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  Heeeey guys!!!

My name is Lexi, but you can call me BlackTide if you’d like.
I joined SW in hoped of getting comments and feedback on my writing. I also joined to real others work and I have. I know many people on here who write well even though I’m new.
I L-O-V-E to read and write. I'm reading "such a pretty girl" by Lauren Wiess.
My favorite book of all time is "Speak" by Laurie Halse Anderson. It's really good, if you haven't read it you should. I checked her website (I think its writerlady.com), and one thing that was disturbing is that after she wrote the book she got e-mails from guys asking what was wrong with rape. That's sad that they even had to ask, what has society done to us?


Stories I’m Working On

Welcome to Hell, Enjoy Your Stay - Julia Mason is a hard-core Resistance member in Laeso Denmark. But when she is captured and taken to Ravensbruck woman’s concentration camp, Lane Johnson—her best friend—must learn to take up responsibility and protect her self as well. Will she go looking for Julia? Will she rescue her? or will she just live her life?
------------------“The water rushed around my flailing limbs and splashed against my face. I sputtered and coughed, the only thing driving me on was the constant fear of being caught. I tried to turn my head to see if they still followed, just to get salty water in my eyes and mouth. I coughed again then pushed onward toward Joshua, who was a few feet ahead.
“Josh!” I cried weakly as I swept a few more feet back by the pounding waves. I was shoved beneath the water by the hefty waves and for a few moments floated wearily in the ocean. My eyes were open, and it was an amazing sight, seeing little fish, seaweed… then Josh’s hand flew around my waist and dragged me to the surface. I gasped for air and pressed close to him.”

A Broken Reflection – Sarah Bann has lived seven years of her life in misery. Since her parents’ divorce, where she got stuck with her father, he’s been beating her. She’s changed drastically, she drinks, smokes; she’s a prostitute, drug-addict, and a bully. Now when things get out of hand, can she pull herself back together?
--------------------“Sometimes realization is a good thing. It brings out your inner self and helps you to understand the inevitable. It brings reality closer than imagination, and separates fact from fiction. But sometimes, living in question is better than facing the truth.
This is what I’ve learned after seven years of being beaten. I’ve learned that staying in the dark is easier than facing the truth. I’ve learned that beer does funny things to you. I’ve learned that heroin makes me feel better. I’ve learned cigarettes are the key to happiness. And I’ve learned that sex is easy money.
I’ve learned that family is fucked up.”

Miracle (title suggestions welcome) – When Jessica Cruz saves a baby from being aborted her life changes. The baby grows and doesn’t know what to think when she learns about her past (I’m working on the plot).
-----------------------“A miracle, still wrapped up in her mother’s womb. Too young to know. Too young to understand. She was so small, so helpless, and so scared… she was so little, yet she knew she wasn’t ready, like any person would have common sense not to jump off a 50 story building.”


My Favorite Writer(s)

Artificial.Smiles – Read her stuff, it rocks.


My Stuff

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Sometimes things are hard, you can never understand the world and what kind of things are going on. The sadness is unbearable. But somehow, you manage and pull through. You make it, you drag yourself out of the water and you don't drown, you live. You live and don't give up. ------ Copy and paste this on your profile if you've been through something hard but made it through.

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 girl !! 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'm okay. I'm in heaven now with God. He told me what abortion is. 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. Take this and if you have a heart, place this on your page.
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Abortion gives each child a soul before its even in the mothers womb. Don't destroy what God has made. Copy and paste this on your page if you agree.
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MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL

PLEASE READ TO THE VERY END, IT IS BEAUTIFUL!!!























'MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL'

You say you will never forget where you were when

you heard the news On September 11, 2001.

Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room

with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I

held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the

peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it

is OK..I am ready to go.'

I was with his wife when he called as she fed

breakfast to their children. I held her up as she

tried to understand his words and as she realized

he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a

woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been

knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.

'Of course I will show you the way home - only

believe in Me now.'

I was at the base of the building with the Priest

ministering to the injured and devastated souls.

I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He

heard my voice and answered.

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,

with every prayer. I was with the crew as they

were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the

believers there, comforting and assuring them that their

faith has saved them.

I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan .

I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.

Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew

every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me

for the first time on the 86th floor.

Some sought Me with their last breath.

Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the

smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take

my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.

But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day. You

may not know why, but I do.. However, if you were

there in that explosive moment in time, would you have

reached for Me?

Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey

for you . But someday your journey will end. And I

will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may

be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are

'ready to go.'

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

God



During the next 60 seconds, stop whatever you are

doing, and take this opportunity. (Literally it

is only 1 minute.) All you have to do is the

following:

Stop and think and appreciate God's power

in your life, for doing what you know is pleasing to

Him. If you are not ashamed to do this, follow the

instructions. Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of Me, I will be

ashamed of you before My Father'

If you are not ashamed, copy and send this message...only

if you believe 'Yes, I love my God. He is my

fountain of Life and My Savior. He Keeps me going day and

night. Without Him, I am no one. But with Him, I can do

everything. Christ is my strength.'



THIS NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE USA MANY TIMES SO PLEASE KEEP IT GOING. WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT?
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(sorry guys my comp. won't let me put up the picture)
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If you look closely at the picture above, you will note that all the Marines pictured are bowing their heads. That's because they're praying. This incident took place at a recent ceremony honoring the birthday of the corps, and it has the ACLU up in arms. 'These are federal employees,' says Lucius Traveler, a spokesman for the ACLU , 'on federal property and on federal time. For them to pray is clearly an establishment of religion, and we must nip this in the bud immediately.' When asked about the ACLU's charges, Colonel Jack Fessender, speaking for the Commandant of the Corps said (cleaned up a bit), 'Screw the ACLU.' GOD Bless Our Warriors, Send the ACLU to France . May God Bless America , One Nation Under GOD! What's wrong with the picture? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

GOD BLESS YOU FOR PASSING IT ON!

I am not breaking this one....Let us pray

Prayer chain for our Military...please don't break it.

THIS NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE USA MANY TIMES SO KEEP IT GOING.

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Listen to the sounds of the sun rising and the moon falling and tell me you are God. For only He can hear those things. Listen to the voice inside my head and tell me you are God, for only God can hear my thoughts. Look at me and and say something kind, do not judge me, tell me exactly who I am, exactly where I came from. For only God can do these things.

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SW Newbery Winners, here are your awards:

1st:  I'll add them soon.