Don't Like, Don't read, Don't Flame
I will say this loud and proud. I AM A STRAIGHT MALE. I do not write shonen-ai, shojo-ai, yaoi, or yuri. Never. Not gonna happen. No way. Also yaoi&yuri=homosexual lemon. shonen and shojo-ai do not. At least, that's what wikipedia said.
Not updating that fast because A) Lazy Bastard and B) I'm trying to write a book. Might update soon, but since i got a new computer that doesn't have word I have to start all over on my stories in OpenOffice. Yay.
IT"S A MIRACLE! I ACUALLY UPDATED SOMETHING! WOW! Your welcome. Don't expect much later.
I believe in keeping the pairing out of the summary as not to ruin the story.
Possible up coming Stories
Naruto:
Kiss my Noodles
Summary: Trained by the Kyuubi and one of the most dangerous Shinobi alive, Naruto Uzumaki was taught by the best to be the best. Watch as he rises to be a God... amongst ramen makers.
Claymore
Peekabo, I see you
Summary: Raki use to pride himself on being sensible and rational as one can be in a worlld filled with Half Demons slaying Full demons. He was good at being sensible and he knew it. That is, until the nightmares carrying her came along. Trying my hand at a darker style of writing.
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven
Ninty-six percent of teens in the world today don't stand up or God. If you are one of the four percent that does put this in your profile.
Weird is good. Strange is bad. Odd is what you call someone who you can't decide what to call them. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, which means weird is good! If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!
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This is Bunny. Copy and paste Bunny into your signature to help him gain world domination.
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AND REMEMBER! 98 percent of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this in your profile.
And I'm proud to say I'm NOT of the 98 percent!
I read this poem on Mellie11 who read it on leafninja345435 who read it on Mitsukai no Shi, who read it on mitso-shadow, who read it on windmaster94, who read it on digiwildflower's profile. I think people should read this if they HATE child abusing. If you HATE child abusing like me copy and paste this to your profile.
My name is Sarah
I am but 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 can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the daylong
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says it’s my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's 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.
"I'm sorry!” I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh 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 Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
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Hi, my name is Kazu.
I like Writing and I like Athletics.
I am running down the road
I suddenly trip over.
I come home with a scatch on my knee.
My mummy begins to worry.
I tell her I am fine.
She sighs and says ok.
I am at school.
When suddenly I fall and hit a tree.
I am sent to the sickbay.
Then I am sent home.
Mummy takes me to the doctors.
The doctors tell mummy something.
Mummy starts to cry.
I tell her it's ok.
I'm not going to die.
She tells me I am starting.
Starting to be slower.
I don't know what it means.
But I have become sick.
I tell mummy it's ok.
I will become better.
Mummy starts to cry.
Do I have cancer?
Mummy says no.
Then what do I suppose.
As a year had past.
I struggle to walk.
My speech is getting slower.
It's hard for me to talk.
My friends like to help me.
My classmates like to run.
But I have to sit down.
And watch them have fun.
Then one day my teacher.
Comes to see mummy.
Daddy comes out.
And starts to get all snotty.
The teacher tells my parents.
I can no longer go to school.
My motion is too slow.
I ask the teacher slowly.
I am sorry I am useless.
I start to cry and beg her.
I want to go to school.
The teacher gives a smile.
And tells me she is sorry.
The school can't really help me.
The words were so cruel.
The day I had to leave.
My friends and classmates cried.
The boys upon the windows.
Wave to me goodbye.
I smile and sit in the car.
I am taken to a school.
A school with special people.
Just like me and you.
I start to have some fun.
I made alot of friends.
As many years passed again.
I talk too slow to understand.
I cannot run anymore.
And I struggle to even stand.
I cannot write in my diary.
My motion is too slow.
Then one day I am sent.
To the hospital again.
Now many years have passed.
I lie in a warm bed.
I cannot move my body.
I cannot move again.
I talk very slowly.
I cannot move my head.
My mummy sits there crying.
My daddy looks depressed.
I ask my mummy sadly.
Am I going to die.
My mother holds my hand.
Yells and starts to cry.
A few more years later.
I have to shut my eyes.
I cannot talk or move.
I seem to have died.
Copy and Paste this story about Kazu who was diagnosed with a rare uncurable disease, Spinocerebellar Degeneration, in your profile. This disease causes a failure of muscle control in their arms and legs, resulting in a lack of balance and coordination or a disturbance of gait. Support and send the message worldwide.
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