|Illusion of a Storm|
Author has written 1 story for Princess Tutu.
Well, I'm new at the whole author stuff, I would really like support and help from more experienced authors :D
Please read my first story! : "The Other Kingdom's Princess"
Just For Fun!
Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver.
Parents spend the first part of a child's life teaching them to walk and talk. The second half is teaching them to sit down and shut up.
"The dinosaurs extinction wasn't an accident. Barney came and they all committed suicide."
They say "Guns don't kill people, people kill people." Well I think the guns help. If you stood there and yelled BANG, I don't think you'd kill too many people.
If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
Flying is simple. Just throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Please Note: CHRISTMAS IS CANCELED Apparently you told Santa that you have been good this year...he died laughing.
Education is important, school however, is another matter.
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
I agree with the dictionary- girls before guys, partying before studying, and friends before love.
Whoever said nothing was impossible never tried slamming a revolving door.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away, if you aim right.
Don’t knock on death’s door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that.
Your chances of getting struck by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky and yell "Storms Suck"
Last night I was looking up at the stars when suddenly I wondered, "Um, where the heck's my ceiling?"
Cheese will rule, do not deny the truth.
Everyday I think people can't get any stupider. Everyday I am proven horribly wrong.
It is better to dwell in the wilderness than with contentious and angry women.
A vase is basically a flower torture device; you rip it from its home, put it in a small container and watch it die slowly.
Randomness is an idiot's greatest gift!
When life gives you lemons...
...make apple juice, then sit back and let the world wonder how you did it.
...throw them back and demand chocolate.
...smell 'em and say, "I love the smell of citrus in the morning."
...alter their DNA and make SUPER LEMONS!
If you have ever zoned out for more than five consecutive minutes, copy this into your profile.(more like 2 hours in my case...)
If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.
My best friend is insane, if you agree or if you have an insane friend than copy this to your profile.
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 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
Things To Ponder:
Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?
Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"?
Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
So what's the speed of dark?
How come abbreviated is such a long word?
A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a Train stops On my desk, I have a work station..
If quitters never win, and winners never quit, what fool came up with, "Quit while you're ahead"?
Why don't they just make mouse-flavored cat food?
Whose cruel idea was it for the word "lisp" to have an "s" in it?
If money doesn’t grow on trees, then why do banks have branches?
What disease did cured ham have?
Why do alarm clocks “go off” when they start making noise?
Why do we yell “Heads up!” when we should be yelling “Heads down!”?
How can something be both “new” and “improved”?
Why do we shut up, but quiet down?
How did the “Keep Off the Grass” sign get there in the first place?
Thanks for taking your time to read this useless profile...;P
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