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racheldowtod

Member Since 2015-02-07 -:- Recomendations : 0

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    Hi I'm new
     
    Just signed up recently in fact so any and all advice on how to write a story would be the absolute best thing ... PLEASE
     
    NOTE I'm one of those people who's best ideas come when bouncing them of other peoples ideas
     
    [ON MY KNEES BEGGING]
     
    That being said any and all ideas on what you think will happen in my stories or what you would have done instead i would love to have as i go along
     
    [ON MY KNEES BEGGING AND GIVING YOU PUPPY DOG EYES]
     
    I don't mind comments on how my writing sucked [so long as they say what I could do to fix it]
     
    I don't mind people saying how they would have writing it less dialog more dialog how they thought it should of gone [all comments wanted]
     
    I love it when people point out any missed spelling and grammar mistakes
     
    I encourage this in fact as it will help me get better in my writing. Also if i got a name or any piece of info wrong concerning characters [NOT MY OC's] let me know if I've got it wrong so as i can correct it
     
    NOTE I will let you know in my authors notes [at the start of each chapter/stories] if i will manipulate info on characters to my benefit and the benefit of my stories
     
    [ON MY KNEES BEGGING AND GIVING YOU PUPPY DOG EYES AND WHIMPERING]
     
    This is a true story
     
    A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your Kindness will be rewarded.
     
    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 after all, 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever. 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 2 choices:
     
    1) Repost this message, or
     
    2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
     
    "They hurt her"
     
    About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell... They believed them.
     
    FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
     
    Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.
     
    If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.
     
    Also about six years ago in Indiana Carmen winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school,trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill.when she didn't submerge,the police were called.They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body,with her neck broken from hitting the ladder,then the concrete at the bottom.The girls told everyone she fell.They believed them.
     
    FACT:About two months later,16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't re-post it.when he went to take a shower,he heard laughter,started freaking out,and he ran to his computer to re-post it.He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep,but five hours later,his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone.A few hours later,the police found him in the sewer,with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
     
    Even google her name-you'll find this to be true.
     
    If you don't re-post this saying "they hurt her" then Carmen will get you,either from a sewer,the toilet,the shower,or when you go to sleep,you'll wake up in the sewer,in the dark,then Carmen will come and kill you
     
    So, let me get this straight...Kelsey Grammer can end a 15 year marriage over the phone, Larry King can be on divorce #9, Britney Spears had a 55 hour marriage, Jesse James and Tiger Woods, while married, were having sex with EVERYONE. Yet, the idea of same-sex marriage is going to destroy the institution of marriage? Really? Re-post to your page if you are proud to support equal rights
     
    This is weird, but interesting! If you can raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! Paste this to your profile if you can read this! Cause, I could read this passage perfectly.
     

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