Ambitions (Part 1?)_Drip, Drip_Kadeeja Manzil_I AM AN AMAZING CHILD
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Ambitions (Part 1?)
Power.Cunning.Resourcefulness.Those were the words that described my family’s life. My name is Jake Lawrenson, and my family is a part of FEAR. Now, you might be thinking “What does FEAR mean?” Well, it means “Federation of Arsonists.”My parents and grandparents are all a part of this group. They go around the world, setting fires to buildings, in exchange for money.FEAR also had a school, called SCAR, or “School of Arsonists.”SCAR’s job was to train cadets in incendiarism, or as my father calls it, “The wonderful art of arson.” SCAR is located somewhere near the Bahamas. At least, that’s what...
Drip, Drip
Trigger warnings: self-harm, suicidal thoughtsAching, afraid, alone. The emotions? They’ve always been there. The thoughts? I'm more thanwww.onedoor.cc used to it. But the actions? They’ve only begun. Drip, drip. ***** It stands there, so innocent, so peaceful, away from the hands of the immoral. Tall and impressive, unassuming, and naive. I've heard others calling it a beautiful work of art, and I have to agree. Vibrant, lush greens mixed with soft, gentle blues to create a stunning masterpiece. People would never believe it to be a dangerous, evil weapon, guilty of criminal deeds. I once assumed the same...
Kadeeja Manzil
It had been twenty-four years since she had last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Kadeeja stood on the veranda and looked at the pale golden name plate on which was inscribed ‘1920’. Underneath was the name ‘Kadeeja Manzil’. Slowly she walked in through the huge wooden doors bound with great iron bars. The high ceilinged rooms, the ornate metal fans, the embroidered tapestry on the wall with scenes of fantastic tales, the colored glass panes and the floor of red oxide spoke of a bygone era. Her father Ibrahim had bought the old mansion when she was four years old. In southern Ke...
I AM AN AMAZING CHILD
I AM AN AMAZING CHILD”========================== A children's book written exclusively for grown-ups ora grown-ups' book written exclusively for children....you decide! ========== by grandma geny heywood The story I am about to tell you should be challenging for you to discuss with your friends and your family. It is about how you might like to talk about death to children. I write about this view because I experienced the subject matter when I was a very young child and sort of understood, or I should say, I accepted, the fact that some little children do leave us and go to a mysterious plac...