![]() Author has written 3 stories for Artemis Fowl, and Sherlock. A little tidbit about me well is suppose I should start with telling the world a little about myself. I am not the average teenage fan girl. I am, well, rather obsessive. I am a totally a nut for the BBC shows Sherlock and Dr. who. I mean my god how can a girl resist actors as hot as Matt Smith and Benedict cumberbatch. I so totally have a shirtless picture of him on my phone...oh never mind don't want to creep people out TO much. anyway I am currently working on my first official fanfiction. I have written a lot of fanfics but never really wanted to post anything, until now. until I have gotten a very very, very good idea. Any way this section is suppose to be about me don't want to get to side tracked. In complete honesty I do view myself like the 10th and 11th doctor. I am one of those people who will be like completely set on something and then out of the blue "SQUIRRL!!!!" so, just as a warning, beware of my complete randomness. I think I will chose not to tell you my age, this being the internet and all. never know if a 40 year old rapist is reading right(I know I have a morbid since of humor). personally I don't think anyone will even read my profile or my fanfiction I just want it to be there if they ever do. all my life I have longed to write. all I want to do is tap on a key board, it is like a physical need. I have always dreamed to give my writings to other. I think that if I have a idea that can potentially entertain someone for a period of time why shouldn't I peruse it. anyway if you do happen to be reading this because you think that I may actually have some writing potential, i am Carla Moore and I appraise it. sincerely, Carla Moore I was reading my friends profile and I saw these and considering I have a hart I just had to post them... 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 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! 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. If you are against abortion, copy and paste this into your profile, or Act like it never touched your heart A seventeen-year-old teenage girl 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? That boy you punched in the hall today? Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut today? She's a virgin. The boy you called lame? He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the stairs the other day? She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of cause of his ugly scars? He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. You think you know them. Guess what? You don't! Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but re-post this if you are the 1% with a heart. now that I am officially depressed I think ill post something happy!!! :) Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake. The average person can't. this is this cat this is is cat this is how cat this is to cat this is keep cat this is a cat this is retard cat this is busy cat this is for cat this is forty cat this is seconds cat Now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top down and I bet you can't resist passing it on. If you've ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy and paste this into your profile If you act random most of the time, copy and paste this into your profile If you are wondering what it would be like to have wings, copy and paste this into your profile If you are in lala land most of the time copy this into your profile. If you don't have a myspace and you don't want a myspace, copy this into your profile. If you're part of the .0000000001 percent of people who does NOT have a MySpace, copy and paste this into your profile. If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile. |
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