Okay, okay, so I haven't submitted anything to FanFiction... -sigh- I wish I could, but I write personal stories, not actual "fan fictions" that depict what I'd like to see (or in this case read) in certain media titles. Not to mention I'm paranoid of someone stealing my ideas. . Buuut, with inspiration, I might eventually get to writing something. In the meantime, I still have a couple of writing tricks to learn & hope to get a book published someday! :3

My name is Lucifer

I am 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 do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to 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 to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is Lucifer
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
Now i roam the underworld,
to help those in need.
I may seem evil,
but i'm not.
And if you read this
and don’t pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are affected,
Do something about it!

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 an 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's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents

unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
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 cry's
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 mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom 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 mom 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