Author has written 5 stories for South Park, and Kingdom Hearts. Blah, It's been forever since I even looked at my profile... Damn. Ok, here we go; I'm seventeen, american, Mediocer at writing, but I still love it :D I have several stories I've been working on, some more than others. Most of them I've hit a sever writers block on, and who knows if I'll ever get them done, but there they are; Missing: Temporary hiatus I really wish I didn't have to put this one on hiatus, but I have no more ideas for this one...I'm sure I'll pick it up some time...please just be pateint NOTE: will be compleatly overhauled this summer-editing, hopefully new chapters, possibly compleatly re-writen. I can't do anything with it as is. The Things You Can't See: Arc 1: I'l get to it soon...I think..or not...hiatus indefinatly, or at least until summer Time is a Fickle Thing: On hiatus indefinatly Why Forgoten Memories Never Stay Forgoten: On hold for now Tweeks Story: on going This is a story about a little girl that was abused. If you care at all, copy and paste this into your profile: My name is sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy, Mu,rdered me. child abuse, MAKE IT STOP! Ninety-Five percent of teenagers are concerned about being popular. If you are part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list, Queen S of Randomness 016, Queen B of Randomness 016, AnimieKittyCaffe, The Gypsy Pirate Queen, That Bloody Demon, The Astrology Nerd, Shadow929, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Yavie Aelienel, Hyperactively Bored, Spymaster E, Shanny-Boo, Gem W, Brown-eyed angelofmuisc, piratesswriter/fairy to be, Bara-Minamoto, Em Quagmire, Buffy the Mary-Sue Slayer, Harry's Girl 01031992, WanderingTeen, Mrs.G.F.Handel, blockofthewritingkind, Are You Afraid of the Dark, Ninety-eight percent of teenagers have tried smoking pot. If you're one of the two percent who hasn't, copy this and paste it in your profile. Ninety-two percent of the teenage population would die if Abercrombie&Fitch said that it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Put this in your profile if you're part of the eight percent that would be laughing your ass off. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. Thanks. |
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