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Noble Blood, Convict Chains. Based on a true story.

Set against the sweeping backdrop of 19th-century England and Australia, Collin Peacock: Noble Blood, Convict Chains is the compelling story of Collin Peacock, a man born into the shadows of nobility, fighting to carve his place in a world that constantly pushes him aside. Born on December 13, 1805, Collin and his twin sister, Mary, are the illegitimate children of Jane Peacock, a commoner, and Lord Peter Campbell III, a wealthy sugar plantation owner from Jamaica. Though their father acknowledged them in his will, societal norms prevented him from offering more than financial support, leaving them to grow up in the quiet village of Little Fencote, Yorkshire. Despite his noble blood, Collin was a man of modest means, working as a stockman and poultry seller. His strong will and keen intellect, sharpened by an education his mother secured for him, set him apart from others in his village. Life for Collin took a devastating turn in 1836 when he was falsely accused of receiving stolen pigeons, a crime instigated by his father’s family, the Campbells, who had stopped paying the small sum left to Collin and Mary after Lord Peter’s death. The accusation led to his arrest and a harrowing trial at the Old Bailey. Despite his protestations of innocence, Collin was sentenced to seven years of hard labor in Australia, torn away from his wife Ellen and their four daughters. The journey to Australia aboard a prison hulk was nothing short of a nightmare. Collin’s name was misspelled as “Colling Peacock,” an obvious clerical error that became a new identity in his convict records. Yet, even as he faced the brutal conditions of penal life, Collin found ways to maintain his dignity. He used his education to teach other convicts how to read and write, and his skills as a horseman earned him respect among both prisoners and guards. When news of Ellen’s death reached him from England, Collin’s grief was profound, but it also marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life. Upon completing his sentence, Collin married Jane Brennan in Australia, and together they started a family. With his indomitable spirit, Collin seized the opportunities available to him, acquiring land and building an agricultural empire in Laidley, a town that would later become part of Queensland. Collin Peacock: A story of resilience, betrayal, and redemption. It chronicles one man’s journey from the green fields of Yorkshire to the harsh, untamed landscape of Australia. Collin’s life is a testament to the power of perseverance in the face of overwhelming odds, as he rises from the ashes of a fractured family legacy to create a legacy of his own.
Tina_Maree · 7.2K Views

THE FOUR HORSEMAN'S DISCIPLE

Kuru Tomo, a 15 year old half Japanese boy born in South Korea. He attended a prestigious School filled with rich students. But for the past 3 years since the death of his parents and little sister. His been severely bullied by the schools delinquents. It cased his death within the boys toilet. After waking up within (HALL OF THE END). Kuru finds himself kneeling in front of the Four Horseman that will bring judgment day too all man kind. Death, Famine, Pestilence and War. “What a pathetic State your in. To die with your dead dipping in piss water.” “wh..wh..why…, why would God’s as great as you want from someone like me?” “Because of the darkness within you. You have such a great heart for kindness and yet you have just as much in your heart as well.” “I’ve… I’ve always felt it but I’m weak. I could never fight back. Why you ask me to become your disciple. I’m weak! I’m a coward! I’m an outsider! I’m trash! And all… All….all I want to know is why does everyone hate me so much!” Kuru cried as he fell on his knees. Death stood up from his throne bones and knelt down on one knee. Even tho it didn’t make a difference in his giant titan size body. Yet kuru did not look up. “ If you become our disciple. You will become the strongest there is and ever will be. Even tho you died I can give you a second chance at life.” Kuru looked up at him tears in his eyes. “I will give you Monster strength and deadly skill.” War said as he stood up from his throne of weapons. “I will give you the power of Greed and and Envy.” Famine said as he stood up from his throne of bugs, money and food. “I will teach a 1000 of the most deadly different poisons in a 1000 different ways.” Pestilence said as he stood up from his throne of sick and dying sinners. Death stood back up over shadowing Kuru and he said. “and I, Death. Will teach you all the ways of death, the true fear of Death and the ways of the reaper. After you accept our terms you will be freed and given a second chance to continue your life where you died.” Kuru used his sleeve to wipe away his tears and determination in his yes. “what do I have to do to?” “10 000, devote to us 10 000 years and you will be freed. You go through harsh training. You die a million times and be brought back a million times. You suffer greatly, so far that you lose your sanity. Do you Tomo Kuru still accept?” Kuru’s mind flowed will all the punishment and harsh bullying he had gone through and then the memory of him being his at his parents funeral, crying all alone. “ I accept “
DevilsDead69 · 8K Views

IS A MAD MAN

IS A MAD MAN The Pharmacy Council of Nigeria, Lagos Chapter showed up one terrible afternoon and packed all the medications worth millions of naira from my ex pharmacy store and locked up the shop...all because the store was opened closed to another wholesalers pharmacy store owned by a non-pharmacy person. We opened the pharmacy store two years after we got married simply because three days after the wedding I lost my job with the foremost business university in Africa as a consultant and lecturer and three months after the wedding she lost her job too. So we pulled our savings together to start the store and just like that it was gone. She was taken to Ikeja old secretariat and I followed them, then to Alausa where she was charged to the court; I was there too...but luckily for us, the judge looked at me and said, what is your offense...? And I said not me sir, but us. Who are the us he said, and I said myself and my wife. Are you a pharmacist? No sir, my wife is. Where is your wife? I pointed at her. Then he looked at her and said...is this your husband? She smiled and said yes he is sir. Then, I am going to let you go free of charge because of this man. I heard people saying that he had been with you since yesterday that they lock up the shop...not so many men can stand by their wife in such a moment like this. He is a good man. He loves you. Whatever case that was filed against her was null but there was a document she was to submit at the Lagos State Pharmacy Council office at Old Secretariat Ikeja, but she was too emotionally down to do that so I volunteered to do that for her. The following morning, I set out to go, took a bus to Ikeja, the bus dropped me off at Under the Bridge closed to the General Hospital and I took a Bike to the Old Secretariat Ikeja. On getting there, I gave the Bike man N200 and he said that he doesn't have N100 change. I wanted to leave the money for me but I refused. Then a mad man came, gave the Bike man N100 and told me to go to where I am going. How about your money I asked and he said when you come back. I immediately left to the office, dropped the documents and dashed out because I have a 10:00am business appointment on the Island. I walked straight to the mad man, gave him N200 and he said I should not worry I should go...the N100 he gave the Bike man was a dash. Gbam, I refused. I should be giving you money I said not you giving me. After talking back and forth he collected the money from me and immediately he started praying for me right on the road...I went on my knees and this man kept praying powerful prayers for almost 45 minutes. After the prayers, he said to me, young man, leave your wife...I love you love her and you will not leave her...death is hanging over your head and it is coming from her. Fast for 21 days and break the fast by 9:00pm at night. Cook the food yourself. Before I could say a word, he walked away. This was 2013; I did the fasting as instructed and nothing happened until November 4, 2016 when the trailer climbed up my car in Ikorodu on my way to buy a plot of land for her for the wedding anniversary and when the accident will not kill me, on December 16, 2016 she poisoned my food, I ate the food and passed out...died...how I came back to life I still cannot explain but I thank God I am alive. My grandmother used to say that little prayers are much more effective than long prayers...a simple act of foolishness to obey a simple instruction that looks stupid and unrealistic can save you from a lasting awaiting disaster. God can use anyone to save you...the question is, how simple and humble are you to be saved...? ©®™ Sam Adeoye
Sam_Adeoye_II · 2.8K Views

The heart of Grim Reaper

Its cold...this place is cold, I can totally feel the emptiness surrounds in me. And my body...its completely numb, I shrugged every time the creepy wind blows And this place is pitch black, it gives me a creeps, but...i don't feel pain, i also don't feel my heart beat "A-am i dead??" "no..no...no.. its impossible" I think its just only a nightmare, maybe i need to wake up so i decided to slap my face hard, but its no use, nothing happened. what am i gonna do? I tried to shout and call for help, but i only hear the echoes come through my voice so i stop running i think no one else here i keep walking till i reach the---- " Train station?? " " What the-- where the hell am i?? " great! now I'm annoyed i shrugged again when i heard a loud creepy sound of bell I turn left and saw a guard, so i stepped by and asked "Ehem" *clear throat* "Mr. do you know this place?" I asked, but he didn't respond " Mr. Why there's a train in a middle of the night??" i asked again in curiosity He face me slowly....my eyes widened when i saw his left eye color red *gulp* i tried to move but I can't, my feet don't allow me, its like it has its own mind. i step back and encourage my self not to freak I straightly looked at his eyes until he speak " its a special train" he answered me what? special train? Argh i don't get it but i don't have choice, i want to go home besides, i saw a number of people, so i pretty lighten my feelings "i hope I'm safe" i whispered to my self the train start to move "ticket please" the guy said "hi Mr.Vachirex kindly drop your ticket please" ti-ticket?? what the---how did he know my name? I face him like confused "What's the matter Mr.Vachirex? Confused huh? how did he know? is it too obvious "of course" he answered me like he read my mind shit! I'm a bit nervous, i saw people around me like there's no care i need to think a plan, i need to get out of this shitty train so i just ignore the guy and look in the window until i saw a river and a boat with the skeleton on a board what the---a river?? why there's a river? shit! maybe I'm too tired, i need to rest until my lid slowly heavy I suddenly woke up because i hear the creepy sound of a phone ringtone and who's this girl? I don't see her before? I look around but the people awhile ago is missing "Where are they?" i asked in fear to the left guy beside me he didn't answer nor respond were only five here in train I saw a man, moving his hood, my eyes widened when i saw their faces, its creepy! their liked monsters and scary skeleton i need to escaped, so i decided to jump out of the window and no cares about what will happened to me I have no choice i jumped really high until i recover my self I'm still alive?? ask of confused it looks familiar? it looks like the t-train what the--- " why I'm still here? " I shouted in anger the other guy smirked and the others laugh wait I remember him, his the guy disguise a guard "wh---who are you?? i asked in fear "I'm thanatos one of the Grim Reaper's royal guard" he said and smirked he's the guy who know my name, the guy collecting tickets awhile ago their really good in disguising huh? " And I'm Hel " the one with the red eyed in left "And his psychopomp" the girl with a smiley creepy face "And this is a pale horseman one of a soul collectors " so-soul collectors?? what does it mean? i asked in mind "it means your dead" he said directly into my eyes no! " No!!! your just kidding me, if this is ghost prank, well this is not a good time" i shout in anger and fear "please let me out" I'm begging them "sorry Mr.Vachirex,you can't leave here in ghost train because your dead" Hel said "YOU can't run to your destiny" the psychopomp girl add "Mr. Vachirex you kill your self don't you remember?" I face him in shock I look at the glass window and i saw my self wearing a black cloak hood with the scythe. " I-i'm the Grim Reaper"
artxx_mndz · 2.3K Views

Muhammad Ali, Brian Clough, Diego Maradona and more

We’re not the first to observe that the thing about sport is that it comes with a built-in narrative arc. There will be heroes and there will be villains. There will be triumphs and there will be disappointments. There will be winners and there will be losers (unless it’s a sport like football which, to Ted Lasso’s continuing befuddlement, allows for a “tie”). But what happens off the pitch, or outside the field, or court-side, can often be as dramatic – if not more so – than what happens on, as it takes a certain type of person to excel at sport: gifted, driven, and sometimes, yes, a little psychotic Documentary-makers have found a rich seam to exploit in retelling sports narratives recently, and looking at some of the more exceptional characters who’ve risen to the fore (The Last Dance being the most high-profile example, although there has been a raft of other good ones), but nothing can delve into the intricacies of a great athlete’s mind like a book, especially in the hands of a great writer. Here we’ve recommended some of our favourites of this century and the last, that will keep you gripped to the final whistle Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life by William Finnegan (2015) Finnegan’s Pulitzer-Prize-winning memoir about his lifelong obsession with surfing – starting in California as kid, then Hawaii as a teen, taking him right though to New York in the present (a lesser-known surf spot, certainly) – is a searing and startling paean to the sport. Yes it can seem pointless, and yes it can be punishing, but Finnegan is able to encapsulate the feeling of freedom and euphoria like few others, while also describing his own meandering personal history, which somehow transformed him from a twentysomething stoner surf-bum into a renowned political journalist for the New Yorker, particularly for his reporting from Apartheid-era South Africa. Blood Horses: Notes of a Sportswriter’s Son by John Jeremiah Sullivan (2004) Like so many of the titles on this list, John Jeremiah Sullivan’s first book – printed in the UK for the first time in 2013 after the success of his brilliant 2012 essay collection, Pulphead – is a sports book but also something more. It began as a consideration of the life of his late father, Mike Sullivan, who had been a sportswriter for a Kentucky newspaper, and whose fascination with sport in general, and with horse racing in particular, his son had never quite managed to understand. In telling the story of the legendary racehorse Secretariat, one of whose Kentucky derby wins his father attended, he unpicks a sport that is both fascinating and mystifying in equal measure. Land of Second Chances: The Impossible Rise of Rwanda’s Cycling Team (2013) If sport can be accused of providing neat story arcs (see intro!), or clear-cut heroes and villains, Lewis’s British Sports Book Award-winning exploration of the attempt – by a group of American former professional cyclists – to set up a cycling team in Rwanda a decade after the genocide there in which 1 million people were slaughtered, is as nuanced and fascinating as they come. Lewis, a contributing editor to Esquire, spent time in Rwanda with the would-be riders, including the talented Adrien Niyonshuti, who lost six brothers in the 1994 genocide, and also the professionals who helicopter in to set up the country’s first team, but who, in the case of coach Jock Boyer, turns out to have a dark past of his own. Football Against The Enemy by Simon Kuper (1994) Financial Times columnist Simon Kuper wrote this accomplished and quirky footballing travelogue when he was still only in his early 20s. And it's remarkably good; arguably the first and even best in the now-not-so-new wave of 'literary' football tomes that have followed in ever-greater numbers. Kuper travels to 22 countries to find out how football has shaped individual national politics and culture – and vice versa – meeting players, politicians and picking up anecdotes and observations along the way.we all
Ahmed_Shafique · 2K Views
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