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The Man Who Took My Parents Away Forever – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time there lived a little boy named Francis. He was a nice Christian kid and was blessed to belong to a wonderful and loving Christian family. He loved spending time with his parents and they loved spending time with him.

One day, Francis was returning with his parents from a fun evening service at church when a drunk driver appeared out of nowhere and drove his car right into their car.

A few days later, Francis was confined to a wheel chair and his parents where dead. The doctor had said that Francis would never walk again.

Now, Francis shed tears at his parents funeral as he saw their coffins being lowered into the ground beside each other.

Francis’ heart was full of anger, hatred and bitterness. He hated the man who was responsible for this. He wished that all the pain in the world would just leave whatever they were doing and some how travel to that evil man in his jail cell and just pay him a visit: a permanent visit, so that he would know greater pain than any man had even known for the rest of his life.

Francis’ was now living with his Aunt and Uncle who had a little baby daughter of their own but they loved Francis just as if they had conceived him themselves.

Over time Francis’ Uncle and Aunt discovered that Francis was full of bitterness and unforgiveness. He wasn’t going to forgive the man responsible for taking his parents away.

Months had passed since his parents where taken away but he still wasn’t letting go of his hate and anger. He would occasionally talk about the man who took his parents away from him in a very very scary light. He would write poems on little pieces of paper of how badly he wished that the person who took his parents away was hurt, and his Aunty and Uncle would see these poems lying around.

Francis’ Uncle and Aunt were also hurt by what the man who took away Francis’ parents did but the feelings of Francis towards this man was now getting out of hand. It was getting dangerously close to turning into something else that was almost evil in itself.

Francis’ Uncle and Aunt worried about him and started gradually talking to him about forgiveness and letting go of hurt and pain and bitterness.

No matter what Francis’ Uncle and Aunt said to him he still remained cold and bitter. He was a good boy and obeyed them and listened to them in any other matter, but in this one thing he said No! and he never was going to say Yes! that he would forgive the man who took his parents away. Francis was still in his wheel chair and anytime he so much as saw the wheel chair he was reminded of what was stolen from him.

Francis’ Uncle and Aunt started praying for him because his anger was getting too much. It kept getting even worse everyday.

Francis soon received an apology letter that the man who took his parents away sent to him from prison but Francis tore it up immediately.

Francis’ Uncle and Aunt knew about the letter so they started talking to him more about the danger of not letting go when people hurt us. They told him how toxic hatred can be, but Francis still refused to let go.

Francis believed in miracles. He believed that God could heal him therefore he prayed everyday that God would heal him even though the doctor said that he would never walk again.

One day, while reading the bible; God began to speak with Francis. He explained to him that he has to forgive others their tresspasses if he wants his own trespasses against God to not be held against him.

God spoke to Francis for hours.

Francis later decided to forgive and he let go of all his hate for the man who took his parents away. That day, as Francis later prayed as he always has that God would heal him; Francis got healed and got out of his wheelchair. He walked for the first time since the accident. It was then Francis discovered and was convinced of the fact that hatred, bitterness or anger are truly poison and truly toxic. They were what were keeping his miracle at bay from him.

THE END.

Those Who Tell White Lies End Up In A White Hell – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time, in a nice home in the suburbs; Cynthia’s Mum spun around in her new dress in front of 11 years old Cynthia and asked, “So, what do you think of my new dress. Isn’t it just Lovely?”

“Er.. Yes! it is it.” Cynthia answered.

“Isn’t the design simply marvelous?”

“Yes it is”, Cynthia answered again. Cynthia could see the really big stain behind the dress. She felt like she should tell her Mum or something, but it wasn’t anything that a little soap and water couldn’t wash off so she figured that there was no point in getting her Mum all worried about it and ruining her really joyfully mood. Besides, without the stain; the dress really was lovely.

Cynthia’s Mum went on raving about how beautiful the dress is and Cynthia was always ready to give a supportive word about just how awesome the dress is.

Suddenly, Cynthia’s Mum said; “Oh – My! Look at the time, I have to run out and pick up something to cook lunch from the super market.” Cynthia’s Mum immediately turned to leave Cynthia’s room.

“You mean you are going out right now in that dress?” Cynthia asked with a surprised tone.

“Yes. What’s wrong with the dress? You just said it was lovely a few seconds a ago”, Cynthia’s Mum asked with a shocked expression on her face.

“Nothing is wrong with the dress.” At this point Cynthia felt that she really should tell her Mum. But … “Your dress is really wonderful Mum.”

“Then why don’t you want me to leave the house in this dress?”

“I don’t want you to not leave the house in your dress. I think you should leave the house in your dress. I think your dress is great.”, Cynthia said.

“Ok!” Mum said slowly and with curiosity. Then as she turned to leave, Cynthia got another clear view of the stain on the back of her mother’s dress.

“Mum.”

“What now Cynthia?”, Cynthia’s Mum asked with a hint of exhaustion in her voice as she is turned around to look at her daughter.

Cynthia felt the Holy Ghost telling her it wasn’t too late to tell her mother the truth. It wasn’t too late to save her mother from embarrassment if only she would refuse to lie one more time. “Nothing Mum. I was just wondering if I could come along with you.”

Cynthia’s Mum brightened up. “Of Course you can.”

Minutes later, Cynthia and her Mum where out the front door. Cynthia thought that her Mum was going to use the car but her Mum said that she preferred to walk that the walk would do her legs some good and so would it do Cynthia too who had been in sitting down and reading in her room all day. Cynthia’s Mum also added that walking would give everyone an opportunity to see her beautiful dress.

Cynthia tried to convince her mother to take the car but when her Mum asked her why she was so unusually bent on her taking the car today when it is just a walking distance and Cynthia had to manufacture another lie to cover up her true reason why she wanted her Mum to use the car.

Cynthia couldn’t believe what was happening. One little white lie had triggered a chain of other lies that grew bigger and fatter every time. Cynthia had already begun to observe the strange looks that people where giving her Mum when they saw the large stain on her dress.

All the way to the super market and back that day Cynthia’s Mum kept getting strange looks from many people and whenever Cynthia’s Mum wondered why people where looking at her that way, Cynthia would have to make up another lie to cover up her last lie.

After they had finished shopping and they got back home, Cynthia’s Mum went into the kitchen with all the stuff she had bought, while Cynthia fell into a chair in the living room and started thinking about all that had happened that day. She was glad that it was all over. She had managed to successful cover up every lie she had told. She had managed to save her own skin.

Suddenly, Cynthia figured out that her Mum would want to change into her house clothes before she starts cooking. When she takes off the dress she would certainly see the stain. “Uh – Oh!” Right at that moment Cynthia heard her mother scream her name from Mummy and Daddy’s bedroom so loudly that it felt like the very foundations of the building were shaking.

Uh – Oh! is right. Somebody was in big trouble. And that somebody would get a big spanking.

THE END.

Well Thought Out Choices & Their Opposite – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time in the city of Port harcourt, in a country called Nigeria; there lived a little 12 year old boy named Emeka. His Dad left the country illegally when Emeka was 8 years old. Since then, his Dad had never tried to communicate with Emeka or his Mum ever again. Rumor had it that his Dad married a white woman in America and is building a new life with her.

He never plans to tell her about his wife and kid in Africa because he never plans to return to Africa even if all the most scariest and dangerous people in the world threaten him to.

Emeka and his Mum had managed to live and survive in Port Harcourt. As a matter of fact Emeka’s Mum worked so hard that she had worked her way to the financial middle class. She had learnt that in the rough times you have to rely on God and be rough with the rough times and if you do you would defeat the rough times or at least out last it.

Emeka on the other hand was one of those people who went to church, have been told a lot of important things but happened to walk away with only good morals but not the spirit behind it. Hence, Emeka was a good boy and well principled too but he didn’t have a relationship with God even though he sang praise and worship songs in church on Sundays and in house fellowship bible meetings.

Something good had just happened to Emeka but it wasn’t surprising. Emeka had just won an award for the best poem written in Rivers State in a contest organized by the state government.

The contest was only open to kids, and Emeka had won the price for number one poem. This of cause brought joy to everyone especially Emeka’s Mum.

After the state gave Emeka a glass structure with “1st price winner of the 2011 kiddies poetry contest”, and no money or food at all not even a tangible meat pie, Emeka’s Mum knew that she had to do something tangible for Emeka.

That same day, in the evening, Emeka’s Mum surprised Emeka by giving him a size-able amount of her hard-earned money but at least an amount that she could afford to part with and not something that would prevent them from eating 3 square meals until her next pay cheque.

Emeka was extremely happy to receive it and could hardly contain his joy.

Emeka’s Mum asked him what he was going to use his money to buy. He told her that he was going to buy an iPhone.

His Mum told him that he should do his research and that it is not really advice-able to buy an iPhone in Nigeria right now because it is the first phone that pick pockets pick : it’s the phone of their stealing preference. And another thing is that there has been talk of fake versions of iPhones that are made in people’s backyards in Aba and sold off in Port Harcourt as the real thing and sometimes it’s sold at the price of the real thing.

Emeka’s Mum kept going on, on advising him about buying iPhones in Port Harcourt. She emphasized that he should do more research and learn about the iPhone if he still wanted to buy it. Emeka assumes that because he is younger than his mum, she is Old Skool and so therefore he knows better than her. Besides he has already researched what he’s about to buy, online. He knows enough to know he wants it, why should he do more research like someone who is trying to figure out how to make his own iPhone and start his own technology company?

Emeka started to get angry at his Mum and he told his Mum that she’s old and he’s young therefore he knows what he was doing and she doesn’t. The technology belonged to his generation not hers. The technology was understood by his generation not hers.

Emeka’s Mum was shocked, disappointed and upset because of her son’s rude and heartless comments.

After an hour of more communication between them, Emeka apologized to his Mum but his Mum made him agree that if it turns out that she’s right about it not being wise for him to spend the money on an iPhone without doing all she said, that he would have to scrub the toilet everyday for a month.

The next day, Emeka set out to go to Garrison which is a popular place in Port Harcourt where there are many shops that sell phones, laptops and other computer based items.

On his way to Garrison, Emeka met someone who offered to give him an iPhone for half the market price. Emeka was very happy. This was a blessing from God. Only God can make something this good happen. Determined to take advantage of this opportunity to save money, he buys the iPhone from the person without even reaching Garrison.

When Emeka gets home he happily started unpacking the iPhone from the box. He called out to his Mum to come and see and so his Mum came.

Emeka pulled out the iPhone. It was all shiny and pretty. He pressed the home button on the iPhone and the TV in the living room switched on from stand-by mode. Emeka was shocked. He pressed it again, and the TV switched back off to stand-by mode.

Emeka started sweating and his heart started beating fast. Emeka’s Mum now started frowning. She wasn’t finding it funny.

Emeka pressed the home button on the iPhone again and again but no matter how many times he pressed it, it was the same result. He had only succeeded in buying a remote control that only has one button and at the super-expensive price of half the price of an iPhone.

Now, guess who has to wash the toilet everyday for a month?If only he had listened to his Mum, all this would have been avoided.

THE END.

There Is Still Time – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time in a place called St.Louis, there was a little beautiful girl named Anita.

Her Dad was a banker and her Mum was a writer. They were both God fearing Christians and raised their only daughter, Anita with bible principles.
There was one small problem however. It was that Anita’s grades were slipping. During her first months at her new kindergarten, she had excelled with laurels as she always had. But with time her performance in school just started going downhill.

Anita had a test coming up. She had to be reading. She walked into her beautiful wall-papered room to read. After 3 minutes she got bored and decided to browse the web on her laptop while she was on her bed. One thing led to another and she found herself IM’ing other friends in kindergarten. Before she knew it, four hours had passed.

She heard footsteps on the stairs. It had to be her Mum coming to check on her. She quietly ducked the laptop under her pillow.

Her mum saw her reading when she got to Anita’s bedroom door. She was just so proud of her daughter. Oh! God, she thought, you have blessed me with such a wonderful child. One most parents can only dream of.

Her mum taught it best not to disturb Anita’s reading so she walked away quietly.

Anita had pretended to be so engrossed in the book that anyone would be convinced that she hadn’t noticed her Mum had stood at the door.

Anyway, her Mum had gone back downstairs. Anita was in the clear. She felt a little guilty for what she had done… but Oh! well.

Anita reached for her laptop under her pillow. Everything in her told her that she really needs to be studying, but she shrugged off her feelings. There is still time, she taught. There is tomorrow.

The next day, with the test 2 days away, Anita promised herself as she walked along the school hallway that after school she was going to study and study and study – nothing would stop her – nothing would distract her. She was so caught up in her thinking that she almost ran over Suzie. Suzie didn’t seem to mind. Suzie looked way too happy to mind. She wasn’t best friends with Anita but she was one of those girls who every other girl likes and considers a friend.
Suzie invited Anita to her birthday party which would be held at her house, 30 minutes after school is over that day.

“No thanks, I’ve got to study for the upcoming test,” Anita said.

“Huh! You are always studying. You need to give yourself a break. Everybody knows you would ace that test. You are smart. Besides I only turn 9 once in my life. You just have to be there at my 9th birthday party. You can always read after the party when you get home just like you’ve been doing for the past few days. My party won’t be the same without you. Say you’ill be there.

Pleasseee !!!”, Suzie begged.

Anita knew she should still say, No. However, she didn’t want to seem unkind. She didn’t want to upset a friend. She didn’t want to seem mean. Anita looked down at the floor as if she was weighing her options.

“Okay, I’ill be at your party”, Anita said forcing a smile.

“Wonderful”, Suzie squealed in a pep squad kind of way. Then she went on to invite other girls that were walking through the school hallway.

Anita felt a heaviness in her chest. She could feel the Holy Spirit telling her she made the wrong choice, but she also knew that she would be at that birthday party. There is still time to read later, she hissed to herself.

The party turned out to be splendid. 100% fun. If she didn’t have a test coming up that she wasn’t prepared for, the party would have been totally worth attending and a real shame to miss. Of course, the party took up most of her day, so reading that day was crossed off. Well, there’s still time.

The next day the test was one day away. Anita promised herself that nothing would stop her from reading that day. No birthday invitations, online chatting plans …. No nothing.

When she sat on her bed after school, she opened her book. She was about to read when she heard a loud thud. She quickly ran out of her room to see what it was. As she got to the steps, she saw her mother lying semi-conscious at the foot of the stairs. Mum had fallen down the stairs.

Anita spent most of her day at the hospital.

She had had to call 911, call her Dad, and explain to everyone from the cops to the doctors what had happened.

The next day, her mum thankfully wasn’t in the hospital. She had been discharged. She had a couple of plastered bruises and a big bandage wrapped around her right leg. It was also the day of the test. The test Anita hadn’t prepared for.

During the test, Anita sat in the classroom staring at the ceiling. Oh! she had stared at the question sheet on her desk but it didn’t help either. Now she was biting the end of her pencil.Oh! if only she had known, she would’ve never put off reading for later. If only she had known she would have seized every opportunity she had to read. Now, it was too late for her to prepare for the test.

A thought came to her, it’s not too late to pass the test. If she could only do something she had never done before – something bad – very bad. She could cheat.

In-spite of an emotional debate with the Holy Spirit and with her conscience, she still decided to cheat. But how?

After brain storming, an idea came to her. She could pass Suzie a note asking her to help her but as a form of insurance, she could include a list of all the things she knew Suzie had done that if the teacher found out would put Suzie into big trouble. Threatening to tell if she doesn’t help. Yea! That is sure to work. She won’t fail this test after all.

Anita waited for the right moment when her teacher was not looking and then slipped the note to Suzie. Apparently, her teacher was more cunning than she taught and saw her pass the note to Suzie. She asked for the note and read it out loud to the whole class – the note that contained the list of bad things that Suzie had done in the past – a list that shocked the teacher.

Suzie lost her respect with the teacher as well as with other students. Of course she blamed it on Anita and started to despise her.

Anita too lost her respect and her parents where greatly disappointed. She learnt three things from her embarrassment. First never disobey the Holy Ghost and ignore the promptings of your conscience.

Secondly, never put off something you should do today for tomorrow.
Lastly, never cheat during a test.

THE END.

Will’s Last Crazy Adventure – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time there lived a young teenage boy named Will. In-spite of the fact that his Mum dragged him to church every Sunday, Will never failed to party every Friday night. Every birthday party, teenage party or ‘My parents are out of town party’ had Will in attendance. In fact, if he wasn’t there it wasn’t a party.

One Friday ago, on his way back from a party Will had thrashed his Mum’s car in an accident so bizarre that you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.

Thankfully, no one was hurt but we can’t say the same for the car. His Mum had to spend hundreds of dollars to get it back into shape. She warned him of all the many different things she would do to him if he ever touched her car again. She orally established the fact that it would be better for him to touch a black mamba’s teeth than for him to touch her car.

This Friday, in the afternoon, Will’s Mum who was a super charged single Mum tells Will that he has to stay at home to babysit his little sister.

Mum’s instructions were orders, they weren’t meant to be debated or veto-ed. So Will got the message loud and clear and nodded his head in agreement. It was when Mum left the house that he remembered that it was a Friday. Oh – Men! he would have to stay home on a Friday. Oooh! that hurt Will’s party hungry heart.

As Will stayed at home babysitting by watching TV with his little sister, some friends of his showed up. They inform of an afternoon party they wanted him to be at.

Will tried convincing his friends that he really can’t go to the party, but 10 minutes later he was ready to pick up the keys of the car his Mum told him not to touch and he was heading out the door with his friends.

Will’s little sister blocked him and reminded him that Mum had said that he should say with her and on another note, she really doesn’t want to be left in the house alone.

Will tells his little sister that she shouldn’t worry that she’ll be fine. She’s a big girl now and he knows that she can do it, she just has to believe in herself. Besides, he wouldn’t be too long and he would be back before Mum gets back. It would be their little secret and he would bring her some hot fudge sundae on his way back.

Will’s little sister happily agreed. Even though she did not like the idea of staying home alone, the thought of a hot fudge sundae on that hot afternoon seemed to give her all the strength she needed. Will drove to the party with his friends and as usual he was the life of the party.

About 30 minutes later, Will started to come home before the party had officially finished. He had just bought the hot fudge sundae. He had to drive real fast just to make sure he got home before his Mum. His friends were in the back sit yapping about everything from football to dance moves, just when a police siren begins to blast and they look out of their windows to see they last thing they wanted to see: a police car signaling them to pull over. Will didn’t have a driver’s license and even if he did; he certainly would get a speeding ticket. This was a nightmare.

The police car was driving very slowly and another car intercepted it, for a while getting in-between the police car and the car Will was driving.

Will’s friends tell him that this was his opportunity to make a run for it, that if he’s too far away the cop would forget about it. There was no way the cop would chase him. He was using a faster car and they are pretty sure that the cop is lazy and besides he should have more important things to do like catching real bad guys.
Will doesn’t like the idea. He thinks it’s foolish but he had to look like ‘The Man’ to his friends. Besides, if they were right he would be escaping a whole lot of problems, plus his Mum would never get to find out. Oh! he wanted his friends to be right. “Oh God! let them be right”, Will prayed to God beneath his voice so that his friends won’t hear him.
Will hit it and zoomed off as fast as the car could take him.

Five minutes later, he’s still being chased by police choppers and the chase is filmed from a chopper and aired on a local news station. Will now wonders what in the world made him think that any part of what his friends suggested was a bright idea.

Words cannot express what Will’s mum felt when she saw her son being chased by choppers and police cars on the local news.

5 hours later, after bailing him out of jail, his Mum only grounded him for like the rest of his life, and also, for as long as he’s under her roof he now has the responsibility of baby-sitting for anyone who would let him babysit their kids. Plus for touching the car she told him not to touch, she made him eat only once a day for three months.

THE END.

The Cute Little Puppy That Popped Up In My Backyard – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time in a place called Australia there lived a lovely little Christian girl named Christina. She lived in a small but lovely sub-Urban home with her single parent Mum who loved her as much as greed loved money. They had moved there from America and where still trying to get used to life in Australia.

Christina loved dogs and had begged her Mum over and over again to get one but her Mum’s NO! Remained steadfast. So you could imagine Christina’s joy when a puppy popped up in her backyard when her Mum wasn’t at home.

Christina couldn’t pin point the exact species of the dog but it was very cute all the same. It had no collar so it didn’t belong to anybody. At least if it did, the fact that the owner allowed it to wander off without a collar means that the owner should kiss it Goodbye.

Christina convinced herself that the puppy was a gift to her from God. She also convinced herself that the reason she would hide the puppy from her Mum is only because she just won’t understand that the cute little puppy is truly a God – Sent gift.

For three days although it wasn’t easy, Christina kept the existence of the puppy living in their house a secret from her Mum, until the fourth day when her Mum wasn’t at home. She was playing with the puppy when all of a sudden she heard a very strange loud barking sound. She looked up and in front of her stood a wild mean looking animal. It looked like a dog but it wasn’t a dog. Only then did Christina notice the similarities between the puppy in her lap and the ferocious looking animal standing in front of her. Could this be the animal’s baby in her laps? If Yes, then she’s in big trouble.
All her doubts where put to rest when the little animal in her laps got up and ran to the larger animal in front of her and shared what one might call an animal’s version of a Parent – Sibling I’ve missed you hug.

What happened next was what Christina – thought, No!, was afraid would happen first.

The large ferocious looking animal pounced on Christina and dug its large scary teeth into her right away.

Christina’s life flashed before her eyes. Is this how it would all end? She couldn’t even hear herself think over her cries of pain.

Fortunately, her loud cries of pain sent the neighbours rushing out. Mr. Smith was holding a hunting rifle in his hands and as soon as he saw what was happening, he shot the animal sending it falling to the ground with a loud thud.

The Neighbours helped get Christina to the hospital. They also called her Mum, who came running faster than a deer on a race for its life.

After the Doctors and Nurses were through with Christina in the Emergency Room, she was sent to a private ward where she was allowed to have visitors.

She told her Mum and the Neighbours how she had deliberately done what her Mum didn’t want her to do and had kept the puppy that popped up in her backyard.
Mr.Smith explained to Christina that it wasn’t just a dog, that it had been a wild Dingo all along. An animal every native Australian knows better than to expect it to be friendly and homely like a dog.

Christina told them that she had learnt her lesson and as God said in the 10 commandments of Moses. “Honour your father and mother so that your days would be long.” She would see to it that she would be good and do what her Mum says and wants. Doing what she knew her Mum wouldn’t want had certainly almost cut short her days (on earth). After Christina was discharged from the hospital, her Mum brought home a gift some days later.

“SURPRISE!!!”, her Mum said.

It was a puppy – a real puppy.

Her Mum explained that she was just worried about the responsibility of Christina owning a dog at her very young age, and that she personally has never been fond of them; that was why she had refused to buy Christina a puppy.
But since Christina wanted a puppy so much, that she had decided to buy her one.

But surprisingly, Christina refused the gift. She didn’t want a puppy any longer. She’s had her share of bad experiences in that department, Thank you. If she wanted to play, she could just bring out a board game for her and her Mum to play or she and her Mum can have some really memorable family time with the Christian video game, “Dance Praise 2.”

And so Christina’s Mum had to return the puppy. Christina and her Mum lived happily ever after. Thanks be to Jesus.

THE END.

Super Hero At Comic Con – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time in the city of New York, the atmosphere was charged with hype for Comic Con. The Godfather of Comics who had been recluse for the past 12 years had promised to make an appearance. Even non-comic book folks were thrilled and quivering with anticipation.

12 year old Amanda, like her Dad was a major comic book lover. They had dragged Amanda’s Mum along with them all the way from Kentucky to New York to attend this special historical comic con.

Coincidentally, Amanda and her parents would be staying in the same hotel that the Godfather of Comics would be staying in. For security reasons, they gave the Godfather of Comics a VIP room on the top-most floor and didn’t allow anyone access much less to book a room on his floor.

Amanda and her parents did a little sight-seeing after they unpacked their things in their hotel room and had dinner. By evening they all retired to bed. Amanda woke up late at night, her parents were still sleeping. Amanda had already slept a lot on the airplane. She decided to head downstairs, get a canned soda and hang a bit at the large children’s recreation room in the hotel which for some strange reason was open 24/7 (Like if kids play games at night!).

As Amanda approached the children’s recreational room, she heard the voices of two grown men. They must be important comic book celebrities or something. Amanda had always been a bit shy, so she hid and peeped through a window. After hearing some part of the conversation, she discovered they were talking about doing something that would catch the Godfather of Comics by surprise; how he would never know what hit him, how they had to pull it off tonight and that if the don’t the Boss would chew them alive.
After putting one and two together to make three, Amanda figured they were talking about either killing the Godfather of Comics or kidnapping him.

She had to do something. She had to stop them.

Amanda rushed to hotel security and reported what she heard.

“Go back to your hotel room little Girl. I don’t have time for this.” Then talking to himself he said, “It’s a wonder what stories little kids come up with just to meet the Godfather.”

After a few minutes it was extremely clear that she was wasting her time. She had to save the Godfather through some other way.

She decided she might as well warn the Godfather of Comics herself. As she got close to the top-most floor she heard a lot of commotion.

OH NO! She was too late.

Amanda was scared. She didn’t know what to do. Should she run onwards and help the Godfather?: but she’s just a little girl, or should she turn and run back to her hotel room and act like nothing had happened?, or should she call 911?
She heard footsteps coming towards her. Like a dozen well fed men were running away from the direction of the Godfather’s room. They weren’t in sight yet but Amanda quickly moved out of the way into the most perfect hiding spot (an adrenaline rush could do that to you). Like a bucket of cold water slowly poured on the victim of the scorching sun, a voice travelled from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. “Fear Not, my daughter.” She had heard that voice before. It was the voice of God and it had just made her fears disappear and a new confidence glowed within her.

A split second later she saw the men who she had heard discussing holding cameras, they were chased by 5 or 6 men in crisp black suit: Bodyguards probably, Amanda thought. Those two men just wanted to be the 1st news reporters to get a picture of the Godfather before his 1st in 12 years public appearance. The thing they meant by he wouldn’t know what hit him was simply a surprise photo. They had to do it tonight because opening day was the next day. The boss they said would chew them alive was probably the C.E.O of the news company they worked for; a C.E.O who must love shouting at his employees.

Amanda was relieved to know that it was nothing after all. There was no true danger. However,all the Godfather’s bodyguards had chased the men away.
There was no one to stop her from entering the Godfather’s room. Amanda walked slowly to the door, slowly entered the room. She didn’t see anyone inside. Curiosity made her poke around – look around the room – Study!, but without touching anything that was in the hotel room of the Godfather of comics.

She heard voices getting louder from outside the hotel room door. It must be the bodyguards. What would she do? They would think that she’s a thief. Or no, maybe a cleverly disguised kid assassin. Or no maybe both.

One thing was clear though. Whatever they would think she is would end up in them handing her over to the police. She may be 12 years old but isn’t that what Juvenile Centers are for? – To lock up law offenders that are her age?

Amanda quickly docked into a wardrobe. She was not going to stick around in plain sight and find out what they would do to her. Then again whatever they would’ve done to her wouldn’t be worse than what they would do to her if they find her hiding in the wardrope. ‘Oh! how did I get myself into this mess’, Amanda thought as she peeped through the very slightly open wardrobe doors. She could barely see what was going on outside the wardrobe.

The sound of the footsteps of the bodyguards drew closer.

“Ok! You can come out now.”

Amanda gasped as her right hand flew across her mouth in fear. She had been caught. She might as well face the music. Summoning up courage to face whatever punish lay out before her, she slowly began to open the wardrobe door but when the door was wide open enough for her to see much more clearly she saw that everyone was facing another part of the hotel room. For some reason they were facing the part of the hotel room were the bathroom was. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Oh – My!, it was the Godfather of comics. Amanda’s eyes popped open. Amanda closed the wardrobe door quickly to hide herself but leaving it a little bit wiser than before so this time she can see all that’s going on. In spite of her current predicament, Amanda smiled the widest smile, ever. She was in the presence of the Godfather of comics (even though he didn’t know she was there, she was in his presence and that meant a lot to her).

It appeared that his bodyguards must have advised him to hide in the hotel bathroom and lock it from the inside. It must have been when those nosy reporters showed up. The bodyguards must have thought that the reporters where there for a more shady business, just as she herself had thought earlier.

The Godfather of comics instructed the bodyguards to go outside and guard. He was not to be disturbed no matter what.
Amanda watched the Godfather of Comic from her hiding place, as he sat alone, in his hotel room. He seemed to have trouble with sleeping. Amanda was too afraid to come out because she feared what punishment might follow if she did. She figured that het parents would be looking for her right now but even if they tell the security, they won’t think of looking in the Godfather’s room; his own security would say he is the only one there. Her plan was to hide there till the following morning, when the Godfather and his bodyguards leave, then she would have the opportunity to leave. No one would even know she was there. She would find her parents and tell her them the whole truth. Her parents never did anything to make her fear them, they just always did wise things that made her respect them so she never was afraid of talking to them. They won’t tell the security were she had been, they would only tell the security that they have found her so they can end the search.
Amanda soon fell asleep in the wardrobe. She was awakened minutes later by the sound of the Godfather shouting. She opened the wardrobe door a little more to find out what was happening. She observed he was shouting over the phone. Whoever he was talking to must be really getting to him.

10 minutes after he hung up. Amanda watched the Godfather do something with a rope and a hotel stool while standing under a ceiling fan.

It was after he formed the rope into a noose that Amanda understood what was happening. He was going to kill himself. No one but her could stop him. His bodyguards who he locked outside his hotel room won’t hear the sound of him hanging himself in his sound padded hotel room.

Amanda rushed out of the wardrobe with tears in her eyes. “PLEASE DON’T DO IT.”
The Godfather of comics was very very shocked. Where did this little girl come from? How did she get into his wardrobe? How long has she been there?

“Who are you and what do you want”, the God father of comics asked suspiciously.
“I’m just a fan. But please don’t do it. Please don’t kill yourself”, Amanda pleaded.

The Godfather of Comics stared down at her for four silent seconds. Suddenly he broke down and started crying. He explained how his life is full of problems. About how he feels so alone since both his wife and his only child died over 12 years ago in a car crash. About how he has a void in his heart that nothing and nobody can fill. He said people may look at him as a success but when he looks at his life he can’t see anything. He can’t see anything great about his life. He is unhappy and unhappiness is eating away at him. He told her that he was sick and tired of living; that as a matter of fact he wasn’t living – he feels dead. He has spent most of his life walking around putting on a smiley face but feeling dead inside.

Suddenly, the Godfather of Comics stopped talking like he just realised he was talking to a little girl. What could a little girl do to help him when the world’s best psychologists he had regularly visited discreetly couldn’t help him? He probably shouldn’t be filling the little girl’s mind with pictures of the gloom of life anyway!

“Sir”, Amanda said interrupting his thoughts. Amanda began to talk to the Godfather of Comics about Jesus. About who he is and what he came to do. About Jesus being real. Amanda began to share with him testimonies of people she knew whose lives where miraculously changed by Jesus.

Amanda felt so inspired, so influenced, so overcome by wisdom. She knew the spirit of God had entered that hotel room. She knew he was using her to preach the gospel to the Godfather of Comics. A gospel not of which is dependent on intelligent and smart sounding words; but a gospel of love, power and LIFE.

Amanda had never hear herself speak that way in her life, but by the time she was through, the Godfather of Comics had not only said the prayer of salvation but he was also speaking in tongues too.

It was clear something had changed about him, he looked like a dying old man who had just received his youth again.

The Godfather of Comics made Amanda and her parents his special guests of honour at that special comic con.

He also announced publicly that from here on in, he would start making Christian super hero comics. For thanks to a very special 12 year old girl, he had learnt that there is nothing as special as living for Jesus. A super hero may save someone from a burning building but that person can still be empty inside and walk around feeling dead. But a true super hero is someone who not only can save the body, but can save the soul too with the gospel of Jesus. Therefore a super hero is someone who spreads the gospel of Jesus.

Amanda was the God father of Comics’ Super Hero.

THE END.

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