yo! hey guys! i guess that i should start off with what i like,huh? well i like anime, cats, veggies, writing, music, drawing, and manga. what i hate are dogs, spinich, long hair, and mean people.

And by the way i'm a girl. don't let my pen name get you confused there. you see my mom wanted to name a girl michal, but spelled m.y.k.a.l. but then she married some one with a famouse last name, and it didn't fit right. Well anyway, all i have to say now is that i only came onto this web page 'cause i love to write, my dream is to become a writer/illistrator. so i'm gonna write my own versions of Naruto, bleach, La corda d'oro, and many more! so keep up! oh, and please review and tell me about what you think of my storys! thx!

I hate racism. so i love this joke!

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said, "Listen sir. When I was born I was BLACK, when I grew up I was BLACK, when I'm sick I'm BLACK, when I go in the sun I'm BLACK, when I'm cold I'm BLACK, when I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, when you're born you're PINK, when you grow up you're WHITE, when you're sick, you're GREEN, when you go in the sun you turn RED, when you're cold you turn BLUE, and when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away.
Post this on your profile if you hate racism!

this story is sooo amazing!

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?

Without GOD, our week would be:

Sinday,

Mournday,

Tearsday,

Wasteday,

Thirstday,

Fightday,

Shatterday.

Repost this if you are not ashamed of GOD.

Why do we ((sleep)) in church,
But stay ((awake)) through a 2 hour movie?
Why is it so ((hard)) to talk about God,
but so ((easy)) to Gossip?
Why are we so ((bored)) when we look at a Christian magazine,
but find it ((easy)) to read Playboy?
Why is it so easy to ((ignore)) a Godly Facebook Wall Post,
Yet we ((repost)) the nasty ones?
Why are ((churches)) getting smaller,
But ((bars and clubs)) are growing?
Think about it, are you going to repost this?
Are you going to ignore it, cause you think you'll get laughed at?
Would You Have Read This if it Said... Read This In Gods Name.

80 percent of you wont repost this.

Jesus Christ said:

"If you deny me in front of your friends I will deny you in front of my father"

i love this story. i read a simular one like it and it made me cry. please re-post it!

PLEASE READ.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have two choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

you better cry from this one!

[5:49:12 PM] Fife: My name is Lilly 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 cant
do a
wrong
I cant 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 Charlies bar
I hear him curse My name is called
I press myself Against the wall
I try to hide From his evil
eyes Im 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
Hes 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,
'Im 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
Sprawled on the floor My name is Lilly
I am three, Tonight my daddy
Murdered me And you can help
Sickens me to the soul, And if
you
read
this and don't pass it on I
pray for your forgivness Because
you
would
have to be One heartless person
To not be affected By this Poem
And because you are affected, Do
something
about
it! So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE
AGAINST
CHILD
ABUSE!

PUT YOUR NAME HERE:

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Mykal Alyssa

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

If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!!

PUT YOUR NAME HERE:

Sakura240

Mykal Alyssa

I got these all from Sakura240! Glad that she posted these on her wall 'cause i love these things!=\^-^/= and i hope that more people will re-post from my profile too! if you don't, then just as all these post say, YOU HAVE NO SOUL! (thx)

This is just sad, i hat abortion.

There once was a girl and she was pregnant. Her mother made her do it month 1: hi mommy. im in your stomach. it is very comfortable in here. im not ready to leave yet. month 2: mommy, im still very small. but i cant wait to meet you! month 3: im starting to grow! before you know it, ill be big and strong! month 4: mommy im a girl! arent you proud? i cant wait to be your little princess:) month 5: guess what mommy? i have hair. i really like it. month 6: mommy, why are we at the doctor? what is that mean man saying? what is an abortion? what is that needle for? oww! mommy stop him! it burns! i cant get away from it! mommy i am an angel. i met this nice man named jesus. he told me what an abortion was... why didnt you want me? i thought you loved me... well i love you. jesus told me that he will love me and raise me to be big and strong...

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Mykal Alyssa