A fish lived on a ground, not in the water she was still living on the ground. She had three children.
Once upon a time, there was a small boy named John he was a boy a very fat boy. John was picked on because of his body weight. He liked eating because he was fat. When people said he was fat, he said that he was big boned. They would call him mean names, names that shouldn't be said for a children's novel. John was sad about these mean comments so he told his mom.
“I’m lost,” The young boy says again, his small, quiet voice screaming in my head. Forcing me to listen, I look down at him, his dark brown hair falling just shy of his eyebrows, his bed dress a grey colour, drowning him in the material. And his beautiful lapis-lazuli eyes gazing at me with hope. I look away in shame and close my eyes tight to block out the image that is before me. I hold back tears with all my strength, not wanting to show the young one my guilt. As I look back to him, all I see is the edge of the cliff. I turn sharply and see the boy standing behind me, he coughs and I fly backwards off of the edge.
This is a story of a little girl who was unwanted from the time her mother found out she was pregnant. It was first thought this precious little girl was a tumor in her mother’s stomach, her mother rushed to the hospital to have an X-ray done to determine just what was going on inside her body. After the X-Ray Dorothy anxiously awaited the results of her test, as the doctor came into the room, grinning with relief, believing that he had great news.
The "Magic" of Christmas
....This is a tough one...
It is supposed to be peaceful in the dark, so why is it hard for me to fall asleep? As I lay with open eyes trying to see in this cavernous space, I am left with a feeling of despair. An emotion no nine year old should ever endure.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Kayla and a girl named Bria. They both were sisters and had an amazing life until one day a big storm came and they got separated from each other. Bria ended up in New York and Kayla ended up in Florida, and they both worked really hard to make a living and hope that one day they will see each other again for a good cause. Or will it be? Here starts the story about Kayla and Bria.
It was a warm Wednesday Summer’s Eve in Asbury Park, everyone was content. The Tourists were out enjoying the local shops and restaurants along with the young adults from the next town over who are home from College to visit their family and friends; they are from a prominent community mostly Doctors, Lawyers and Business people. They usually never had to face hardship, they had enough money and political power to be able to make any inconvenience disappear so they can enjoy the good times their families embrace. It was the perfect place to come from and to raise a family, this brings us to our proud heroine Jackie.
I was 12 years old when I ran away from home, at first, finding refuge at homes where I befriended older people locally and, eventually, hitchhiking across the United States for nearly 2 years. I remember the moment I chose to leave. It felt like a do or die situation and I often ponder what my life would be like had I not made the decision to leave. I know now that Everything Happens For A Reason!!!
9:00 AM. I wake up from the voice outside my room, “Raani, bring two more slices of bread in the dining area”
Last names are an interesting thing. Everyone has one and you really have no say in what it is. You use your last name for reservations, work paperwork, and really in every aspect of your life. You are either born with your given last name or married into it and at that point most people just accept their last name. You could legally change it, but who really wants to go through the process.