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Author has written 17 stories for Fable, Hitman, Star Wars, and Flowers for Algernon.
My updates are pretty irregular (and there's some horribly long pauses in between) but unless otherwise stated, I don't plan on discontinuing any of my stories.
Please vote for which story you would like to read on my poll! Most likely I'll end up writing all of them anyway, but which idea is my priority depends on votes.
Sou7h lives on a quiet little street where she goes to school in a quiet little suburb somewhere near Toronto, Canada. She is neither popular nor a loner, which lumps her in the general population commonly referred to as "everyone else." Though much of her time is spent reading and writing, she is also an artist, guitarist and athlete - although in all fairness, reading and writing came first. As a teenager, life seems kind of aimless but that's the way she prefers it for now. There are too many things she wants to do and not enough time in the day to do all of them. Things on her list of likes include AC/DC, Jimi Hendrix, Little Miss Sunshine and Flowers for Algernon. Things on her lists of dislikes include the Jonas Brothers, mosquito bites and papaya.
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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 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. child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
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