this story is about a old man who meets a young boy in a shelter after conversing with each other they become friends after the old man finds out from the boy that the is the old mans friends son . this starts the bond of friendship between them both which continues on for four years the bond becomes a father and son relationship as the old man father's the boy but towards the end of story the wall that breaks them apart is sad for the old man and happy for the boy. true story .
The story is about the beginnings of The Dark Menace, a trickster villain that loves the game of Life and Death. The beginnings began from the peak of his prodigal youth, to the downfall of his humanity. Where his love for the only person who ever loved him caused him despair. And that despair manifests itself into many things.
"The painting was hung up in the center of the sitting room, where it could be seen from the front door. Everyday when they had come home from work they are reminded of their youth.
As months and years go by quickly, their marriage had reached a climax. Now working as a manager for the dealership, Lucas treated Amber like a trainer to a spoiled puppy. Cruise trips and plane rides became so common that they decided to buy a yacht and sail off into the Great Lakes during the beautiful summer.
Little did they know about the painting."
Thank you for you reading. My name is Saadi, I’m a 26 year old Iraqi living. After many years, I am ready to share my story with you. This is a story of how I came to understand that I am bisexual.
I will start with my childhood:
I was born in Iraq in 1990, just before the Kuwait war. Not long after, several other countries started war against Iraq. My family left the city looking for refuge to protect ourselves from the violence. They chose a city closer to Iran.
I was just a few months old when we left and there were limited food supplies. After that, the USA and other countries decided to punish Saddam Hussain through an economic blockade. After the end of the war, my family returned to our city. I don’t remember the first war, however I remember my parents’ stories about this period as a simple time when people were friendly and kind. They shared food and we played simple games. There were no electronic games at that time. On the other hand, the economic situation was really terrible. Most homes lacked basic equipment such as a fridge, air conditioning, and a television. Most families were poor because of the government or the economic blockade.
When I was 6 years old. I began primary school at a school near my house where my mother taught. I joined a school for both genders, which is uncommon in Iraq where education is usually separated by gender from the first until the 12th class.
We were only three boys in the school: Me, Ali, and one other guy. We walked to school together every day. Ali was my closest friend. After a while my mother was kicked out of the school by order from the Ba’ath Party. My mother made a comment about Saddam Hussain and the headmaster was a member in Al Ba’ath party, so a report was written about my mum accusing her of disrespecting the Arab national leader (Saddam Hussain) and, because my mum is Kurdish, they wrote that her loyalty…
I'm always awake at three in the morning. Watching that horror movie at midnight was stupid on my part, but I drank too much water and have to go to the bathroom. Downstairs. In the dark.
I can do this. The darkness doesn't scare me. I'm sixteen. I'm an adult now. But the noises? The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs - that scares me.
What will a teenage boy do should he be talented enough to have a secret identity as a notorious hacker? This is the situation of Kill Croses, who had been keeping this deadly secret from all of his friends and families. However, the game turns on him once Kill realizes that he wasn't the only one keeping secrets...