Orphanage Books Novels & Stories

I wanted to keep throwing my fists into his face until his body went slack, his anger buried under the bruises and torn vessels soon to grace his skin. Life outside the orphanage was terrifying, but if Cliff wanted to use my body just to show off in front of rich men, I’d rather be a waitress. On my own, away from this. From him. I left a grumbling, cursing Cliff and returned to my room. Though the orphanage was a broken cage of a place, my dorm had always been a refuge to me. It was the only space that had ever felt like mine, with its tiny window and its thin quilt. The walls were bare, no memories fond enough to be hung along the trim, but the mattress was shaped to my body. And once, jus

It was a damn good thing that fire had always excited me. I was pleasantly surprised by the contents of the folder. It was a conceptual plan to modify the existing orphanage into more of a group home feel. That particular building had been an old hospital that was remodeled into living quarters that could provide shelter for those who had no family to take care of them.

"This place is more than just an orphanage. It's a haven for these children, a place where they can thrive and feel loved." We walked through the grand entrance, with it's towering marble columns and chandeliers that sparkled with a thousand crystals. The foyer was adorned with beautiful artwork, each piece telling a unique story of hope and resilience. Is this really an orphanage? Melanie guided me through the dormitory, where the children's rooms were like little sanctuaries. Soft, plush beds with fluffy pillows and cozy blankets awaited each child, creating a sense of comfort and security. The rooms were decorated with vibrant colors and inspiring quotes, reminding the children that they

After about an hour of walking around the orphanage, we talk with Ms.Blanch about everything and anything she may need for her staff, the orphanage, and the kids. We call for Odett, who ran off to play with a few kids on the playground. Ms.Blanch, Jess, and I discuss adding more staff when we realize it is just her and two other ladies taking care of forty-seven kids. Zion asks Jess if she would be willing to take on the challenge of overseeing all business pertaining to the renovations of the orphanage. Overwhelmed by her excitement, Jess agrees to it before he can finish his question, making us all laugh.

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

IRIS The heavy iron gates of St. Luke’s Orphanage screeched as they swung open. For twenty years, that sound meant someone else was leaving. Today, it was for me. I clutched my small canvas bag against my chest, the fabric rough against my palms. Inside were three plain dresses, two pairs of worn shoes, and a Bible with a frayed spine. That was the sum of my life so far. Everything I knew about the world outside these stone walls came from censored reading comprehension texts and grainy, approved Christian movies. The world was a vast, terrifying canvas I had only ever viewed through a keyhole.

No one wanted to say the word first. Orphanage. In a city full of the dead, some places were still worse because of who had been helpless there before the world ended. Daniel searched the records with shaking hands. "Saint Brigid's Children's Home," he said. "Closed after abuse allegations. Building converted to private rehab, then abandoned." Ava's face went cold in a way I had learned to fear. "Kids?"

Her eyes flutter before closing as she tried to get some rest hoping that would somewhat lessen down the ache in her head. * Camila invited all the children from the orphanage. They were eighty in numbers. All the children were abandoned for some reason like illegitimate, or being a female child, etc. by their family members. She decides to shelter those homeless kids where they were provided all the necessary facilities to promote their healthy growth.

“Get dressed and use our gifted car. Visit the orphan and put me in a good light, also work with your image. Don’t forget to be humble and always smile, don’t ever show your impatient side.” “I understand. I’m on my way.” She dropped the call. What else can I do? I sighed and headed for the orphanage. When I arrived, the sponsored foods and books for children aged three to ten also arrived. Babies are held by other institutions, but the orphanage is held by both nuns and priests. I don’t hate children; I hate their parents. I don’t know why most people do not like abortion when in fact they are basically telling us that it is fine to abandon their child, at least they didn’t kill them. Why w

SMILES ORPHANAGE The evening was crisp yet somber. The setting sun cast a rosy hue across the evening sky casting shadows on the ground. Rowan felt his heart soaring with delight looking at the familiar walls of the Orphanage decorated with cartoon paintings. The grass had grown greener and the flowers flourished merrily. As he walked past the gates, the nostalgia filled his eyes and throat. Although he was away for a week, he still missed the warmth of this place. The memories tried to rush back but he blocked it, he was too indulged to let sadness and pain sink in.