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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:31 am
Okayy sooo as you can see this is where i will placing alot of my writings.
First off let me just say, i love proper grammar but spelling is not my best subject. So, if you see spelling mistakes if you wouldnt mind sending me a quick pm so i can fix it and it doesn't blow up my writing area, that would be awesome!
Second, this is my writing place...I will write:
-my daily smile moments
-poetry
-short stories(if requested)
-chaptered stories (if requested)
-etc.
How you can request a story or poem is by pm-ing me this request form!:
Username:
Poem or story:
Topic:
Do you want a pm saying when i started or finished?:
Any special requests?:
Thats it right there!
Okayy now my thoughts on comments...you can comment. Just pm me first with the subject "comment" and if i like the comment i will post it for you smile .
Thank you and have a nice day!
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:33 am
HERE I WILL POST ALL THE COMMENTS I RECIEVE(if any):
"you should definately continue the story Walk With Me In The Rain!! I want a part 2... The beginning when you were getting married I was kinda like, uh, not my thing, boring, then i read on and the dad and i was like O: *grabs popcorn* XD I want a part 2 [: I'm now hooked and will read the rest~" from our own guild own Tyjaay
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:35 am
HERE IS WHERE I WILL PUT THE TITLES AND PAGE NUMBERS OF ALL MY WORKS!
(Note: if it is a chaptered story or a writing piece with more then one part i will post the parts as seperate titles so they are easier to find)
Page 1.
Walk with me in the rain?(story) part one
walk with me in the rain? (story) part two
walk with me in the rain? (story) part three
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:37 am
I will start my works when i get request numer one as i am drawing a blank on what two write about right now... So the sooner a request comes the sooner i start writing! Thank you so much smile
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 10:28 am
Walk with me in the rain? (Part one)
I looked up into his eyes, smiled and softly mumbled "i do." My white gown flowing in the soft wind. His family cheered for us as the minister pronounced us husband and wife, and he leaned down, our lips just barely touching. Even with as many times as we shared a kiss i still feel the same spark of electricity that i felt the very first time we touched.
My name is Rea, I am currently 23 years old, and now I am a married woman. I am 5 foot 6 inches tall with long light brown hair and bright eyes that change colours. Well how i got to this point is a bit complicated though and a long tale.
You see it all started when i was 7 years old i ran up to my mother scared....
"mommy!" I called as my little legs moved me forward. I turned the corner in my old house and saw a sight i wasnt prepared for. My daddy had my mom by the neck and mommy was turning a purple colour. It scared me when daddy got like this, drunk and in a rage fit that couldnt be contained. "daddy! Stop it! Please, daddy! Your hurting mommy!" I called out to the man who didnt want to hear a word i was saying. He droped mommy who layed still on the floor unmoving. He stomped his way twords me as i backed up. I turned and ran up the stairs as fast as my legs would carry me. I screamed as loud as i could running into what was my room and slammed the door. I hid in my closet trembling waiting.
I heird the door creak open. "Rea.. where are you hun?" A raspy dark voice called out for me. But i knew not to answer. I closed my eyes and waited for what i knew was coming. I counted the seconds... 1....2....3...4...5...6.... The foot steps grew closer. He flung the door open and looked down at me with the blood shot eyes ive grown to know all to well. The features that looked old but were young. The short brown hair that threatened to turn grey with in days.
(Should i continue...?)
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:00 am
walk with me in the rain? (part two)
He picked me up by the collar of my shirt, and removed me from the closet "now hunny do you really want to stop daddy?" He asked in the deep raspy voice. I shook my head no as fast as i could and he smiled "exactly" he threw me across the room into the wall when i hit it became hard to breathe. I slid down the wall and landed with a soft thud on to the floor. I gasped for breath as he came walking twords me again "now are you going to stop daddy?" He asked i shook my head dizzy from being throw. And he smiled an evil smirk. It scared me when he did this. "Well hunny daddys friends are coming over soon are you gunna be good and do what we ask?" I nodded. His friends coming over was the worst thing possible.
I sat there and waited. After an hour i waited for the familiar steps of dads friends but then i had an idea but i didnt have long to see it threw. I grabbed my school bag and dumped everything out, i then filled it with my stuffed animal johnny and some clothes. After that was done i opened my window and looked down at the two story fall. I used the water drain right next to my window to slide down.
As soon as i hit the ground i looked up and saw my dad madder then ever looking down as me. I gulped and hoped this worked i ran as fast as i could down the street only pausing to look back to see if i was being followed. It was late at night and dark. I was cold, i had forgotten a coat. I stoped for a minute and looked around there were many houses around but i couldnt go into any of them.
I wondered the streets til the morning sun shined threw the sky. I looked around and more cars started to fill the streets. My bruises and scars were probably noticeable. I sat on the side of the road as tears started to stream down my face. I heird the familiar hum of the stationwagon that scared me so.
My head snapped up as i saw the green car pulling up. I got up tired, hungry, and in pain and ran into the woods. "Rea!" The voice called after me. But i didnt answer he had found me. And i wasnt letting him catch me this time. I saw a house up ahead and ran hoping it was open and no one was home. The back door opened easily so i slammed it shut behind me. And when i turned around a boy about my age staired at me with a shocked expression "help me! Dont let him get me" i cried and sobbed. He walked away for a few moments and came back with a woman and man about my dads age so i cringed away from the man the woman looked oddly like my mom so i clinged to her " help me" i cried..
(How is it?)
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 12:43 pm
I don't know if i'm allowed to post on here.. XD If i'm not, message me and tell me to remove it or whatever.
The second part is awesome and I really enjoy reading the story. I love the story line and everything so far.
One think I would suggest is adding more details and taking a little bit more time with the story. I know it's a short story, but maybe describing feelings, scenery, and things like that a little bit more. Other than that it's perfect!
Third part? :]
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:30 pm
Tyjaay I don't know if i'm allowed to post on here.. XD If i'm not, message me and tell me to remove it or whatever. The second part is awesome and I really enjoy reading the story. I love the story line and everything so far. One think I would suggest is adding more details and taking a little bit more time with the story. I know it's a short story, but maybe describing feelings, scenery, and things like that a little bit more. Other than that it's perfect! Third part? :] Comment and suggestion accounted for and its okay if you post here just no full blown conversations smile okay thankss
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 3:39 pm
OMG! I WAS DROOLING IN AMAZMENT
Continue! Please!
And in the next part, could you describe the family Rea had just ran into?
I want to get a better picture of them.
Lookin' forward to the 3rd part!
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 12:10 pm
walk with me in the rain? (part three)
i clung to the woman with all the strength my tiny body had. "help me please! don't let him get me" i said sobbing into her apron. threw water eyes i looked up and saw a bright green eyed woman look down with pitty at the little girl who just came for help.
"who sweety?" the gentle voice asked. my bright blue eyes looked up with deperation and replied softly
"my papa! he beats me and i think he killed my mamma, him and his friends make me do things that dont feel nice, they make me feel dirty" i said the woman nodded and walked away for a short second after i released her.
DIIIIINNNGG DOOONNNG
the bell rang threw the house and i stayed hidden in the kitchen while the man with the sandy looking hair and blue collared shirt went and answere the door. i heard the familiar voice i was running from "hello have you seen a little girl about 7 with brown hair and blue eyes run threw here? shes my daughter and she ran away im not sure where she could have gone" he said in the same tone that has gotten so many people to hand her back over to him.
but instead of what she was expecting the man replied in the same tine but a deeper voice "i'm sorry, we havn't but if we do i will notify the police" the door shut. A sigh thats all you heard in that silent room.
the woman began speaking into the phone "Hello, yes i have a little girl who is 7 and her father has been beating her and i thik she needs to be picked up from here" the woman said. for the first time i noticed the boy about my age, he had grey eyes and sandy looking hair to match his father but he was in a plain white shirt and blue jeans. i walked over to him "i'm Rea" i said softly
"i'm jaden " he spoke guarded.
the woman hung up the phone and pulled me aside "Rea? i have some people who are going to come get you and take you some where, a place you cant get hurt any more,okay?" she leaned down to my level and i nodded. "come on lets go clean you up" she smiled softly and held out a hand which i happily took.
[sorry its short i didnt have much time to work on it]]
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 1:56 pm
One word:
BEAST!
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 2:09 pm
Poem 1
happy, outgoing, joyfull.
three words
often used to describe me
but you don't see.
my pain,
my sorrow
my past.
what ive been through
what i'm going through
and what i think will happen tomorrow
Rape and molestation
two words people hate to hear
two words that can change a life
both are my past.
abuse, hitting hurting.
three more words that people cringe at
three more things that are my past
dad, uncle, babysitters son
three people with meaning
three people that are my past
abuse moslestation and rape
those words change my life
and so did those who cause me pain.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 2:46 pm
this i believe
(before you read, what is a "this i believe"? its a type of speech that has to deal with a specific event in your life that ties in with a motto that defines your life. most people have a negative event that helps fuel there motto. i am no exception))
when you look at me, you probably see a smile, but behind this smile is a sad story. An event so life changing, so common, yet so unheard of. This affects alot of us, but we chose not to draw attention to it or our selves out of fear.
I was four or five at the time. My mom and dad worked alot, so i was often babysat by my uncle, who as only 14 or 15. "he was just curious," as my grandmother had put it, later trying to defend her youngest son, my uncle.
My uncle molested my. making me do and experience thing no child should have to go threw at such a young age, let alone any age. After this happened for weeks and months i realized this was not a normal thing as my uncle urged me to "keep quiet" and to keep this "our little secret"
the last time i ever let him do this to me was not long after one of my birthdays. My grandmother lived nextdoor to a car dealership, where is also where she worked at the time.
that final day i looked up at my uncle with my blue eyes and in my small voice i spoke, "i have to go get my blues clues balloon i left at mom mom's work." i watched his face as i backed away, i didn't let him get near me. his eyes gave subtle hints that he knew i waas going to tell what he had been doing to me. when i knew i was near the door i turned around and ran, shuting the door behind me as hard as i possible could just hoping he didn't follow me.when i finally got to the dealership i seached for my grandmmother and soon found her at her desk. i pulled her hand and had to tell her the news no mother ever wants to hear. "Mom mom Uncle jay has been touching me." the words that changed my families life.
she called my mom at her work and she came and got me. she picked me up and took me to the police where i had to tell them everything. You know how in on T.V. shows you can see and guy handing the victem a doll asking where they had been tounched? well i had to experience that first hand. even in a small childs hands that doll looked like with a simple twist of the fingers it would crumble or turn to dust.
My uncle spent alot of time in the psych ward in the local hospital til they cleared him.
Even now, being older i still dont understand why he did that to me, but i do know that after that our family was never the same. My family fell apart, and i felt that because i told about what had happened to me, that it ws my fault. for the logest time i thought that, i still do sometimes when i see my family fight. I just have to remember i did the right thing but tell what he had done to me. it go him the help he needed.
My uncle go a girlfriend and gave birth to a beautiful little girl whom i have helped raise from the age of two. three years later he had a son who is just about one who i have also helped raise. Not 24 hours after his son was born did i pull him out of the hospital room ad say the three words that would change not only my life or his but my whole families lives. "i forgive you," are the three words thats gave my family the boost to become a family again.
"live for tomorrow and not for the past." thats my motto. everything happens for a reason althought it might not be clear at the moment. you might ask "why me?" you might ask "how come?" but you always have to look towards the future and see what good things it might hold for you instead of asking "what if?" thats what i did what i forgave my uncle fore what most people consider "unforgiveable." this is what makes me strong. this is what i believe is helping me threw life.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 6:34 pm
SheDevil822 Poem 1happy, outgoing, joyfull. three words often used to describe me but you don't see. my pain, my sorrow my past. what ive been threw what i'm going threw and what i think will happen tomorrow Rape and molestation two words people hate to hear two words that can change a life both are my past. abuse, hitting hurting. three more words that people cringe at three more things that are my past dad, uncle, babysitters son three people with meaning three people that are my past abuse moslestation and rape those words change my life and so did those who cause me pain. i love it and also if you don't mind i think you meant through than threw
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 8:01 am
Cloudy-Demon SheDevil822 Poem 1happy, outgoing, joyfull. three words often used to describe me but you don't see. my pain, my sorrow my past. what ive been through what i'm going through and what i think will happen tomorrow Rape and molestation two words people hate to hear two words that can change a life both are my past. abuse, hitting hurting. three more words that people cringe at three more things that are my past dad, uncle, babysitters son three people with meaning three people that are my past abuse moslestation and rape those words change my life and so did those who cause me pain. i love it and also if you don't mind i think you meant through than threw thanks i always get them confused
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