I've been writing since I was old enough to pick up a pencil, imagining plot lines and characters years before then. Though most of the time they were the cliche damsel in distress kind of things. Point is: writing is my life. I won't say I'm some fantastic author. I won't even say I'm all that great. But I have a passion for it that gets me by. So if you feel the need to insult my style or my work, you better present a good argument because I will defend myself and you won't like a second of it. Promise.

Now, that aside, let's ramble on about myself, ne?

I'm a Cali girl,

I take sarcasm to an art form,

I love italian food and rainy days,

I can't seem to keep my opinion to myself,

I can be brash, harsh, and a little weird sometimes,

I have been known to space off in the middle of a conversation,

I'm the one that points and laughs when some chick trips and falls on her own two feet,

I can't go a day with out humming some random song,

I hate the sun like a plague,

I'm a pacifist with a sharp tongue and strong ideals.

All in all, I'm your average Jane Doe.

I'm not new to FF, just decided a minute ago that I wouldn't mind putting my stories up next to people I admire. This site is one of my favorite past times, though I hate the brainless fans that taint the reputation of animes I like. Would it kill some people to actually include a plot in their stories...or proper grammar for that matter? And what is with all the suicide fics of characters that would never throw their lives away so pathetically? Safe to say I have a problem with people destroying characters that aren't theirs, not seeing the potential and quirks that make them uniquely real.

Anyway, enjoy what you read. Tell me what you think and all that jazz.

Be Against Abortion!

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’ 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!