Yeah... what to say?

I just don't know...

Well... I'm a girl, living in Germany. I like English (and I've got no clue as to why that is) and now I want to try to acutally write something in that language. I dare say that it might not be bad for my grades either :P

I like books - no... like is not strong enough... love is a more adequate expression. And I've got way to many books in my room - it's just a bit stuffed at the moment. But you get used to something like that.

The stories I liked best are Harry Potter by JKR, the novels of the Black Dagger Brotherhood by J.R. Ward and many others. Truth to be told: I love almost everything which involves vampires, werewolves, monsters, magic, weapons of any imaginable kind or shape, romances and... pretty much everything else.

Also I've got a liking for the genre of Anime/Manga... I've watched/read more of those than I could possibly remember. Naruto and Dragonball are those I liked best, even if Dragonball isn't THAT good - pretty good, but not perfect (story doesn't change much... it's always the same just with stronger opponents and attacs... -.-)

I've read sooo many fanfictions so far I stopped counting them some time ago.

If I should upload any story of my own (I'm not so sure anymore... never got any comments so far T_T) I'll try to post them in English, even if my grammar isn't perfect just yet.

Well... you don't need to know anything else about me

LG, BaltaineShadow

When I was finished reading this I was crying - I guess I'll never understand how anyone can want to kill an unborn baby after seven month. shudder How cruel...

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

Copy and paste this poem in your profiles if you are against child abuse:

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 sradishing 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 sradish 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,

Murdered me.