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Her name was Auroura She was only five This is what happened When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in the attic
Her only friend Was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair
She always talked to it When no one was around She lay there and hugged it Not a peep of sound
Until her parents Unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear And softly cries She loves her parents But they want her to die
She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, "God, why? Why is My life always sinking?"
Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did
Then one night Her mum came home high The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by
Then her mum suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made
She thrust the blade Right in her chest, "You deserve to die You worthless pest!"
The mum walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying
Police showed up At the small little house They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad little girl Lying on the floor
It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friend in her arms
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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 mummy, 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 mummy 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 it's 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 lie there, motionless, Sprawled on the floor, My name is Sarah, And I am but three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.
Abortion Kills a Beating Heart. A Silent Cry Never Heard. I am Their Voice.
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