Author has written 3 stories for Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Misc. Tv Shows.
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Keep in mind that I never use Tumblr or Wattpad :P or Blingee :)
haha, so I am obsessed with these things:
British and Irish accents: LOVE DEM! XD
Things I hate:
Celeb crushes - WHY WOULD I TELL YO-eh, who am I kidding? XD Harry Styles :D LOL the boys of 1D :D haha, *turns deadly serious* insult my boys, and this will not go very well -.- haha, I also like Atticus Dean Mitchell ;D
back to happiness* so yeah, enough about me, let's get to the stories! :D I will put up stories ASAP, but until then see ya! :D
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted, " Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you just like she was suffocated. if you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
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. My name is Mariah Faye, and I'm 14.