Author has written 6 stories for Harry Potter, Star Wars, Avengers, and Fairy Tales.
Hi! i've never had an account before, so i'm not sure how to write this. let me say a little about myself.
1. I belive in God the Father, His son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost
2. I have a problem with actually writing the stories, their all in my head, i just have to get them down.
3. I'm in Slytherin, and though i was a little uneasy at first, i found that with the right amount of sweaters, the dungeon common room is really quite cosy.
4. I'll respect you if you respect me.
5.I love Harry Potter, Star Wars, Disney, LOTR, Danny Phantom, Sherlock Holmes,Shakespeare, and a plethora of other things to numerous to count (It really depends on the day, and what I'm drawing at the time)
6. I really hope one day to write and illustrate my own comic books and novels, but for now, I'm practing here, and having a swell time doing it!
7. AU, good AU is awesome. I love AU...if it's good.
Hmm...thinkthinkthink...there's so much to say! well, i just hope i can write as wonderful fanfiction as some to the other authors and authoresses gracing this sight!
well, see you soon, so long and thanks for all the fish!
"The 6 truths of life...
1. You can't lick all of your teeth with your tongue.
2. You just tried to do the above.
3. The first truth is a lie.
4. You're smiling now because you're realizing you're an idiot.
5. You'll copy this into your profile for some other sucker to read it.
6. There's still a stupid smile on your face. XD
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Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
This was just so sweet I had to put it on my profile.
SOMEBODY'S RAISING THEIR KID RIGHT!
One Nation, 'Under God.'
One day a 6 year old girl was sitting in a
classroom. The teacher was going to explain
evolution to the children. The teacher asked
a little boy: Tommy do you see the tree outside?
TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?
TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see
if you can see the sky.
TOMMY: Okay (He returned a few minutes later)
Yes, I saw the sky.
TEACHER: Did you see God up there?
TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see
God because he isn't there. Possibly he just
A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions.
The teacher agreed and the little girl
asked the boy: Tommy, do you see the tree outside?
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy do you see the grass outside?
LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher?
LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?
LITTLE GIRL: Then according to what we
were taught today in school, she possibly
may not even have one!
(You Go Girl!)
FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT'
II CORINTHIANS 5:7
A girl about seventeen was out with her friends one night and time passed quickly as they shared their experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid, it was a small town and her house was only a few blocks away. As she walked under the tall elm trees Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. when she reached an alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it. however, halfway down the alley she noticed a man at the end of the alley as though he were waiting for her. she became uneasy and began to pray for God's protection. Instantly a feeling of calmness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.when she reached the end of the alley she walked right past by the man and arrived home safely. the following day she read in a newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the alley only twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by the fact that it could have been her, she wept. thanking the Lord for her safety and to help the young women, she went down to the police station. she felt she could reconize the man, and told them her story. the police asked her if she could willingly look at a lineup to see if she could reconize him. she agreed and immediatly pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man as told he had been identified he broke down and confessed. the officer thanked diane and asked her if he could do anything for her. she asked him if he could ask the man one question. Diane was curoius 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 it or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God?
Repost this is you truly believe in God...
P.S. God is always there in your heart and will always love you... if you stand up for him he will stand up for you. I bet 93 of you will who read this will not repost 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 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