overhang, twenty-five feet off the ground, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean in Price Edward Island. I’m a mixture of emotions, exhilarating and afraid all at once, often like the people who stand and overlook my edge at the beauty below. I am a cliff who just so happens to be scared of heights, what irony.
I am most surprised by the different people who stand on me. Some of them stand back against my protective wall, while others get close to my edge and peer over at the rushing waters below. The ones who stand against my wall, I sense that they wish they had the courage to approach my edge to get a better look at the sensational view below, but that they have enough common sense to know that my edge is more dangerous.
I am visited mostly during the summer, with a few travelers coming in the late spring and early autumn. In the winter, I am completely alone, with just the blankets of snow that become layered on me. Even most of the birds and other wild creatures do not venture out to see what I am up to, in Canada’s winter weather. Despite the isolation, I am not lonely; I take this time to reflect on the visitors who had previously come to see me. My memories of the laughter, the joyous and nervous smiles, the different energies that the humans who come to me possess.
If you touch my wall with your hands, you will feel weathered out crevices. Changes brought on by the weather – whipping winds because I am so high in the air. At the base of the rocky overhang I am on, the salt-water brushes against me when the tide comes in, waves uncovering seashells and other treasures that the tourists and locals alike enjoy gathering. The sounds up here are amazing. The birds voices are like music to my old ears, their melodies blending together to form a choir. The sound the water varying with the weather and the seasons is constant company. It is particularly loud during a storm. When the huge waves come in from the sea and roll over the rocks below, they sound like a jackhammer breaking cement. I love the way the air smells, so clean and perfect, the salt from the ocean washing over me making me feel alive.
My life can be a bit monotonous staying in the same place day after day, but I’m thousands of years old and accepted reality a long time ago. This is my life, where I was placed and I have a purpose, to provide a beautiful place for people to see the beauty of the land surrounding me. I hope to be here for many more years and get to meet a lot more incredible people, to watch more families join together and enjoy visiting me.

With Nature

by: Rebecca Taylor

based on this week’s picture prompt

Feeling of freedom
as bare feet touch the damp sand
ocean’s spray misting in from the tide.
Seagulls squawk with joy
feeding on fish found near the shore
undeterred by the beach goers.
So much happening all at once
but in the moment with nature
all feels right with the world.

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