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Hi, I'm a teenage girl who likes to write and has an endless imagination. I love reading, art, sports, singing, listening to music and learning what I can about anything. Spending time outside is something I cannot live without, I enjoy going outside and gazing at the sea of silver stars above me. It just goes on forever, darkness overlaping itself, constalations blazing, the moon shining bright...the universe is so big, and full of life. It's a heady feeling, knowing that you are so small compared to the world around you. Just one small flicker of light next to a blazing wildfire.
When you stand in a crowd, do you fade away? Or is there something about you that makes you different, that makes people step back and admire you, not just look through you with empty eyes? I'm not talking about looks here people, I'm talking about what makes you you. Your laugh, your sense of humor, hobbies, taste, sense of judgement, morals, temper, intellect, ect. A stranger walking past learns none of this, all they see yet another person taking up space. Why should they care about whether or not you have feelings? They don't. So I figure that if someone who just saunters past me can't learn anything about just who I am, then what about people on this site? They might actually read my writing and learn something about me. That is a good feeling. Even if you say that you hate my work and think it belongs in the trash, you at least looked instead of glancing away.
To everyone one who took the time to sort though all the mumbo jumbo that I typed above, I thank you and hope you like my stories!
My fictionpress link: http://www.fictionpress.com/~singingsorrows
Me: My real name is Emily, yeah, yeah, yeah, it is boring, but get over it.Ok, I'm a natural blond(yup, I've delt with all the dumb blond jokes) with green/golden eyes, an awsome athlete(okay, I guess it really doesn't look to good for me does it? I mean, I'm blond and a jock? Whoopie, that is just icing on the cake.) I'm an artist, as in I love to draw, both realistic and anime. Hmmmmm, what else? Oh, yeah and I love to write Hmmm, something that you really should know about me is that well...I tend to...procrastinate...okay "tend to," is an understatement, but you know what? I always get everything done (even if I do have to stay up all night). Well that wraps that up!
Favorite Authors: Jeaniene Frost, Keri Arthur, Kim Harrison, Karen Chance, Vicki Pettersson, Talia Gryphon, Richelle Mead, Tamora Pierce, L.A. Meyer, Alice Brochardt, Patricia Briggs, Alison Croggon, Kate Constable, Ellen Hopkins, Jocelynn Drake, Lilith Saintcrow, Lurlene McDaniel, Rachel Caine, L.M. Elliott, Christopher Paolini...and so many more. I love to read.
Likes: =) the mountains, nightime, art/drawing, music/singing, sports, animals, learning, hanging out with friends.
Favorite Funny/ Serious Quotes: It's all fun and games untill someone gets hurt...then it's hilarious.", "The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.", "A friend is someone who comes in when the rest of the world has gone out.", "A friend will stop you from overreacting, a best friend will walk beside you giggling 'somebodys gonna get it.'", "Friends ask you why you're crying. Best friends already have the shovel ready to bury the loser who made you cry.", "We are the people our parents warned us about.", "Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.", "I tried seeing things from your point of view, but I just couldn't stick my head that far up my ass.", "If ignorance is bliss, then shouldn't people be a whole lot happier?", "Judge me & I'll prove you wrong. Tell me what to do & I'll tell you off. Say I'm not worth it & watch where I end up. Call me a bitch & I'll show you one. Fuck me over & I'll do it to you twice as bad. Call me crazy, but really you have no idea. =)~", "A good friend will come bail you out of jail. A best friend will be sitting next to you saying 'Damn, we fucked up.'", "Whoever said anything was posible obviously has never tried slamming a revolving door.", "That which does not kill me had better run pretty damn fast.", "Best friends are the fairy tales of life. They've been there since once upon a time and will stay there untill ever after."
Girl: Slow down!
Guy: No this is fun!
Girl: No it's not! Please, it's way to scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I love you. Now slow down.
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
She gave him a big hug.
Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.
In the newspaper, the next day, a motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure.
Two people were on it and only one survived.
The truth was, that half way down the road the guy realised his breaks were out and he didn't want the girl to know.
Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so she would live even if it meant he would die.
If you would do the same for the person you love, copy and paste this into your profile. (I love this little story, it makes my heart ache, but its words ring true. Sooo, true)
Drunk Driving Poem
(a sad poem about the reality of drinking and driving)
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending
Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom...I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
I was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say goodbye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
(This poem means a lot to me, and I hope it does to you too. When I read it in class, I thought that I just had to put it out there for others to read. I hope that you have taken something from it.)
Now excuse me, I have minds to twist and values to warp. (JK. I don't really do stuff like that...or do I?)