Name: Well, a lot of people know me as Sean.

Age: What does it matter when great writers and readers can exist at all ages? (Yeah, that's just another way of not telling you)

Gender: Male.

Location: "Somewhere... out there... beneath the pale moonlight..."

I joined this site on August 30th, 2010. I work on fanfics when I'm not busy, though I might not have much time to seeing as how I have schoolwork and other daily things to come to terms with. During breaks I update more freely, though. I'm a fan of the usual, as in music, video games, books... meh, don't really watch TV. I'm a big metal and rock fan, though at times a bit of soul, funk, rap, country, and jazz is rather good as well! I'm just very varied in general, and can likely find something good in all genres. Need an example? The quote that's my location is from a song that definitely ain't metal or rock. I sure as hell don't own it either.

About video games! I'm a very, very dedicated player. I play a lot of the COD series, and I'm a pretty good RPG fan too. Well, in terms of the Elder Scrolls series. It's insane. And also Fallout. Some other games that I play are the Assassin's Creed series, Dead Space, GTA, Red Dead Redemption, Fallout (oh how I love it), Bioshock, Gears of War, Silent Hill, Dead Rising, and some other games I can't name off the top of my head right now, but still love equally. I play whenever I get the chance, and I own different consoles. Hardcore gamer, I am.

Regarding books... Well, Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl, Hunger Games, Giver, and others are quite good. Some books I can think of that aren't really part of a series but are still rather impressive are The Book Thief, Ender's Game, Milkweed, Watchmen, The War of The Worlds, Great Expectations, My Antonia, To Kill A Mockingbird, World War Z (BIG ONE) and others. I'm a fan of no particular genre, since a vast variety of genres all grip my attention. All genres have fantastic writers after all. I'm a decent anime/manga fan as well, with my favorite series being Black Lagoon and Naruto. I really don't read all that much, but I'm a hardcore fan of what I do read.

And about me as a person? Well, I guess you can say I'm a rather easy going dude. I rarely become infuriated, which, I'm sure, is a good thing, and I usually just ignore at insults that people ever toss at me. They're insults, so they can't do anything to you if you don't let them. Well, unless you say something that really gets on my nerves, or you consistently try to annoy me, we're cool. I can be funny, but I'm pretty serious at times too. In general, I don't bite. I'm a nice guy. Trust me. (evil laugh)

Well, what else? Enjoy my writing! I'm always seeking to expand on what media I write fanfics about, as long as it may take :P. See ya!

(Oh, and I do not have an unnatural fixation with cows. I was out of ideas and came up with something random. Maybe it had to do with RDR. Hmm...)

:) :( :D :/ :o ] [ ,( :0 :$ :{ ...And moving on... Some things for you to think about...

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 afterall, 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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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 two choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

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 day long

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 its 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!

Month One

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this. Somewhere. Now.