What I'd like to say about myself... hmm. Well I've been writing since I was fourteen which would be uh - counting on fingers -6 years? Yeah, whatever. Anyway I love to write, but I have been way too self-concious about my writing and too afraid to share it until recently. Now I am posting my work a little bit online to see if people totally hate me or totally love me. So if you read my work please tell me what you think, but I would also appreciate it if you could tell me where I can improve. "It's great" or "I completely hate it" comments alone are good, but I'll never make it better without explanations as to why, eh?
Anyways, a little about me. I love to read and write and have recently gotten more into fantasy, though I was reading and writing realistic fiction stories before. I also love animals (horses above all else), swimming, and camping. I am twenty years old and I am married and have a two year old son who is just freakin incredibly adorable. I am currently a stay at home mom. And that is all I can think of to say hehe.
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 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 Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
We need to stop child abuse!
Help Support This and Put This in Your Profile
(P.S. I did not write the poem myself, I just saw it in another profile stating to post it in my own profile if I am against child abuse. I am extremely against child abuse, and I think this is a powerful poem against it. Just wanted to say that so I don't take credit for a poem that isn't mine, no matter how good it is. I've gotten a few comments that have made me wonder whether or not people think it is mine, so ya.)
Anyways, a little about me. I love to read and write and have recently gotten more into fantasy, though I was reading and writing realistic fiction stories before. I also love animals (horses above all else), swimming, and camping. I am twenty years old and I am married and have a two year old son who is just freakin incredibly adorable. I am currently a stay at home mom. And that is all I can think of to say hehe.
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 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 Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
We need to stop child abuse!
Help Support This and Put This in Your Profile
(P.S. I did not write the poem myself, I just saw it in another profile stating to post it in my own profile if I am against child abuse. I am extremely against child abuse, and I think this is a powerful poem against it. Just wanted to say that so I don't take credit for a poem that isn't mine, no matter how good it is. I've gotten a few comments that have made me wonder whether or not people think it is mine, so ya.)
- Last seen on Oct 29 4:43 PM. Member since November 2, 2007.
- I am a 20 year old woman from Washington (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a stay at home mom.
- I have 181 comments, 3 contests, 13 stories
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Cammie Dawson grinned excitedly as she hiked up the long trail with her best friend, Chloe Sanders. The two of them loved to go hiking together, and this time they were in a beautiful forest they hadn’t yet explored, five mil1200 words, 2 comments, October 17, 2008. In Fantasy
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loyda on January 23, 2008i am glad you liked my idea
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HannahYellowBannana on November 28, 2007I really think that your page poem is very supportive of the fight aginst child abuse.Your story made me think that stuff like that accually happends to kids.I will definitly support the fight against child abuse.
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SageSyren : Welcome to SW on November 6, 2007Hi SummerLion;
My Username is -Syren- and everyone on the site simply calls me Brooke. I would like to welcome you to the StoryWrite web site. Our site is a community of people who all share a common desire to write, in some form or another, and to hopefully become a published author sometime in the future.
You may notice a gold medal by your name. This is a free trial membership. This shows you what options you have if you were a paid member of Storywrite.com. After one week the membership expires and you become a regular member.
I would also like to take this time to let you know about the new members group on the site. This group was set-up to show you how to post your work onto the site and to give you an understanding of how the reading/reviewing of your work actually happens on the site. If you have not already done so, I would suggest you take a peek into this group and see how this process works. http://storywrite.com/group/info/New+members+group
Along with a new members group we have a New Members Contest. This months theme is being thankful. http://storywrite.com/contest/2791
It is recommended that all new members to the site give serious consideration to joining a writing group as a method of assisting them in becoming an active member of the site. It is a place to make new friends and get helpful critiques. I have include below a few quick tips that have proven to be very helpful to new members in doing some of the basic functions necessary to get yourself set-up and running on the site.
There are some very helpful and entertaining columns on the home page. One in particular is fun things to do around Storywrite http://storywrite.com/column/show/161
To find all the emoticons http://storywrite.com/column/show/53
Chatterbox conduct. http://storywrite.com/column/show/57
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On the right hand side of the page is where you’ll find all you need to edit yours stories, change your user info, change your picture, etc. Thank you for joining the StoryWrite web community. Keep penning.
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