hi this is amyleefan14

Posted in Uncategorized on June 4, 2009 by amyleefan14

hi paladin! :)

so i took down seven years of bad luck

Posted in Uncategorized on November 29, 2008 by amyleefan14

idk if you guys remember but some crazy bitch plagerized my story. well then she kept emailing me saying i stole it from her but then she said i was pretending to be her beta or some shit. she’s really young she says shes fifteen on her site but i know shes really twelve and obviously she has issues. she said i stole her story and tried to get me to take it down. she even emailed my ex bf and called him a nasty name. she stole my story but told people i stole it from her. shes really obsessive and crazy. then her mom emailed me and said i made her cry and now she wasn’t writing anymore or some crap. this crazy girl and her mother kept harassing me so i just decided to take the story down so theyd leave me alone. 

 

sorry!

i know all about you

Posted in Uncategorized on November 8, 2008 by amyleefan14

the ppl who pretended to be friends with me on godawful.net i know who you are. and i know where you are.

the sword

Posted in Uncategorized on October 22, 2008 by amyleefan14

a/n: heres my new story hope you like it no ev what the hell. i was gonna have weight of the world but couldn’t find accurate lyrics.

 

Anne Boleyn sat alone in the tower of London. She was going to die. All because she’d had sex with her brother. How could Anne Boleyn do something so wrong? She looked at her black beady eyes in the golden mirror. “I am still beautiful” she thought. Her long dark hair hung down like a flowing cascade of black oil. “But today I will die.” She said. Anne Boleyn was a gothic rose, and now was her time to wilt. She remembered her youth, running around her families really big house her bare feet against the cold stones. Her brother George, chasing after her. Oh how she’d loved him. His lightly tanned skin against her paleness. His touseled blond hair in the morning. Anne remembered it all so well. it was a dark and stormy night. The wind was blowing threw the windows into her room. It felt like ice against her skin. Anne slipped out of bed and to her brother’s room. “George I’m cold.” “Slip in my bed” he said. She lay down next to him and watched him drift off to sleep. “So peaceful..” Anne thought. “I want to kiss him” she thought. So she did kiss his red lips. Then his eyes opened. “Make love to me George” she whispered and he did. Threw the next few years Anne and George stole moments to be lovers whenever they could. Then came the whore named Jane. From the moment he met Jane, George was no longer Anne’s. Jane was bad for him Anne knew from the start. It started when Jane stole Anne’s poetry from her desk and mocked it mercilessly. She took a pen and made marks all through it, telling Anne what she had done wrong though it was clear Jane herself had no clue what good writing looked like. From then on Anne made it clear to Jane she disliked her. Anne was the tallest rose and she would not let Jane steal her sun. Anne also knew Jane was cheating on George with a whole bunch of other guys. And Jane couldn’t have children with him because she kept getting abortions. As Jane stole her brother from her, Anne tried a different path. She got involved with King Henry VIII who loved her deeply. He divorced his haggish wife to marry Anne and all was well with the world. Except Anne couldn’t have a son which wasn’t her fault. Henry then began to tire of her. Anne knew she had to get pregnant but didn’t think Henry could do it as he wasn’t really capable down there. So she begged George for one more night. One more. “No Anne I love Jane.” He said. “Please George.” “No.” “C’mon it will make us both happy.” And so he gave in and they made love over and over again. But Jane somehow knew of it. And she told Henry VIII. And now Anne was going to die. Anne kept brushing her hair. She put on her long black dress. She painted her face white as snow. And she cried. Her ladies guided her out to the scarfold. There was the sword. A blindford went over Anne’s eyes. And it was over. Her brother had died the day before but they would be together in heaven.

poem from brian

Posted in Uncategorized on August 17, 2008 by amyleefan14

my bf brian wrote me a poem i want to share with you it’s so romantic!

 

Cecilia of the skies, 

I see my future in your eyes.

Your milky ivory skin,

Untouched by other men,

Is calling to me.

You’re mine, Sissy.

 

Your soul is the darkness inside,

Inevitability from which you cannot hide.

Your hair is soft as silk, 

Your skin is white as milk. 

I want to bind myself to you,

And for you to be bound to me, too. 

 

You are my hope,

Removing my sins like soap.

I would die for you,

But I’d want you to die with me, too. 

You are a flicker of light,

In the darkest night. 

 

Cecilia of the skies,

I see our future in your eyes.

Our love will last long after we’re dead. 

We will wash clean when the water runs red.

You are worth more than gold.

Sissy, you know you own my soul. 

 

 

isn’t that the most beautiful thing ever?

abortion

Posted in Uncategorized on August 15, 2008 by amyleefan14

i didn’t write this so don’t use it to accuse me of more plagerism or whatever.

This really makes you think….

Dear Mommy,

I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus’ lap. He loves me and 
cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be 
your little girl. 

I don’t quite understand what has happened. I was so excited 
when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet 
comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty 
far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my 
surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. 

Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between 
you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with 
you.Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard 
Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better 
soon. I wondered why you cried so much. 

One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I 
couldn’t imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, 
the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came 
into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I 
began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe 
you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I 
was screaming and screaming,”Mommy, Mommy, help me 
please; Mommy, help me.” 

Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I 
thought I couldn’t anymore.Then the monster started ripping 
my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It 
didn’t stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror 
as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I 
was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you 
say how much you love me.

I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans 
to make you happy. Now I couldn’t; all my dreams were 
shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain 
of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything 
to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful 
death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had 
done to you. 

I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I 
didn’t know the words you could understand. And soon, I no 
longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.I felt myself 
rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful 
place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. 

The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He 
loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked 
Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, 
“Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels.” I 
don’t know what abortion is; I guess that’s the name of the 
monster.

I’m writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I 
wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted 
to live. I had the will, but I couldn’t; the monster was too 
powerful. It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of 
me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I 
tried to stay with you. I didn’t want to die. 

Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. 
Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through 
the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.

Love,

Your Baby Girl

*this is so sad it breaks my heart!*

If you think that abortion is wrong and as terrible as it really is 
then you will send this to everyone you know to inform them 
of how terrible it is if you dont, you’re heartless. Please send 
this too anyone you can.

i wrote seven years of bad luck stop saying i didn’t

Posted in Uncategorized on August 12, 2008 by amyleefan14

its my story and i wrote it and alyssa just spread storys i didn’t cuz she’s a bitch! stop being mean to me i’ll delete all your comments as soon as i can figure it out!

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