Cochran Legacy (I Remember The Cochran Circus)

Cochran Legacy (I Remember The Cochran Circus)

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This is not a story of my life, my kidddnapping, trauma and my family's pain. This is our story and OUR legacy. This is our home. We are a dying breed that can not be duplicated and we must stick together in order to inform people, bring joy & smiles upon them & all who join them on the opening nights of the one, the biggest, the only, The Carnival Of Glass by The Cochran Circus. We may have been burnt, beaten & broken, but we still have fragments & the ink in our veins with blood of love, support & dreams, is thick. It leaves a lasting scripture among the people who we brought laughter & happiness to. The very ones who turned our home to ash, while we fought to offer a means of relief...of sanctuary like what my Father & his father before him built for those we cherish & love. A haven for all to step out of their duties, pain & obligations during a year of War. This isn't my story. This isn't my parent's story, this is the story of a home being built, destroyed & desperate to stand again. A well-oiled machine crucial to the War Effort & an ancient machine that of which cannot function with a missing part: a child, the next generation & the sole owner's only child & with him, his love's daughter. **** Telling my story, our story through art & poetry to raise awareness, teach people, share wisdom & my experiences so that we may bring the ones who destroyed, hurt & separated my family... kidnapped me from the only home I've ever known to justice. This awareness will expose those people & help me return home to my family, my purpose & my legacy with my Mother & Father. Help me so I may spread the word that there is so much more out there, there's more to every thing than meets the eye, there's no such thing as coincidences only connection & the universe is full of things unknown, unseen, unexplained, inexplicable, unheard & unexperienced that we fear to explore due to fear of the unknown and as my Father says: "the unexpected".
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(Bfflad- Best friends for life and death) Dear Reader, Let's start at the beginning shall we? I died. Oh no, not one of these stories again where someone angelic and heroic saves the damsel in distress. If only I was that lucky. My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped working, my soul began to lift away... And then I was saved by a beautiful man with a kind heart and sparkles sprinkled around his head in a golden halo. A cunning, dazzling smile etched his angled features and his hair lay perfectly on his head like...black, sinful layers of pure cynical distrusting evil. Evil that was just waiting to onset a innocent girl as myself and allow her a short amount of time of happiness, and then finish her off when she became older. I'll give you a hint. The beginning of that description was slightly exaggerated. The Angel of Death. One of the only creatures known that was capable of settling the boundaries of heaven on earth. The only creature capable of making one of the Devil's darkest deals to my loving mother; a second chance for her daughter. This comes with consequences of course. Everything you know about Death is wrong. Death is not natural, Death is not normal, Death is not doleful, and Death is far from mercenary. Death blends into the shadows like coal against the most atramentous sky. Death walks the earth with his cursed, monstrous and exotic features, his enticing voice and betraying alluring eyes. Death deceives, scratches, and plays with your mind, until you slowly and painfully loose your grip on reality. He'll make you believe he's a different person, that there's a sliver hope for him. Hope for you. Death is close. Forever and always, Faith Williams ************ DIMBFF FAN CLUB ON FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1605057011183.80718.1378871754&type=1#!/groups/308207282529485/ **** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

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