Author has written 7 stories for Gakuen Alice.
Hello there!!! im not sure if anyone still reads or actually cares for this
but im stuck im officially stuck im not sure were im going with my stories anymore i might just possibly remove them and rewrite them evebntually im still not sure whats going to happen. SATS and ACTs are coming up and its time to settle down and study up but im sure im coming back evetually!!!! so not to worry something will get posted up soon enough!!!!! Happy NEw YEars everyones
Ok Hey Guys Quick notice This is Alwaysbtheir!!! But I Have Change my penname To TheBadSun~!
--Alwaysbtheir/thebadsun [Same person btw ^^"]
Hello there! I am Vanessa And Im 17 yrs old. My Home town Is Chicago Illinois But i recently Moved From their and im in Now Texas, Houston
-I Think Music is Life, and i cant go a day without listening to my Ipod
and thats basically all i can think of right now so sry like i said i dont have much to say ^^"
iAlso about my writing in the beginning I know My writing sucks Sooo Bad x.x because even i say it sucks[bc i was and probably still am a newbie , but now that a few time has pass my writing has gradually improved
so please Dont Mind My Sucky First Chapters ^^" and please do enjoy. Im Glad that many of you reviewers still enjoy My stories though So thank you for the reviews =)
FANFICTION: MY ANTI-DRUG. because, who has time for drugs if you're reading and plotting and writing and checking reviews? If this is true for you, copy and paste this to your profile.
Random quotes i like
"Just to spite you, I will go to hell!" -Unknown, when talking to religious protesters
The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on. - Robert Bloch
Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers. - Homer Simpson
Never argue with an idiot. They'll just drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
I'd tell you to go to hell, but I work there and really don't want to see you everyday.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.
When in doubt, push random buttons!
Fighting is mind over matter. I don't mind, and you don't matter.
Keep smiling; it makes people wonder what you're up to.
Love your enemies. It gets them really confused.
Don't piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies.
If being an idiot hurt, then you would be in constant pain.
Artemis Fowl quotes:
We're being led by an idiot with a crayon." - Julius Root
"Captains short life is in danger so push the button before i climb that tower and push it with your face - Julious
Why don't i just move in with you? do your Ironing while i'm at it - Foaly
SHUT UP JULIUS, I mean quiet for a moment commander - Mulch
a Cd? How quaint we have these in museums - Holly
All this melodrama someone has to poke fun -Mulch
Oh brilliant, I must write that one down in my witty retort book - Mulch
Butler could kill you in 100 different ways with out his armory though i'm sure one would be quite sufficient - Artemis
My bugs dont have bugs- Foaly
Artemis Fowl II: Let us proceed under the assumption that the fairy folk do exist and that I am not a gibbering moron." Artemis
Believe me, he is not here. If he were, there would be a lot of screaming - Artemis
Now before we get into anything, ladies, no scratching, no spitting and no tattling to mummy. -Butler
"Confidence is ignorance. If you're feeling cocky, it's because there's something you don't know." Foaly
You've got twenty minutes to cry or say your prayers or whatever it is you females do, then I'm comin' a callin" Julius
No offence, Commander, but your brother hits like a pixie" - Trouble
Right, enough talk. I think it's time Mister Vassikin was introduced to my friend, Mister Fist - Butler
No, mademoiselle, I would not like to see the children's menu. I have no doubt that the children's menu itself tastes better than the meals on it. I would like to order ? la carte. Or don't you serve fish to minors - Artemis
I said no. Now back off, Mister Carpet Man. Don't make me break a nail. - Juliet
"Looks like the gang's all here. And guess what. I don't like gangs." Julius
"Being in command means making tough decisions. Not being in command means shutting up and doing what you're told. - Julius
I swear, if I weren't such a fan of mockery myself, I would have you tossed out of here on your combustible behind.- Foaly
The time paradox
"Mulch Diggums strolling by, what are the chances of that?"
"Zero. Absolutely none. I would bet my pension on it."
(Someone taps on the trunk door.)
"No. Not even you."
"Just how large is your pension?"
"I do not believe it. I refuse to believe it. It's impossible!"
(More taps on door. swearing.)
"What a gutteral voice. Very like a dwarf's."
"It could be Butler."
"Swearing in Gnommish. Hardly."
So light a fire!" Harry choked.
"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?" Harry
"Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier.
As though an invisible hand were writing upon it, words appeared on the smooth surface of the map.
For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what you are doing that is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or having a thumbwar with yourself. Crazy is when you type up all your favorite sayings, print them off and tape them to your wall, just for something to do. Crazy is when you print out a hundred-some-odd page story just to read it in the middle of an asembly at school, aloud, to your friends. Crazy is when you bet your teachers money that you can recite the script of a movy/play without missing a single line or subline and win 500 from it. Crazy is shouting "I'M EVIL! AND I LOVE CHOCOLOTE COVERED COOKIES!" and cackling like a witch at a public place. Crazy is reading something completely random until three in the morning the night before a major maths exam, and still acing it!Crazy to me is staying up late trying to either finish reading an awesome ff till late in the morning (or if your an author wrting/typing/plotting) On a SUNDAY, only to realize you have to go to school in 2hours!! If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list!
Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the 5 percent who aren't, copy this onto your profile and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Shadow929, The Astrology Nerd, brown-eyed angel of music, piratesswriter/fairy to be, The Gypsy-Pirate Queen, watching-waiting-wishing, 100-percent-Harry-Potter-obsessed, iluvdavidwright45, dianeandnumairareahotcouple, windsoftiti, Ilovethelittletacos...Ilovethemgood, i-have-issues-deal-with-it, phyco-muffin, Kingdom of Naruto, MewMewApple101, Alwaysbtheir
I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book.
"Girls Don't Realize These Things"
But most of all
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'
If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'
HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the 2 nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago & made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads & asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her . It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter camp aigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
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