Laden Stories

Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want Good, good Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah

MC Bin Laden

Please only read from the chapter 'Come Back, Childhood!' and onwards

Dakota Laden one shots

I was bullied since year 6 I am now in year 8. I'm the the best looking girl going. But I'm not the worst. But why do you think you have the right to make someone's life hell. Well when you call people names you make them lower with there

Carrie knew the terror of September 11th was approaching almost a year before it happened. But who would listen? and.... Who wanted her silenced? "March 1, 2001- The news on Bush bombing Iraq did not stay in the media very long. I find that a little strange. In fact, it disappeared a little too quickly. It was in and out the same week. Why are we not questioning that a newly elected President is bombing Iraq after being in office only six weeks? Honestly, it is like, ‘daddy’s son getting revenge’. He is getting revenge on Saddam for trying to kill his dad AND using our resources!? Oh, great. Am I the only one seeing this insanity?"

"Wait, Lacie, you like me?" Mason said laughing at me. "NO!" I screamed and tried pulling away from him "Oh yes you do look at your face!" he said as he pointed at me. "Stop jackass." I said ~ Well this is Lacie she's the most shy, timid, and down-to-earth, and this is Mason he's popular, egotistic, a notorious playboy, and why not add in an ass-hole; theres just one thing he's Lacie's bestfriend's brother. She's had a crush on him as long as she can remember. No one knows about the 'oh-you-know-I-like-my-bestfriend's brother' thing not even Maddison, Lace's BFF. Should she confess her love to him and go on the roller coaster he calls 'LIFE'. All this will bring is Heartbreaks, Hate, New Friendships, Rivalries, and maybe the word 'LOVE'? READ TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS WITH MY BESTFRIEND'S BROTHER COMMENT VOTE SHARE PLEASE HELP ME GET THIS BOOK OUT THERE! LOVE YOU ALL :* started: August 29, 2014 ended: November 16, 2014

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Zero Hour follows Jason Daniels, a military operative who finds himself in the middle of the War On Terror ever since 9/11.

Up close, Osama bin Laden was even more mysterious than on screen. The two interviewees had seen him only a few times, and that was only for several years in Pakistan, where he often went for treatment. Suffering from an incurable illness, he could not do without a hospital facility for a few days. The Americans had long played on this sensitive chord without ever managing to corner him. - The White House is a huge building. At this, Mullah Omar's single eye blinked. And he frowned, looking more and more like Rasputin. He became angry: - No matter how vast it may be, the White House is our primary objective. One day or another, we will reach it, with fire and blood. Like those sinners did when they bombed Baghdad. With fire and blood. Unanimously, everyone nodded in agreement. Osama bin Laden was encouraged. He continued. - If we have to start over a thousand times, we will. If we don't achieve this goal, our fight will have been in vain. The man with the black headband added. - We are also considering temporarily abandoning other fronts to devote ourselves exclusively to this ambitious project. This way, our voice will be heard throughout the world. ASSAULT ON THE WHITE HOUSE

This is a poem I wrote back in 2011 as an undergraduate for my Creative Writing module. This was the first piece I wrote in the style of Carol Ann Duffy's collection, "The World's Wife."

13 year old Alex Sades is trapped down in a cave after the great World War X, the war that destroyed the Earth. All countries were involved. None were neutral. Alex was hit by a glass arrow that glided straight through his ribs. He passed out, And awoke in a cave. He heard voices. "America is finished." And, "Now we attack Mexico and Canada. Split the troops. This will be easy.". He was filled to the brim with anger. He wants to explode his fiery and kill them both. But he couldn't move. His left hand. It was chained to a hardened dirt wall, probably 10 feet deep. He sat up and saw the men. One was around 20. The other was around 40 or 50. He recognized both immediately. How could this be- the rumors, the legend, they are true? He didn't want to believe it. But he had to. Osama Bin Laden is still alive.

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