Истории Childlabour

As a 9 year old boy, Emir had to work in a mineshaft managed by lunatics. Having his childhood destroyed as a victim of child labour, only hate and rage fabricated his soul. After escaping from the prison with no family nor friends, he vows to not let any child suffer the same fate ever again. Will his volition and methods save the children from the suffering?

This book is a compilation of poems written by the author from her childhood to the present.

Sweet Bitterness tells the powerful story of Dara, a village girl lured to the city by promises of a better life, only to be trapped in abuse and silence. But when she discovers the power of words, everything changes. Heartbreaking, hopeful, and unforgettable.

Crowywowy has been missing for ages now. His best friends, Kniezel and Josiah, worry for their sweet Swedish friend. Where could he be? Is he okay? When is he coming back? Can he even... come back still? They'll do anything to bring him back, find their friend again and let him live out the rest of his days freely, happily. Preferably on the English server, together with them. They're determined to make sure he's okay after his sudden disappearance. Will Crowywowy be safely returned to his best friends...? Only time can tell. A fanfic inspired by real life events. This is based in Sweden and Momio. Kind of crackfic taken seriously. Crowywowy is a crow headcanon.

A story of a brother and sister who work in a factory all day long, but one day get an offer to travel to another country. They take it and run away from home. This gives them hope, that one day, they will also live a happy life. *This is a made up story based off of my knowledge and some google searches, a life of a person in Nigeria could look completely different.*

Lucia Bellerose knew this wasn't fair. But she couldn't do anything about it, could she? SHORT HISTORICAL FICTION

Special thanks to @UrwaKadri. (COMPLETED) We loved to go to school, but feared the worst: We could be pulled out anytime. My brother kept sleeping in each class because he never got proper sleep. Now, since Mother was bedridden, the whole responsibility of caretaking went to my eldest sister. Nineth grade was no cake walk for any student and we all knew that very well. Seeing the gifts my classmates got made my heart sink. Even we loved gifts. But the reality couldn't change. We wished so many things, but Fate had different plans. Which child loves to work in factories? I never remember a day playing without fear. The 'free time' we got in the mill was the only playtime we had. There was no escape. Even if any of us did, all would get punished. Was it our fault? We were never destined to become this. No child working here surely, never dreamed of ever coming here. We all saw dreams of freedom. Me and my siblings were lucky since we went to school. But there were those, amongst us who didn't even know what the word 'school' meant. The unlucky ones. Working there made our child-like minds work like a machine. As if we were programmed beforehand and were sent to perform a duty. Due to our innocence, they controlled us; which I hated. I never liked control. It felt like you are being owned. The curse of child labour is still prevalent in our world. No matter how much we try to destroy it, it still finds new ways to enter into young and innocent children's lives and destroys them completely. Through this story I have tried to highlight the challenges faced by 5 siblings who go through challenges of child labour.

A blend of social history and family farce. From the grim reports of Victorian coal mines to the "Slumdog Millionaire" reality of post-war Britain, this memoir recounts the summer Stuart went to work, the scuffle for his "keep," and the legendary Great Tent Protest.

When the driver takes the turn, you know your done for. Your hands are now apart of the suspicious activities, if not, truths will never reveal. Will she fail to meet standards? Or will she find out about her past that her mom has failed to hide...

Explore how De Beers Group enforces a strict zero-tolerance policy against child labour across its global diamond supply chain. This story highlights the company's commitment to ethical sourcing, community education, and the protection of vulnerable children in mining regions, showing how responsible practices shape the future of the diamond industry.

I sell weird children for a cheap price, not child labour, just helping the community

A Fictionary account of the booming child labor industry in Nigeria.

This poetry ballads are about a very young child who grew up with very less restrictions. As she grew up! Her Restrictions were very tightened up. Will she break them up? Or abode them? Is she going to stand individual or be a slave to her elderly man like any other women in ancient India Enjoy reading

Not all of the children holding balloons, are happy children.😔

Permanent tears stained my face. "We shall run" I trembled on the verge of breaking free. "We shall run..." He repeated shifting on his carpet. I hoisted myself into a sitting position looking out of the chained windows. The visible stars twinkled and shimmered. "One day," I thought "I'll be free.." My eyes scanned the room full of yarn and thread. "One day..." I repeated slowly drifting into a heavy slumber. -------------------------------------------- I breathe the same sadness as an enclosed cheetah. Longing to stretch. Longing to run. I want to feel the rugged dirt beneath my feet and the warm sky above my head. All this is false hope. I am stuck. I am stuck. I am stuck for an eternity.

We follow our characters though a time where humanity is threatened by the very technology they depend heavily on. An private organization build a school {VNA} where children are training to be the world's protection but our main character finds himself between protecting his country or following his mentor and master. As we go on we find another side to him instead of the usually hyper and lively person he usually show, it turns out there is really more to the mask than just a pretty face and wide smile and maybe sometimes we need a mask to be ourselves.

The little girl with dragon wings who works at the dress shop is silent, obedient, and most of all, loyal. She always does all the work asked of her without complaint or question. Nobody sees what's truly inside. Not even her. But one day, she meets a being who does.

Angielle has had a horrific life. At only nine years old, she is a pyrophobic (for reasons that will not be revealed for a while because I am evil) and has some serious PTSD. She has only recently begun living a normal life and still isn't completely accustomed to it. Although this is a very dark story, it is also about the true meaning of family and getting over your fears. I'm not denying the darkness 'cause this is literally THE darkest thing I've ever even thought of. I mean just off the top of my head it literally contains kidnapping, murder, drugs, alcohol, serious child abuse, swearing (it's something I'm writing for my ELA class so it will be censored), and some seriously intense PTSD. Yeah, this story is not for the meek hearted. So yeah, have fun! My inspiration for this story was a combination of three things. The first thing was the little amount of time dedicated to explaining how Griffin got his scar in "Girl Stolen by April Henry" (If you haven't read this book, you should for it is amazing!). The second thing that gave me the idea was the book "Threads by Ami Polonsky" (Also a must read) and the thing that pulled it together was a snippet from the Michael Ketterer (America's Got Talent singer) family backstory. If you are a diehard music lover and book worm like me, you can probably figure this out in an instant, but if you aren't than you should try to figure this out since I won't tell you for a long time. (Here's a hint. The title isn't ironic)