Childrenlove Stories

1. I was 12 when i wrote this. 2. This is a nanny mcphee fanfic and it holds a place in my heart forever Join Nanny McPhee and her young daughter y/n on there journeys with Mr. Brown and his chaotic 7 children , however one of them seems to find an interest in young y/n.

Welcome First thing first, thank you for wanting to read this poem. This story is about my mama, if anyone out there knows how much our mama go true. Well Is very hard to understand. Only if you were rise by a single mama. The sacrifice our mama does need to be appreciated more every day. Mama Queen's love is unmeasurable. Hope you will enjoy this poem and turn around to your mama and say thank you, mama. For the life Enjoy

Crenny...but it's cute? idk this use to be a oneshot book but I liked the crenny one I did so I wanted to just make it a crenny book cover art belongs to me. you can use it if you like I don't really mind. all art in book will be mine because I know how people hate when Arthurs don't credit the artist and I can't do that because I get the pictures off of Google cause I don't have Pinterest or any of those things so yeah (also I know I said because a lot in that sentence lol) South Park doesn't belong to me it belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Also contains swearing.

"I'll collect your tears in a tar black jar, just as black as your soul, I will not throw it from my 10 stories high apartment to be shattered into a million piece nor will I toss your precious tears in the ocean, but I will keep them close to me, use it whenever to bait my internal self and if it can't water plants and nourish living things, I'll use it to feed my ferocious revenge. You've disgraced my respect and conspired against me, mocked at my personality and scorned me with yours, thwarted my race everytime I cried and showed emotions to you, my eccentric, bewitched, full of grudge and unrelenting beast, you turned my propriety against me, heated and riled my privilege out of me, and what's the reason of this? Because you're an unsophisticated hardly-preceiving-life human being? Or because I'm a cathartic teenage girl who can't keep her intimacy and crude fundamental feelings inside? Please tell me and enlighten my life, don't I have two eyes like yours? Alienation inside me and seeking for I love you's? Doesn't summer warm me up and winter make my upper and lower teeth make the sound of tick tock? When I get pricked with a pin upon my skin, doesn't my blood stream out? Don't diseases attack my cells and medicines try their best to shield them? Doesn't my body get doomed when poison dissolves into its system? I beg your pardon interpret all of this to me and enlighten my world with your perceives please, trust me I'm able to forgive more than my counterparts are but you should seek my pardon, you can become my torchbearer in a masquerade, my companion in a portrait, my every successful stride towards great parades, you should reinforce my walls and undermine my fears, pick up my gems and hastily agonize my piled up absurd deeds, before I villainy treat you as ferociously as I was taught from you to, and believe me you'll be rejoiced if you could force me submit to you with your crystal ways and let me outdo what you, my teacher, taught me to."

IT IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED IF YOU GIVE FEEDBACKS, IT WON'T BE TAKEN LIGHTLY.

This is not a story. This is my story. My story of love, of stress, and those moments of happiness. This isn't going to be an intense love novel like the notebook with kissing in the rain and stuff, but it's my story. I'm still a child, but I know what love is. I will write my story as my relationship goes along. I really hope you like my story ❤️ -Kem