I'm sure most of you are here for one of three reasons. 1. You've read one of my stories so you want to learn more about me. 2. I've reviewed one of your stories so you want to know more about me. 3. You are a stalker and want to learn more about me. If you are either 1 or 2, then keep reading, and if you are three, I live in the deepest part of the Atlantic ocean, so please come visit me.

About me as a writer: I love adventure stories and that's what nearly everything will be. They range from nonsensical comedy stories that will keep you laughing to depressing stories that might bring a tear to your eye. I try to make my stories as unique as possible, and while they might not be good, you won't find much else like it on the site. I rarely have much of a story planned when I first publish it. Normally I get an idea in a dream or a brief scene will come to me and I'll know I have to try writing it.

Me as a reader/reviewer: I've found that I'm one of the more critical reviewers on the site. I won't tell you it's awesome unless it is. I'm willing to point out flaws and problems in a story, so please don't be offended by that, since I'm trying to help. Don't think I'm an arregent egotist because of this. I admit, when I started writing on here, I was a terrible writer, and while I'm getting better, I still have a lot to improve on.

Some information about me as a person : I'm a 19 year old, male, freshman computer science student. I live in USA, Ohio to be slightly less vague. I can be quite sarcastic and people tend to think I'm slightly illogical at times. Can't think of much else, but if you want to know, go ahead and ask.

Current Projects:

Separated but not Apart. Chapter 26 Rise of the Black Phoenix debuting Thanksgiving weekend.

Future Projects (in order of importance)

Journey of a Midnight Soul: A Tales of Symphonia Self Insert. The chapter's I've written I've had a lot of fun with, and am getting some ideas in my head for this story. I can promise you, this won't be like most self inserts.

Red (Suite Life): A supernatural/fantasy based story. I havn't decided too much about this yet, but after the reviews from the first chapter I really want to continue this.

Unclouded by Hate (fictionpress http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2702556/1/Unclouded_by_Hate) : Most go through life only seeing the pieces of the picture they want to accept, but this is the story of one who was called to see and understand much more. Our world is only a small piece of the grand puzzle. My first original story, and while it only has one chapter up so far, I've written the second, but it still needs work.

Project X (TSL): This is something I've had planned for a while, but you'll have to see what it is. All I can say is that it's another action/adventure fic.

4. Serious copy and paste things

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." At my core, this is who I am.

If someone has put in the time and effort to write a story here, I feel it is only right to at least give feed back. One review can make a authors day, even if it is something simple. If you take the time to read a fic then I only assume you have the time to tell them what you thought of it. Copy and Paste this in your profile if you agree with it

Warning, these are a bit longer

The faith I claim

I do not claim that the road will be easy, for the path will be long and winding.
I do not claim to understand it all, for no mortal ever could.
I do not claim to be in a religion built by man, for those all fall short
I do not claim to deserve salvation for we have all fallen into sin
I do not claim my talents as my own, for nothing is truly ours
I do not claim to be perfect, for I am nowhere close

I do claim to know he who knows the road I travel and will walk alongside me.
I do claim to know the one who created the universe and understands it all
I do claim to be in a relationship with the creator of the heavens and earth.
I do claim to have received the undeserved forgiveness that has saved me.
I do claim to have been blessed by my creator and strive to use his gifts to spread his love
I do claim to know the one who was perfect and bore my imperfection setting my free

Copy and paste this if you agree

My faith: Jesus:

Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...

He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...

He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...

He had no army, yet kings feared him...

He won no military battles, yet he conquered the Word...

He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...

He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today

Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us...

If you believe in God and Jesus Christ his Son

then copy and paste this in your profile

READ TIL THE END! A girl went to a party and

she ended up staying longer than she

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 killed and

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 97 of teenagers will not stand up for God?

Repost this if you truly
believe in God

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what

"If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in front of my Father"

STAND UP FOR HIM!

51 of people won't re-post this

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.

True story, this actually happened to me

A single mom was doing her best to raise her son, while maintaining her job, and was doing everything she could, but their roof kept on leaking, and there was no way she could get the money to put a new one on. Even after much prayer, she had no idea what to do, but one day at church, one of the leaders approached her and said "I understand you need a new roof, and the church is willing to help you." She had never asked them for help or even told anyone at the church about her problems.

On that Saturday, many members of the church showed up at her house, and in a single day, tore the old one off, and put the new one on. Cars were parked along the street several houses down in each direction. In a truly incredible expression of God's love the family had a good roof over their heads. The mom said it reminded her of of an old fashion barn raising.

When things seem bad, don't give up on God. He may not answer prayers in the way you think, but many times, he will completely blow your mind.

I am the guy that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the guy that people look through when I say something. I am the guy that spends most of his free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the guy that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the guy that doesn't spend all his time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the guy that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the guy that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the guy who knows and is proud to be who he is, doesn’t care if people call him weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, , who can express himself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a girl to complete him, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and, if you are anything like me, so the girls, and guys who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone.
Taken from my friend's profile who is of the feminine variety, so if I call my self a girl in there, that's why. I am far from normal and love it that way though.

Odd quote time

"When all else fails, try bashing your head against the wall some more" my friend.

"You here that? That was me throwing sense, logic, and sanity out the window!" and “Logically, yes, but I just nuked logic.” me from Tales of a Parody of a Self Insert

"Everyone here wears a mask and no one will try to pry it off" Regal Bryant Lover

"If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it." Toni Morrison

"God doesn't always whisper in your ear, sometimes he hits you upside the head with a baseball bat." my aunt.

How to know if you're an author

You talk to yourself a lot.
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself.
When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. The worst part is that he answers, and it's sometimes hard to know which one is really me.
After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, "Wow,this stuff is great for sugar highs...'Cookies!
You live off of sugar and caffeine. I don't really like coffie, but get me in a random mood, and strange things will happen to my characters.
You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth.
You're e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.
You tend to collect Bic Stics off the ground like picking pennies off the ground.
No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.
Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
People think you have A.D.D.
You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101. English=evil

Too board now, updating more later