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the briks had nearly cost one of my couins his life (thats a story for another time)

heres the story:

so we are kids, so we are dumb and given that the adults trusted us to be eachothers impuls controle we did the oposite and egged eachothe more.

our first cabin was taken down by the army after the first body, and we the rebelious little shits that we were didn't like that so we decided to rebuilt it and this time it was gonna be bigger and we were gonna paint the walls.

the first cabin was clearly made by kids, the walls where off and the seeling was just some wood pieces we could lift with our kiddie bodies while runnig from their owners. everything we had used was either stolen or 'temporarely borowed'.

we redid that but we pitched together some pocket moner to buy some decorations we liked, adding to it the money the old granies and grampas they liked to give us and we had nearly imptied the store from the village near by.

that village was a toristic hot spot given that it faced the sea, so a lot of rich people where buying property there to built summer houses. so we took the opertunity and woke up before dawn to get there before the workers to steal some of what they had left behind, just what we could cary with us without slowing us too much.

by luch we would stach our houl and go down to eat as if nothing happened. we continued like that for a good three weeks.

on the first day of the forth week of our operation, we got caught by some drunk guy who coulldn't go back home the night before. he though that we were some bandits or something so he took an ax and started running after us. we skatered like rats, runnign around and making sure that the younger ones were safe.

unfortunatedly, while a cousine of mine was trying to help his sister get over a wall, he got caught by the guy. we though him dead, even the boy no older than 7 had that resined look on his face. but then another cousine of mine had taken a shovel and hit him with it on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

you can bet your ass that we never went near that construnction site ever again.

the ax had nicked the boy when the men fell on top of him, a good gash on his left arm. he needed 4 stiches and couldn't move his hand freely for the rest of the summer. his good now, and he likes to tell the story behind it every time someone askes about the scar.

i remebre telling the adults that we had gonne to fight the street dogs to assest out superiority and that some old man tried to help us but got the boy by accident. we got grounded for two whole years with cleaning the cows and the hen house. worst summers of my life.

but we did get our cabine, it was better made since we bribed some older cousins with helping us. we painted it red on the outside and light blue on the inside to keep the hot air out . we built a big window that was from the ground up to the oldests head and coverd with an old peice of cloth and it was well lite with electric little lenternes from ramadan and candels used for weddings.

a month letter we found the body of some middle aged man inside and some slodiers took the whole thing down. we put hot pepper inside their shoes and glue on their hats for revenge. they dared to let their guard down after ruining our hard work and darring to taste aunt nabila's fruit juice with no remors. we were such little shits

i have other childhood memories like this one, so if anyone wants i can add them here

hello, my little cousin here insistes that i have to chare this story with other people because quote 'when your older, your mom lore's gonna be insane'. so here i am charing a little tid bit about what ususally goes in our incestral little vilage.

for contecst, we are from what i think is an ethnic group in english in north africa. they were the very first people to live there. so, every year during any vacation be it the big summer one or the ones for the holydays, we go to our village up in the mountains were all the familly gathers around to celebrate or relax from city life.

we are all related to eachother somehow, so it is no suprise that us kids would gather together and play all around the mountain and it's forest all day long without supervision. the closest village to ours is 3 hours by car so it is pretty safe for us reckless gremlins to run around and the forest is prety tame with the most dangerous animals to be found is street dogs that don't come out until midnight.

one day we kids went to the neighboring vilage in secret to steel some construnction materials to built a little cabin as our 'base of meischief' like vilains do in cartoons. what we didn't know at the time was that the place we decided to make our own was a su!ic!de hot spot were even the army had to check every few mounths for corpses (why tf they didn't put any signs or warnings is beyond me).

so we built in at the begining of summer, then we all went back to our homes near the begining of the school year. the youngest of us was i think 6 at the time. the next summer the second we all got to the village we ran all the way to our cabin to check if the adults who stay in the winter found it. what we found inside was the corps of a young women barely 20 hanging from a plank of wood we put up as a seeling. to say that we were traumatized would be like saying the sun is bright. we ran back down the mountain like the devil was on our heels and screamed to high hell, no one could understand what we were saying from how much we where crying. two hours later the army came by and took the corps of the women away

we didn't step a foot inside our cabin until the next summer. i was dared by a cousin to get inside and see if it were hounted by the spirite of the lady, and i, the prideful brat that i was went there with a broom, a buket and some soup, playing it off as if i wasn't quivering in my shoes and telling them that i was gonna clean the bad vibe away.

right as i opended the door, i throw the bucket with the soupy water, closed my eyes and started scrubing the floor while chanting some prayers i had heard the old grannies say when someone died. an hour later and everyone startes helping me clean. the bastards had the guts to throw salt at me when i went out and started screaming at them to help me.

after that we went to playing like normale. the summer after that i thing i was 9ish if not 10, we found the body of an old man who shot himself and left a big hole in one of the walls. the funny thing was that this time no one was scarred just angry at the man for damaging our hard work, it had taken us weeks to figur out how to messur them and to get the sement at the right consistency and the bricks had nearly cost one of my couins his life (thats a story for another time)

we draged the body out and went on our mary way like nothing had happended. we called the cops at night so that they wouldn't bother us too much.

two weeks later we went to another village for a wedding and stayed there for a good mounth helping with the preparetions, when we got back we only had one day left of our vacation so we decided to spend in in our spote, and lo and behold a young man dead inside. we where so done with this that we didn't even bother doing anything, just went back down and played in the forest with the older kids.

we forgot about the body.

the next year, we went up and started smelling something fool. i think we all throw up at one point as we got closer. it is not until i was near the door that one of my cousins screamed at me to get away and reminded us of what we had left there. for a good 6 mounth, the body stayed there rotting and decaying. we called the authorities and they where kind enough to bring a specialist to clean the place for us.

and so, every now and then. we find a body and forget about it.

you may ask "why didn't they take down your cabine?" or "why didn't the adults do anything about this?"

and to answer your question:

-they did take it down, we just kept steeling things and re-building it. after the 8th time they left it alone and just cleaned it for us if the body was old

-as for how the army didn't sheck the spot for six months, they though that if people found the cabin then they would think that someone lives inside and leav it as is. but they where wrong and poeple are rude as fuck.

-during the winter, is is nearly impossible to get to our spot because of all the snow and how gaged the way up is people just don't bother. it's only during the summer that it becomes possible to get there so yeah. when it's our play time it's dy!ng time for others

-no one of the adults know the whole thing. they think that is was a two time thing. they don't know about the other times.

to clarifie, the top of the mountain is a good hour away by foot from the village so were pretty much alone there.

now i am 18 and we have until now forgoten 5 bodies and didn't forget 14. very good statistics if you ask me ;)

i need help

hello dear fellow human being and fanfict readers. i, like the idiot that i am, made a bet with a relative about finding a certain fanfiction we have read a good 5 years ago in wattpad. the loser has to do thre years worth of cleaning duty and two years of free labor of any type (aka become the winners slave for 2years).

so, seeing as i don't want to be a slave for the next 5 years of my life i ask of you to help me find it.

it's a translation of a chiness bl novel that turns around a man who wrote a novel as a teenager for a competion as a joke and won, his book becoming a best seller. beeing young he made many stupid decissions and he ended up loosing all his money and dying like a dog in the road. he woke up as his teenager self at the time he had won the award. at some point he joined a writen club fron his school with two girls, an ecosentric teacher and two boy with the ml beeing one of them. the ml's mother if i am not wrong is foreign so the ml had dark skin.

a little further in the story, the mc discovers that he can learn any language just from reading a dictionary or talking to someone speeking it (i think he discovered that when he tried to help a torrist who didn't speak chiness)

heres all what i can remember and is sure about. if anyone has the tiniest of ideas about the name of the fict, please help and thank you