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Joined May '12

Hi! I'm very good friends with I'mAGoatFish so read her stories!

I love Maximum Ride!!!

I also LOVE the Beatles!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, and as i was reading the guidelines, because I do not want to lose my account or something, I noticed how it said you could never post authors notes as individual chapters, but in like a bazillion fanfics there are separate chapters as authors notes!! I am such a nerd.

I'm really good friends with I'mAGoatFish, so read her fics 'cause she's a really good writer and her fics are absolutely awesome!

Here's a tip: Don't ASSUME things, you'll just make an ASS out of yoU and ME.

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God

This made me soooo sad D: I legit almost started crying. It's so sweet and I hope this helps you guys choose to be pro-LIFE (:

Choose to be Pro-LIFE

Mommy
I am only 8 millimeters 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.

My name is Molly

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 Molly

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

Now you have two choices

1) repost and show you care

2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart

(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)

Now, for some less serious stuff.

Things I will not do in L4D/L4D2... Idea is someone else's from the Mario archive.

1. I will not tell the Witch the Tank broke up with her.

2. I will not hide Nick's gold rings then tell him Ellis stole them.

3. I will not record the fight that goes on when Nick beats up Ellis for "stealing his gold rings."

4. I will not make a betting pool on who can smoke the most, a Smoker or Bill.

5. I will not set up a blind date with a Spitter and a Hunter.

6. I will not get a Tank to chase the survivors into a spray-painted safe-room door at a dead end.

7. I will not tell Louis a Tank stole his pills.

8. I will not tell Nick that his suit sucks.

9. I will not throw Ellis's hat off Mercy Hospital and record him diving off the roof to save it.

10. I will not send the video of Ellis diving off Mercy Hospital to the other survivors or the infected.

11. I will not tell the survivors that people control them and they are just in a video game.

12. I will not tell Bill he's gonna die before he does in The Sacrifice.

13. I will not tell them they live in 2009 and we live in 2012.

14. I will not hide a couple of Tanks in every single saferoom I can find and lock them in there.

15. I will not tell the survivors the Infection was a practical joke, and the Infected are people in suits.

16. I will not watch the survivors go up to a Special or a horde and ask them if I'm serious.

17. I will not tape pipe bombs to the backs of survivors and set the pipe bombs up with timers but take off the exploding part and watch them beep like crazy while the horde chases them.

18. I will not take away the survivor's guns while they are sleeping.

19. I will not record the Special Infected noises with different tape recorders and hide them in various places.

20. I will not switch the tape of the Midnight Riders songs with a tape of 'Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows' and watch everyone's head explode.

22. I will not eat all the edible food in the saferooms.

23. I will not tell the characters people write stories about, make videos about, and play L4D/L4D2 all the time.

24. I will not take Louis's pills, Zoey's pistols, Bill's hat, Francis's vest, Ellis's cap, Nick's gold rings, Coach's food, and Rochelle's jewelry and flush them down the toilet.

25. I will not yell, 'valuable thing!' in front of a Karma Charger's path and watch Nick dive in front of the Charger.

26. I will not yell, 'TANK!!!' at a white propane tank.

27. I will not make a molotov propelled jetpack, fly away from the survivors and yell, 'SEE YA, SUCKERS!'

28. I will not tell a Tank Justin Bieber stole his muscle enhancing crap and watch the Tank beat him up. (Only I will)

29. I will not tell the Jockey Nick said he sounds like a girl.

30. I will not draw a moustache on Nick's face with a pink Sharpie. As well as the words, 'I'm a ballerina and proud.'

31. I will not tell Nick I'll wash his suit for 50 bucks then throw Zoey's jacket in the washing machine as well.

32. I will not put a bunch of Specials dressed in CEDA clothes into a large room with no windows and then paint a banner saying, 'CEDA EVAC' and hang it over the room.

33. I will not introduce the Jockey, Spitter, or Charger to L4D survivors.

34. I will not tell Ellis the zombies burnt KiddyLand to a crisp.

35. I will not tell the Witches the Survivors stole their sugar and honey.

36. I will not tell the L4D peoples that the L4D2 people replaced them and the L4D2 people stole their fame and glory.

37. I will put this on my profile to inform everone.

GO L4D AND L4D2!!!!!!!!!!! Thats Left 4 Dead and Left 4 Dead 2 to anyone who doesn't know what this is. :D

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