ON HIATUS

There will be no sequel to Hobo Love! I repeat, there will be no sequel to Hobo Love! I just didn't feel like writting a sequel to it. Sorry if you were expecting a sequel!

IMPORTANT!: MY PEN NAME USED TO BE twilght sea BUT NOW IT'S Midnight Shard

Favourite Books:
Gossip Girl
Twilight
The House of Night Series
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

Favourite Movies:
Cruel Intentions
Twilight
Atonement
Pride & Prejudice

Favourite TV Shows:
Gossip Girl
90210
Supernatural
Skins

Links for I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT

CHAPTER 1

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A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him.
The white man said, "Coloured people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"When I was born I was black,"
"When I grew up I was black,"
"When I'm sick I'm black,"
"When I go in the sun I'm black,"
"When I'm cold I'm black,"
"When I die I'll be black."
"But you sir..."
"When you're born you're pink,"
"When you grow up you're white,"
"When you're sick, you're green,"
"When you go in the sun you turn red,"
"When you're cold you turn blue,"
"And when you die you turn purple."
"And yet you have the nerve to call me coloured"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
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I feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us. If you believe in God and Jesus Christ is his Son. Then copy and paste this in your profile. If you ignore him, in the Holy Bible, Jesus says "If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven..."

Even when you can't see Him, GOD is there! If you believe in GOD put this in your profile

One day there was a scientist speaking to God. The scientist said. "God, we dont need you anymore. we can make everything and anything."
God said, "Alright then, perform this." God picked up some dirt with His hands and blew at it. Out came a beautiful bird.
The scientist said "Is that all?" So he started to pick up some dirt, and God said "no, pick up your own dirt."

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! Tahts so cool!

If you could read that put it in your profile!

This story is about a little girl that was abused. If you care about it, copy and paste it to 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, Murdered me.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong

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

Randomly list twelve of your favorite Harry Potter characters:

1)Draco
2)Harry
3)Ron
4)Tom/Voldemort
5)Hermione
6)Lilly
7)Bellatrix
8)James
9)Remus
10)Cedric
11)Albus
12)Neville

1) Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fanfic before?
No and that would be really disturbing!

2) Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
He used to be hot but evolved into some freaky shit!

3) What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
That would be hilarious and disturbing at the same time

4) Do you recall any fics about Nine? Can you recommend any?
Yup! But I don’t remember any

5) Would Two and Six make a good couple?
No cuz that’s incest

6) Five/Nine or Five/Ten?
Five/Ten cuz the other is scary

7) What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
She’d crucio everyone.

8) Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fanfic.
The reason why Ron was jealous of Harry was cuz he wanted to be close to a certain Hufflepuff...

9) Is there any such thing as a One/Eight fluff fanfic?
I’m pretty sure there isn’t...

10) Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve Hurt/Comfort fic.
Murderer

11) What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to de-flower One
Draco was being naughty and Voldemort decided to punish him...

12) Would anyone you know write Two/Four/Five?
Maybe

13) What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?
“HARRY POTTER!” cuz he always struck me as gay

14) If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warning be?
Crack fic, slash, threesomes, incest

15) What might be a good pick-up line for Ten to use on Two?
I wish I was that book so you could study me...

16) When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Today

17) What is Six's super-secret kink?
James Potter

18) Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?
Never, not even if they were drunk

19) If Three and Seven got together, who would top?
Bellatrix cuz she’ll scare the crap out of Ron

20) "One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhapy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Three."
Draco and Remus are in a happy relationship until Remus suddenly runs off with Tom/Voldemort. Draco, broken hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Albus and a brief unhappy affair with Neville, then follows the advice of Hermione and finds true love with Ron. O_o

21) How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon?
Bellatrix/James? That would be freaky