Author has written 13 stories for Pokémon, Chaos Walking series, Dragon Quest Series, and Cause of Death.
Hey everyone! I'm DarkAngel443, but you can call me Eimear.
I'm from Ireland, I love reading and writing (a tad obvious) and I love music. (I play piano, accordian and pipes.) I love urban fantasy books, they are without a doubt, my favourite genre. I'm also obssessed with Cause of Death. (Go Kemy!!!!) I swear, Cause of Death makes me look forward to Mondays.
Cause of Death: 26 Moments:I'll hopefully keep this one going until Z as long as you guys want me to keep it up! Will likely contain a lot more Kemy, some Maltara and even some Kaiha.
Ghost of a Girl: I wasn't expecting such a good response to this one... :D It'll be hopefully be updated on a regular enough basis.
Everyone gets frustrated and aggressive, and I'd sooner take my aggression out on a guitar than on a person. - Paul Weller
Aggressive, tough and defiant may describe me, but that leaves the impression I'm mean and I'm not. People expect me to have fangs. -Joan Jett
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. ~Leopold Stokowski
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. ~Maya Angelou
Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces - Judith Viorst
I don't understand why so many "so called" chocolate lovers complain about the calories in chocolate, when all true chocoholics know that it is a vegetable. It comes from the cocoa bean, beans are veggies, 'nuff said.
LIST TWELVE OF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER (CUT AND PASTE) Revised to include Cause of Death
1. Amy Chen
2. Artemis Fowl
3. Kai Kalaba
4. Opal Koboi
5. Larten Crepsley
6. Ken Greene
7. Mal Fallon
8. Natara Williams
9. Ice (From PR: Shadows of Almia
10. Sven (From PR: SHadows of Almia. Again, I don't know his second name)
11. Mika Ver Leth
12. Kate Davis
1. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
Ken and Mika? No. And while it would be... interesting, no.
2. Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
Opal Koboi? I've never seen her and I forget how she's described in the books so I don't know...
3. What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
Kate get Natara pregnant? That could lead to interesting repercussions... I don't thnik MAl would be too happy though.
4. Can you recall any fics about Nine?
About Ice? Yeap.
5. Would Two and Six make a good couple?
Artemis Fowl and Ken Greene. Ken's being paired with an awful lot of people that aren't Amy... I do not like this one bit. :P
6. Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
Larten/Ice or Larten/Sven. That's just ewwww. Neither. Larten is like 200 years older than Ice and Sven. I'd rather Sven/Ice if i had to choose.
7. Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
Amy/Natara fluff? No there's an idea... :P Still prefer KenXAmy though.
16. When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Larten Crepsley. MAybe about a month ago?
(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (9) runs off with (7). (1), brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with (11) and a brief unhappy affair with (6), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (12).
Amy and Mal are in a happy relationship (Ken will not be pleased with either of them. :P) until Ice runs off with Mal. (This just gets worse) Amy, brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with Mika (no comment) and a brief unhappy affair with Ken (Brief?! Unhappy?! Never! :P), then follows the wise advice of Larten and finds true love with Kate. (AmyXKate. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this... If I wasn't an avid Kemy fan, I might actually consider it.)
18. How would you feel if Seven/Eight were in a fight?
Mal and Natara fighting? It depends on what the fight was about. A squabble over something trivial could be amusing... I wouldn't like it if it was serious though...
19. What would you think if you found (5) was a really good friend of a sibling or relative of yours?!!
Larten Crepsley. I will go and kidnap him. :)
20. How would you react if you saw (8) and (11) in a closet together with a rubber ducky?
Natara and Mika. I probably close the door quietly and walk away.
21. How would you feel if (2) dissed you in the worst possible way ever?
Artemis Fowl. Hmmm... I might sue for emotional damage and get some money... Heh heh
22. You just came home from school and all of your friends hate you, your teacher just gave you an F on the most important project of the year (just imagine it happened for the smart alecks out there), and your parents have grounded you as your teacher had already called and told them of your grade. You open the door to your bedroom and you find (10) rummaging through your stuff. What do you do?
-Fangirl squeal!!!!!- Sven!!!!!! I'd run over and give him a hug. ;P
23. What would you think if (1) was emo and had tried to slit his/her wrists? If (1) is already emo/slit his/her wrists already, what would you think if (1) became the most optimistic person in the world?
Amy... It's a possibility after Ken's death... better not happen though...
24. What would you feel this second if (4) gave you a daisy right now?
Thanks Opal... Do you not have any chocolate left?
25. (6) has just stolen your hairbrush. What is the first thing you would say?
Errrmmmm. Please don't hurt me for asking Ken, but what do you want with my hairbrush?
26. (7), (9), and (4) have banded together at 3 in the morning and starts to sing the most annoying song you know as loud as they can, waking you up. What is the first thing you think?
Mal, Opal and Ice! They wouldn't sing... Would they?
27. (2) and (11) are your teachers. What would you do?
Hmmm. I'd learn loads from Artemis but not very uch from Mika (He can't read or write) I'd probably be trying to keep on Mika's good side though. I don't want him killing me. ;P
“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel"
“We do not stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
Money can't buy happiness. But it sure makes misery easier to live with.
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.''
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.
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Try Not To Cry
Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great, huge crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye.
I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now, And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest
When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could
please listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I to cancel the date. I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech