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Writing has been done since 1998 and the author of the two stories actually depicts the events found from being on the scene.

Developing scripts in the early days for video and also writing poetry. All concepts bear a true resemblance to what they are about in such a way the author has been merited this.

You will not find these stories available any where else as there theme take on a roll out of the main stream.

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QUA the book with a sample from the first page. The book is 52 pages long.

A story about youth and the growing process, found in life. You get a hint how the changes you adapt too are always happening.

Some say drugs will mess things up, but there are more pitfalls than that in life.

For many the story of how a boy becomes a man, developing with the help of family. Can not life be mixed with dangers.

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Out goes one day and in comes another, it's just good I have plenty to do and much to see. If you let a minute go to waste then only time shall tell when sorry pretence tries to take hold.

Getting to grips with life as a youngster cantankerously values much, but then it does all depend on what you are confronted with. Adventure, excitement and even fun are to be found, so breaking into these elements come easy once given a bike.

No bicycle for me though or at present anyway, no time to save enough money to get one this summer. Yet every glimpse I have of some one on their bike, I say one day the two wheeled possession shall be mine.

Probably my parents will buy me one or I may win a cycle out of a competition in a comic (what a long shot). Which ever way it is to be I'll be glad. But then, what bike am I likely to get, very unlikely to be a racer they can be expensive.

The contraption I've got now is years old, as far as I can tell it was brought for me when I was very young. Can not ride it any more due to being to big for the tricycle. Yes a three wheeler was what it was, not a real bike more of an image of how a bike can be.

All I do with the trice these days is roll along with my feet hitched up on the back wheel base, coasting and weaving left to right. It would be brilliant if I could get up to a decent speed on the trice but then the pedals are fixed to the motion of the wheels and with my weight, lean to any side to much and off you come. Still it's my trice and I've had it since when, I could not tell.

Some people who see me and are seated on their own saddle just smile at my exploiting. Those big boys and even girls that sometimes breeze past me on the pavement riding swiftly, sure can make me think I need a bigger bike. On top of that it gets to me when a smile is not a smile from a passer bye but more of a snigger and I just know they want to say what a crank, as my mates have said.

Only people who can't ride bicycles have three wheelers and I am certain by now, when the time comes I'll be able to ride any two wheeled bike. It will be no balancing act, cause I'll be on form, supposedly any way. I reckon the skill it takes to bomb about on the trice can be compared to any geyser on a racer.

Racers are not the best bike to have, the one I would like is a Grifter they got grip shift gears and three speeds to choose from. Then surprisingly in one of my comics there are a group of kids that have bikes like Grifters and they sure get up to neat stuff with them. Probably best not to be setting my sights to far right now. That's a new edition bike and I suppose it would be lucky of me to get one.

Bugger it why should I have to pretend that I can wait for mum or dad to buy me one, best to get on their backs and may be just may be. Well I mean, we got a catalogue and I'm sure they might see the good side to ordering me one. Loads of chance there, dad will just say I can't ride a bike and mum she will pawn me off with we can't afford it.

Why is it that when I want to have any thing we can't afford it or I've got one like that, what do I want another one for. They're always giving me what they like, funny that is, is it not. Can always be good and do exactly what I'm told to do, yet that would not be odd. Wonder if I do the opposite then, may be that can work. Firstly destroy this three wheeler and no way will I have a bike to play on. So slamming the front wheel into the garden wall should be a cinch. But that was no good. I'll pick it up and throw the whole tricycle at a wall.

Aah mum seen me and in a very alert voice shouts, "Put down the bike you might strain your self."

What is it man, I only want to have a new bike. Mum certainly got worked up seeing me with the bike in the air, now I've got to go in and watch Tv.

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The attendance using coach was made by groups of young adults who nearly filled the vessel heading for Carnival. At location with disbursement of all parties, I found peace and tranquillity once into the vibe. As the night mood began too set in, not as like darkness. But simply when the congregations had seen everything. Locating ourselves may have been a problem. With limited person's willing too settle on a spot.

There were other places too attend too, with hordes of crowds moving in many directions. For some reason attacks were made randomly. There had been sightings of individuals who had some aggression took out on them. At that time no person could be sure, never mind the victim who would be next.

I my self kept alert by not staying on one spot. This was a fright too know these attacks happened leisurely, causing limited backlash. Good way too feel safe and see the entertainment. As unknown to revellers of our partying circumstances. The amount of fights occurring made venue's be closed. It was good when it could be seen due to darkness. Groups of only men parade with a lot of the mixed crowds. Possibly that was when the exits were made one way. Knowing that violence had occurred earlier and now the proximity of certain locations. This could be said why anger shown was the beginning of a riot.
Leaving returning home was supposed to have been made simple. The way too the coach was a reasonable distance. Yet waiting for the complete coach load too rendezvous on time, let others wonder off.

Now I saw at the pick up point on my return. Complete calm was a miss. Then the entire safety of the party paramount at the time, if good, Was now made out to be injured or not present.

Acts of violence on anyone of us seemed our own fault. The up keep of the aggression continued back there. If not willing to flee then seeing the area become desolate should be a reason. As before each reaching the pick up point. Many person's leaving were made too feel part of the riot's act. Or as the Police take to the places were safety could be found.

Further towards the high street the pace was crawling. The Police were in force here as it could be seen coming closer. The odd person able too run who way back done his bottle hurling, Here they had no chance of escape once throwing a bottle and leaving the rest too feel the raft.

Far closer too the rendezvous the sense of hell disappeared. Everyone broke loose from the other crowds. It felt out of order being paraded like a prisoner procession. As we attendees had too verge in a mass, unlike before.
Even the rioters couldn't be made out. With this the coach was placed as if it was not possible to be boarded. All the person's too get on seemed lost. With attempts too calm the situation made by the hostess. There was an odd feeling like our passage was safe, although worry if we could use it.

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