Savethechildren Stories

I usually write stories for other people. Brave people who needed a voice. People who wanted to be heard about their own horrific and personal injustices. I wanted to show them same people my story. It is Graphic, raw and triggering. It took three years of therapy. One stolen draft and a lot of tears. This is me. This is my story.

Abuse is an issue often whispered about in corners, or hidden behind through romantic movies and music. Depicted as the new normal, very few stand against it. This month we step out out of the shadows and we shine light on this topic that often leaves us with few words to say. As we leave behind 2016 and enter into the new year. We uncover ways to deal with abuse and how to speak out. We will nolonger stand in shame but we will step out from the confines of society.

What Do We Do To Save The Children? Do We Hear Their Voices? Their Cries For Help?

Taking a deep dive to explore overwhelming issues- the inevitable reality check and an attempt to allow flowers to bloom from the ashes with a rather twisted sense of humor. ( Yes, Poetry is rife and spirituality is an overpowering theme so if it's not particularly your scene, don't even bother. No, of course this is not me trying to use reverse psychology to get you to read this . *Inserts Evil Laugh Here* )

❝People came and went in the other studios, but studio five remained occupied, music trickling gently from the crack in the door. Inside, June forgot there was anyone else in the building. After a certain point, she forgot there was a world at all. The universe became her image in the mirror and the throbbing hurt in her ankle, her head, her lungs, and the swell of the music thrumming under her feet. Sweet drops of relief, the momentary weightlessness of lifting onto the toe of her point shoe. The soaring sensation of fouette turns, air stirring beneath her. Pain pulsed in her fingertips and raced up through her neck. But that was it. That was what she needed. She gritted her teeth and kept going. ❞ Cover by @sufferingly

Lorenzo è un volontario di un'organizzazione di assistenza Italiana, nei paesi sotto sviluppati, che parte per portare un'autoambulanza al Campo che è in Sierra Leone, gestito dall'associazione per l'assistenza ai bambini della zona. Il racconto si snoda sulle sensazioni e sulle avventure che il volontario deve affrontare una volta giunto sul posto. Ogni riferimento a fatti e persone è puramente casuale.

In the story we highlighted some challenges a child growing in Africa harness while grooming up

Save The Fruit Pickers To the tune of Amoreena from the Tumbleweed Connection Album by Elton John

Just some thoughts and emotions I have about the world. It's really just me wanting peace.

We all need us. Everybody in this world needs somebody else, specially the children. The future of our mankind is in danger, everyday and everywhere. But don't let them fail anymore.

Highest Rank: #26 wattpadprize14 For Syria, it's people and the destruction they have endured. For children all around the world, who are mistreated and underrated. For every tragedy. For all the pain and suffering. This is a collection of short stories about the different struggles and tragedies many people must endure everyday. "Don't let the pain frighten you, let it drive you to success." -N.S

So, remembering it makes me even more desperate to return to Dale Woods- the place I was born, the place where everything happened that changed my life. It was 3 years ago; I had a friend named, Elliot Disclamer: NOT EDITED. i wrote this when I was 15 so please bear that in mind while you proceed.;)