There is so much unspoken pressure behind writing these About Me's -_-

I'm Ruth :) I'm 19 years old. I'm obsessed with books and writing and creating and learning and dreaming. I've got a BIG family and we've got a little house. Plus two dogs and a duck. Ha di ha. I've been on Wattpad since 2010 and I think its AMAZING. You can learn so much and its such an awesome platform for new writers to get the feel for the pen. I have learned a ridiculous amount since I joined. I've got a long way to go but the journey has been great ♥

I hope you enjoy my stuff! It's rough and I'm constantly changing things and learning more and scrapping old stuff. I've had a hard time with uploading because my laptop BROKE, my usb pen drive (full of all my stories and ideas and drafts and whatnot - everything I've written since I was 14) broke, and my internet connection right now is beyond shoddy. But yeah. 

Sorry I can't accept any story requests right now! For the reasons relayed, it's kind of impossible.

If you've fanned, read my work, voted, and/or commented, I thank you ♥ You're awesome.

I am a God-fearing individual and this is a non-hating page. To those who might have something negative to say about Christianity, please take yourselves elsewhere. As my wise mother once taught me, "If you don't got something nice to say, don't say nothing at all." ;)
Thanks and God bless you!
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Everybody's Fool

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Description: It all started with a Facebook status. Marli Rivers is used to not being noticed. She’s no idiot and knows that in order to gain a position in the popularity ranks, you have to have the looks and the money to back it up. She doesn't. And she’s...

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Ashtria posted a message to BeautifulRose16
Hi!I absolutely loved your story 'forever yours', its really good!I truly appreciate the religious element in your story (you hardly find it nowadays!) as I am a christian myself.I wanna wish u  the best for your future endeavors.May the Almighty bless you and your family.
A little somethin' somethin' I've been working on ;)

How strangely she danced.
Strange, with the twisting, sharp turns of a futuristic dancer, her arms cut holes in the dusky sky. She did not laugh or sing as the others did – her eyes were closed, her mouth open though no sound came out. She twisted lithely and crouched down, grasping her bare ankles. Then all at once, she sprung up again, leaping into the air like a young doe, tearing off her veil, her hair flying out like a curtain behind her. In her face was pure, untouched joy: a joy too profound to be adorned with smiles or laughter; a joy too wondrous to be acknowledged as such.  
The timbres shook and shuddered in the hands of the white-clothed girls. They bore a tremulous beat that with every step grew more and more ominous to the ears of the soon-to-be captors that waited silently for their prize. Veils slipped – heavy twists of black hair, caramel hair, sprung loose and danced gleefully, zealously, on the wings of the wind. The song grew in pitch and in intensity. The girls were close now, so close that the men could make out their features – the thick, winged eyebrows, the dark, young eyes, the sunburned skin. The girls had spread out along the rows of grapevines; they broke up in clusters and stood still, each group of them, at the openings between the rows. The timbres were given one last shake. And then… silence.
There was a collective intake of air – both for the ill-fated girls and the waiting men. Then, with a clap, a jump, a spin, the girls in front leapt forward and the singing burst forth again.
The men tensed. They watched, fixedly, and counted the beats.
Hello. I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if you possibly know anything about @ForeverYoung411 ? You are one of only six people they're following, and I figured that you may know them. Any information would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!