This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to send troops to Ukraine in order to help the Ukrainian people as they fight for freedom.

This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to increase support to Ukraine so that the people can fight off colonization. Please send a letter as well, in your own words or using this letter as a template.

This is a letter I wrote to the Canadian Government for Have a Heart Day 2024. I am asking the government to stop discriminating against First Nations children, to stop giving them inadequate services, education, and support, to stop treating them unequally compared to non-Indigenous children, and to stop taking them away from their loving families. I really hope that you read my letter and that you either copy paste it or write your own, and email the Canadian government yourself.

This Is a story about the trauma and abuse that suffered through the years and how i overcame it.

This is my childhood. Some of this is pretty extreme, but not all of it.  If you want to know more, ask and I'll answer anything.

Depur wants to take the very bedrock of a young child. But Ekkreth will not let him.

---This story takes places in the Tatooine Soave Culture and religion that Fialleril created. Fialleril's can be found on Archive Of Our Own and Tumblr.

I watch over her. I feel her pain with her. I feel all the many injustices done to her. And I wish I could intervene. I wish I could intervene but ever since my powers became depleted, this is all I can do.

The child is away from her true family. And she is in a family that treats her like a thing. Treats her like a tool to be used and a service to be exploited. She keeps all the hurt and the suffering and the hopelessness she feels inside. She’s far, far too young to be this hopeless. No-one deserves to be this hopeless.

What she doesn’t know though is that she is the embodiment of hope itself.

I know I've already typed up two other stories about Pennywise an female Pennywise, but I keep thinking up new stories. And I wanted to type this one up.

Beverly Phillipson was supposedly born in Bangor, Maine. She lives in hell every day of her life. Then, two weeks before she witnesses her mother's death, her mother tells her, "You are a very special child." Then, just moments before her mother's death, her mother tells her, "Revenge is in your bloodline." These words haunt her for so long. Then, one day, she finds out that she's moving and ends up moving to Derry, Maine. After moving to Derry, Maine, secrets and hidden lies unfold and she starts to understand the last five words her mother told her.

Will she fail or will she get the revenge she's always deserved?

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.

Listen, children, here is the story of the first winter.

Once upon a time long long ago, before the lines between gods and mortals became clear, there was a little girl. This little girl was cast out by her family, by her community, by all the people of that time.  But the plants and the beasts and the sky and the stars saw her. And they saw that she was a child. And they resolved that they would bring her out of her sorrow.

---This is a story I made up it's not a folktale or something.​​​​​​​———

This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

Why did they take her from me? Why did they put me in this strange place where everything is so big and shiny and I'm surrounded by all these strange people who took me from my mother?

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This story is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

A young mother knows that the people who control her land will take her baby from her.

This is what happens to children sometimes. The rich and powerful need a new slave that they can bend and mold to their will sometimes, one they can keep in the intimate confines of their mansions. And it's so easy to break a child if you raise said child.

She knows that her baby will grow up not knowing the stories and songs and anger and laughter of the people in the fields and factories and mines.

Before she has to say goodbye forever though, she can give the child something important.

A piece of her history, a bit of strength.———

This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.