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A story about sibling rivalry and brothers doing what they do best: fighting.
No child should ever grow up in a home like this.
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This story is about how I use my writing skill ability to make a final-ditch effort to attempt to communicate with those pig-headed, stubborn, obstinate individuals who won't sit still long enough to debate and discuss critical, important problem issues going on in our relationship. The characters involved are my son and daughter; my music mentor, next door neighbor and my personal electrician. The names of the actual characters involved have been changed to avoid embarrassment, humiliation and shame.
Scarlett had the perfect life. she was happy. she had a mom a dad and a twin sister. when they adopt Ayden she try's to help him, but doesn't even know where to start. they end up falling for each other. her favorite place is his bed. Where she gave herself to him, and where He gave Himself to her. After Ayden gives Scarlett a ring he gets into a car accident that kills him, her sister and her mom.
her world is ripped apart. she's numb about her mom and sister how should her feel? her dad begins to beat and rape her. she develops a eating disorder and begins to cut herself. she moves with her older brother and meets Eli, a kid that has recovered and helps other kids. she listens to his story, and even though she knows it's wrong, they fall in love.
A true story.
It's a love story of retired bank executive.When he was a middle aged holding responsible position in the bank, suddenly lost his wife and became a widower. One of his colleagues a lady was a widow and both developed intimacy and decided to marry. But the fate was different. She got transfer to far off place and he was promoted and sent to head office. Both did not meet for a long time. In the meantime, he married with another woman with the consent of his grownup son. One day, he along with his new wife went to picnic with few friends. To his astonishment,after a gap of 15 years, he met the same widow in the park.Both recollected the past happenings and holding hands observed by his wife. Tussle started between the ladies. He could not convince both. Thereafter, the widow left the place with heavy heart. After a fortnight, he came to know that the widow took extreme step of suicide. The story ends with tragedy.
A loving look at how a small toy can mean the world to a child. Also a look at how this child will never grow out of hers
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to die? Have you ever wanted to just shoot the gun once, pull the trigger, curious about the pain? I have, but thats not the only reason I shot the gun. Many factors played a roll in my attempt at suicide.
My best friend is just like any other typical Indian girl. She had a past that may everybody had forgotten but she and I can never forget it.
For more than three decades, Rosie Thomas has enthralled readers around the world. Now, in The Kashmir Shawl, her most ambitious book yet, Thomas sweeps through time and place, and her readers will discover in this novel a captivating, romantic epic--an irresistible story of enduring love and memory.
It is the eve of 1941 and World War II is engulfing the globe. Newlywed Nerys Watkins leaves rural Britain to accompany her husband on a missionary posting to India, but when he leaves her in the exotic lakeside of Srinagar to take on a complicated mission elsewhere, she discovers a new world. Here, in the heart of Kashmir, the British dance, flirt, and gossip against the backdrop of war and Nerys soon becomes caught up in a dangerous liaison. By the time she is reunited with her husband, she is a very different woman. .
Years later, Nery’s granddaughter Mair Ellis clears out her dead father’s house and finds an exquisite shawl--a kaleidoscope of silvery blues and greens. Wrapped in the folds of this delicate object is a lock of a child’s curly hair. With nothing else to go on, Mair decides to trace her roots back to Kashmir, embarking on a quest that will change her own life forever. .