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Badly Taught Boy (Part 2)Badly Taught Boy (Part 2) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy (Part 2) [The First Morning At A New Home]
It was now half past midnight. Kieran was sleeping soundly under the blanket of the pitch blackness. His eyes were shut and his body was completely motionless. It was the first time in his entire life that he had been able to sleep soundly. Next-door, I too had taken myself to bed. But unlike Kieran, my eyes were still open, and I was looking up at the ceiling. I was still worried about how Kieran would cope overnight on his own, and although he had been given hypnotherapy to calm down, just like he had told me before, I had a feeling that it just wasn't enough. But staying awake and thinking about it just wasn't going to do anything for me, so I simply closed my eyes and tried to get to sleep; which I soon did.
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Saturday Morning at 9AM. The sun had risen into the clear blue skies, and there was not one cloud to be seen. I had already gotten myself changed into my day
Badly Taught Boy (Part 3)Badly Taught Boy (Part 3) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy (Part 3) [Shopping Day]
Kieran and I lived not too far away from the City Centre, so we could easily walk to the shops together. Just less than a mile away was the main shopping centre. But because we were going to need a quite a lot for Kieran’s benefit, I decided that we went in the car so that we had the boot space to carry it all back when we were done. For this trip, I allowed Kieran to sit in the front passenger seat next to me. We parked up in the car park, then I got out some loose change from my pocket to get the parking ticket, which was placed on the dashboard for the traffic wardens to see. Then, Kieran and I headed for the doors of the shopping centre.
“Are you feeling OK Kieran?”
“I’ve never felt better in my life.”
As we entered the main doors, we saw humongous crowds coming in and out of the shopping centre like stampedes. I had no idea how Kieran coped with crowds, so I gave him a
Badly Taught Boy (Part 4)Badly Taught Boy (Part 4) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy (Part 4) [Home Teaching]
Upstairs in his bedroom, Kieran, again using the advantage of his hypnotherapy, took the clothes he had out of the shopping bag and began to sort out all the pieces into the chest of drawers. But he left out one pair of jeans, the green T-shirt, and the icy blue trainers. After everything else was put away, Kieran undressed himself of the clothes he was lent by me, and got himself changed into his chosen clothes with a clean pair of socks and underpants as well.
Once he was fully dressed, he tapped his toes on the floor, picked up the other clothes, and went downstairs with them.
Kieran put the borrowed clothes in the laundry basket in the kitchen, and then walked into the living room to join me. I turned to Kieran as he sat himself down on the sofa beside me, looking immediately at his new attire.
“Wow, look at the change in you Kieran!”
“You like it?”
“I do. Is it comfortable for you?
Badly Taught Boy (Part 5)Badly Taught Boy (Part 5) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy (Part 5) [Bump in the night]
At approximately 9 O’Clock that Saturday evening, I told Kieran that it was time for him to go to bed. As per my religion, The elders that had visited had taught Kieran about having family prayer together with me each evening, and that was what we had done just prior to Kieran going into the bathroom and brushing his teeth. When he had finished brushing his teeth, Kieran walked into his bedroom, where I was waiting on the side of the bed. The main light was out, but I had turned the bedside lamp on for him. Kieran joined me on the side of the bed, and yawned.
“It’s been such a long day Christian.” Kieran said to me.
“It sure has. So how did you feel about The Elders of the Mormon Church coming over?”
“It was very eventful. Learning about religion for the first time in my life has given me more light of what reality is really like.”
“How about the
Badly Taught Boy (Part 6)Badly Taught Boy (Part 6) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy (Part 6) [Holy and Spiritual]
Sunday Morning at 8:15. After his werewolf nightmare the previous night, Kieran had managed to sleep it off and forget it had ever happened.
Kieran and I were currently enjoying breakfast at the dining table. Every Sunday, I would always have a cooked breakfast. Both Kieran and I were enjoying a plate of Sausages, Baked Beans and Hash Browns.
“How did you sleep last night Kieran?” I asked him.
“After that nightmare, I thought I wasn’t going to get back to sleep. But your reassuring words really helped me to calm down.”
“That’s what I’m here for Kieran. Don’t ever be afraid to wake me in the night if you have a problem.”
As Kieran continued eating, he then began thinking about something else. Something that reminded him of when he saw his parents at the restaurant.
“When we were at th
Badly Taught Boy (Part 7)Badly Taught Boy (Part 7) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy (Part 7) [Helping Out]
After coming back from church that day, and having lunch, Kieran had headed straight into the shower. The fact that this was the only time in his life that he had been properly able to worship Jesus Christ, made him feel quite emotional. He felt that the pounding water would help to relieve the tension of the changes he was undergoing.
As he let the pounding water attempt to calm him down, he entered deep thought.
“In the short time that I’ve known Christian England, I’ve learned so much about being a good person. Ever since I was rescued from my horrible parents, Christian has clothed me, fed me, taken me out for a meal, given me a comfortable bed, a wonderful home to live in. And now, he’s taught me where I should go to worship Christ, which is the thing that I’ve wanted to do all my life. I’m quite proud to be in such safe hands. I only wish now that I had been born to him
Badly Taught Boy (Part 8)Badly Taught Boy (Part 8) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy (Part 8) [Sunday Evening]
Following the visit from Relief Society that afternoon, Kieran went back upstairs to his bedroom to go and prepare himself for our walk in the woods that had been planned. I had given him 15 minutes to prepare, which also gave him a little bit of time to decide on which clothes he was going to put on, as well as try on some of the newly provided clothes that he had been given.
He first tried on the boots. When he stood up and tapped his toes, he had a short walk around his bedroom. The boots were just the right size for him, but they weren’t overly comfortable when worn without socks, as they were somewhat rough against the ankles.
Kieran quickly sat back down on his bed and kicked the boots off. He then decided to try on the sweater, wearing it over his Yellow T-Shirt. It too was just the right size for him, but as it was relatively warm outside, he took it straight off.
A few minutes Later, after Kieran ha
Badly Taught Boy (Part 9)Badly Taught Boy (Part 9) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy (Part 9) [Home schooling]
Monday Morning at 7:30AM, the sun had already made it’s way into the sky and was on the rise. Kieran Malus, as he was now known by his biological surname, was sleeping soundly under his covers. But that was not going to be the case for long. I knocked on the door to Kieran’s room.
“Morning Kieran, time to get up!” I called through.
“Morning Christian.” Kieran moaned as he got out of bed.
Kieran stretched his limbs and yawned. He quickly put on his slippers by the side of the bed, and after being shown how to tidy his bed covers, did so. He then came straight downstairs to the dining room, where breakfast had been served. As he sat down, it was now time to teach Kieran to thank the lord at mealtimes. Unlike some religions, Mormons were not restricted to pre-written prayers which had to be followed. In most cases, they had free will to use whichever w
Badly Taught Boy (Part 10)Badly Taught Boy (Part 10) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy (Part 10) [Bad Memories]
Ten minutes later, Kieran and I were downstairs at the breakfast bar together, enjoying our lunch. As we ate, we were discussing how to go around Mrs. Roule’s requests for the gym lessons tomorrow.
“So Kieran. Mrs. Roule would like us to go shopping for sports gear this afternoon. How do you feel about going to the gym with her tomorrow?” I asked Kieran.
“I’m looking forward to it. I could really do with getting some exercise into my daily regime.” He answered.
“Wouldn’t we all. Now Mrs. Roule asked me about getting you some sports gear. So we will need to go shopping for some trainers, and either some sports shorts or tracksuit bottoms. I think we could get you a sports bag and a sports vest too.”
“Didn’t Mrs. Roule say that my sleeveless top was fine?”
“That’s why I’m asking you. Would you have
Badly Taught Boy (Part 1)Badly Taught Boy (Part 1) by LevelInfinitum
Badly Taught Boy. (Part 1) [A new home]
My name is Christian. I live in Peterborough in the East of England. I wasn't married, and had no intention to find a spouse. I live in a two storey house that I was given by my parents when I moved out, and I used to live alone; that was, until someone else came into my life. There was this young man of mine, whom I was in the process of caring for, in the hope I would one day adopt him as my own son. His name was Kieran, and he was 12 years of age. He was only recently orphaned after he was removed from his biological parentage by social services, and all for a good reason. Kieran was born to parents who treated him very badly, and taught him so many wrongdoings. Despite his upbringing, I saw his potential to learn from his mistakes, and that's why I've taken him in, to help him understand where his parents taught him wrong, for I was very strict disciplinarian when people did bad, but
Jiyu no OkurimonoJiyu no Okurimono by Wolf-Prince-Leon
I still can’t believe what’s happened to me. I knew I’d made something special. But I never imagined any of this! ...Oh, i’m sorry... I’d better start from the Beginning.
My name is Leon McCloud. Until recently, I was a college graduate, with a degree in Game Design and Development. In fact, by the time I graduated, I had my first game finished- World of the Wild, a Free Roam RPG.
Basically, you play as a customizable anthro character in an all anthro world called Jiyuu. Long story short, there is no set storyline, you decide what you wanna do- Become a Dancer, Fight Evil, Learn to cook, Rescue People, and so much more you can do in this game.
However, despite years of work, no major company wanted it, they called it lame for having so much freedom. I’ve tried Steam, PC gaming, Handheld, and no company wants it... I couldn’t believe it.
But what I didn’t know, was that my game was more than a game.
I’d just been shot dow
I'm a Receptionist and administrator for a Supported Employment group, a gift aid accountant for a sports charity, a self-published author, and I have Asperger's Syndrome.|
I live in Peterborough in the UK, in a modest three floor house, and I am a keen story writer in my time.
Unfortunately, my drawing skills are not so good, I cannot create my own great works like many others, without working from (dare I say it) Copyrighted material (Shamefully).
That's why most of my work is either flash or literature.
Current Residence: Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, United Kingdom, Favourite genre of music: Various, Operating System: Windows 7 Ultimate, Favourite cartoon character: Chris Thorndyke, Personal Quote: 'Can't Do' doesn't exist when you're with Level Infinitum.
Pokémon Trading Card Design (Awaiting Details)
Anthro Eevee Transformation Story (Queued)
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The Dressing Room MachineThe Dressing Room Machine.
12 year old Chris Harvey was just an ordinary schoolboy who had a fascination for technology. He was the son of a single father, a world famous inventor who specialised in the creation of quantum-mechanical devices. The devices aided them both in their everyday life. Devices included a robot maid and butler, automatic walk in shower, and a car which could be driven on it's own free will. But more recently, one of the inventions that the father had created was a mechanical dressing room. He had created two of them, one for him and one for Chris. It was only in its prototype stages at the present time, but the device meant exactly what it is named for. It's quite simply this...the machine is capable of dressing and undressing a person via quantum computing. All you had to tell it, was whether to dress or undress you, or to try on something new that you've never worn before. As nearly all types of clothes wer
The Dressing Room Machine (Ver II)The Dressing Room Machine (Ver. II)
12 year old Chris Harvey was loving the dressing room machine that his father had created for him. In recent years, the machine had been made into a working prototype which won first prize at a local trade show, and has since made media coverage. The father was paid a considerable sum for his invention, many hundreds of thousands of pounds sterling. With the extra money, The father decided to expand on his inventions, including upgrading the current technology that the dressing room machine had.
Chris Harvey was running up to the front door of the house where he and his father lived, after making the two mile walk home from his school on a wet and rainy Wednesday afternoon. He was wearing black school trousers, black shoes, and a brown coat to protect himself from the rain. Chris used his house key to let himself in, wiped his feet on the doormat, and closed the front door to keep the rain outside. He took off his
As the economy continues to go out of proportion, jobs become more scarce as the days continue to go by. As the number of people out of work, and the number of people living on the dole both increase, it will become a never-ending story of the same old lies that will cling onto our world until hell freezes over.
Job wise, there are good clean jobs, and there are the really dirty jobs, all of which occur in many shapes, sizes and forms. Farm work was a very dirty job, but as the famous saying went, 'someone's got to do it.' And that someone who I knew was a dab hand at farm work, was a young man known only as DL. He was a british white male aged 15, standing 5ft9, sporting short dark brown hair and red eyes. He wore green farmyard overalls with braces, a dark brown straw hat with a yellow band around it, and a pair of tall brown boots.
DL was very lucky to have a job, even if he was only living on National Minimum Wage, due primarily to the unwill