Protectourchildren Stories

A short vignette about child abduction.

Part of the Past Live's category of my works. This is a true story of how a 12 year old girl was attacked by what modern cultures tolerate. People unknowingly glorify s3x, k!lling, su!icide, drama, negativity, and so on. Inspired by David Goggin's Can't Hurt Me Book. "Judge it man, judge it." People do not see that children within the last 3 generations are turning into zombies and are exposed to all sorts of garbage that destroys them. Terrible actors have allowed pedoph!les to be seen as normal- no one questions them when they enter a bathroom not for them or when they demand from entitlment to have the opportunity to attack a child- especially online. Children, young teens, young adults, and parents this is for you. If you've been hurt or want to see another window into a small section of the carnivorous evil that's broken into your home. Here's you a real maddening story of how this girl's mind became p3rverted with wild fantasies and developed f3tishes and believed she was a transgender boy, trapped in a female's body. Will you allow your children to build themselves In life upon lies? Will you scour through social media to see what truly is hunting your family and their sanity? This is Not another #MeToo story, as the main character of this Refuses to be a victim and instead turns her chains into a workout to become stronger. Following Christ's lead to bear life, its suffering, its responsibilities, and other's burdens, by picking up her cross and walking with the guidance of his footsteps. Thanks be to God for his glory and mercy. And yes I made this cover myself 😎

Dear Readers, The poem you are about to read, A Duty To Speak, is incredibly close to my heart because it is born entirely from a true experience. One evening, after finishing my shift at Barter Books-the lovely café nestled inside the old converted Victorian railway station-I stepped out to catch my usual bus home. What should have been a routine journey turned into an evening I will never forget. While waiting at the station, I witnessed a vulnerable young schoolboy being subjected to deeply uncomfortable and inappropriate behavior by a heavily intoxicated woman. What shocked and distressed me just as much as her actions was the reaction of those around us-the bystanders who chose to look away, and even those who laughed. I knew I couldn't just stand by. Thanks to a brilliant, furious bus driver who understood the gravity of the situation, we managed to intervene and get the boy to safety. I wrote this poem to process that night, but more importantly, to give a voice to that quiet schoolboy and to highlight a vital truth: we all have a responsibility to look out for one another. I hope it resonates with you and serves as a gentle reminder of why we must never choose silence when someone is in need of help. Thank you, as always, for reading. Warmest wishes, Gemma