| Booksie Address: | http://www.booksie.com/Kess |
| Country: | Sweden |
| Favorite book: | Unlocked by Karen Kingsbury |
| Member Since: | Jan 31, 2013 |
Novel by Kess
Posted: Mar 2, 2013
This is the true story of my Childhood, and the...
Tags:friends, adventure, africa, russia, family, st, missionary, missionaries, congo, petersburg
Novel by Kess
Posted: May 23, 2013
A girl left with no hope of survival, is dumped in the...
Novel by Kess
Posted: Mar 2, 2013
This is the true story of my Childhood, and the...
Novel by Kess
Posted: Feb 6, 2013
I had troubles adding chapters to my Novel Dear Kathy for...
Book by Kess
Posted: Jan 31, 2013
19 year old Kathy has just graduated and it's time to go...
I have moved to Sweden in 2009 from Africa D.R. Congo aaand this is the street I live on and my family's house XD
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Now this is in the summer, in the winter our little village looks like this-

I have always enjoyed writing stories, when I write I take true stories that I get from friends and combine it with fiction. I also write fictional stories that are combined with my own personal experiences I get in daily life.
I am a 17 year old girl and my dream is to become a documentarist and film inside of D.R.Congo as well as other parts of Africa. I am currently studying in a college prep school, and I am working with filming and manuscripting.
I know my grammar can be rather off when I write. So you don't have to point that out, it would actually help if I could be shown WHERE I was off. Since I have not had any REAL english lessons since 7th grade I am far behind with that, and I live in Sweden now so trying to improving my english and writing is difficult. In saying so, I would very much appreciate it if some of you might be able to help me with that so I could have a chance to improve my grammar. :)
So ya...anyway...the awesomest thing I've ever heard?-
Steady tears fall, yet no one hears my silent call.
A desperate call for comfort, in all the pain and hurt.
Who is to say someone will come running? Yet who is to say that I am nothing.
One will come when I call, whenever I may fall.
NoI I am never alone, and His name will always be known.
As long as I take breath and know not death,
I shall sing, to the all mighty King.
He who teaches of love, and He who lives up above.
Praise be to the King, to him I shall sing.
Praise be to the Father of Love who loves me, who wipes my tears and lets me see.
Praise be to He who made me free. ^.^