Author has written 24 stories for Criminal Minds, Happy Days, and NCIS: Los Angeles.
Okay so I've never really been an expert at this whole "So tell me about yourself" thing because I guess I'm just afraid that I'll either reveal to much or not enough about myself. So, I'll do the best that I can. Anyway, here it goes…
Hello, my name is Heather. You can either call me Heather or Briar (It's the French version of my name) or by my username, SamanthaReese. If you're a fan of Person of Interest, then you'll know exactly how I got my username.
I absolutely love to write. If you have ever met me in real life, then you'd know that I'm a very shy person. I feel as though writing is the only way I can truly express myself. I'm not the bragging type. So I'm not going to tell you that I'm the greatest fanfiction author ever. I'll leave that up to you to decide. I know that not everyone is going to love my stories. And I'm okay with that because I know I can't please everyone. And I'll be the first to admit that even I don't love a few of my own stories, but I refuse to delete any of them. I guess they help me to want to do better at writing.
Random Facts About Me
My birthday is December 23rd. (I'm a Capricorn)
I have no sense of smell.
I can speak four different languages: English, French, Italian, and Spanish.
I have six siblings: four older than me and one younger than me.
In 2005, I lost a sister in a car crash.
Blue, red, yellow, black and purple are my favorite colors.
My favorite type of food is Italian.
I love chocolate.
Two of my ancestors signed the Declaration of Independence: Richard Stockton and Dr. Benjamin Rush.
I've written several poems, but have yet to have any of them published.
I hope to someday write at least one successful novel.
I love doing impressions of other accents.
There's a possibility that I may be related to the Brewster's and Gibson's. You read that correctly. No need to read it again, unless you just really want to.
I was bullied in school, but I somehow managed to survive it.
Queen Marie of Guelders was my 14th great grandmother.
I have an INFP personality type.
I have trouble with trusting others.
When It Comes To Fanfiction
I am slow at updating. Just thought I'd warn you all about that.
I'll probably never post a romance story. Sorry, but those just aren't my type of thing.
Once I start writing a story, I intend to finish it. No matter how bad it may turn out. (Sorry, but I'm not going to be one of those authors who abandons a story, simply because they don't like how it's going.)
If I end a story in a cliffhanger, then I intend on writing a sequel for it.
I hate author's who think they're better than everyone else. (Calm yourself down. You are not the King or Queen of fanfiction. We're all here for one common goal and that's to write and post stories. Not to tear each other down in the process.)
I love receiving reviews, but if you send me a very hateful and cruel review, then there's a chance that I'm going to call you out on it.
JASON GIDEON IS NOT GONE, HE IS JUST HIDING UNDER AARON HOTCHNER'S DESK. COPY AND PASTE THIS TO YOUR PROFILE IF YOU URGE HOTCH TO LOOK UNDER HIS DESK.
If you've ever gone upstairs or someplace and when you got there completely forgotten what you went there for in the first place, copy and paste this into your profile.
92 percent of teenagers would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this into your profile if you'd be part of the 8 percent laughing your ass off.
If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile.
94% of teenage girls would scream and die if Edward Cullen was found on top of the Empire state building, ready to jump. Copy this onto your profile if you'd be part of the 6% laughing with a bag of popcorn in one hand, a video camera in the other hand, yelling into a bullhorn you stole from a rabid fangirl, " JUMP, YOU SPARKLEY FAIRY BASTARD! " (damn that was funny!!)
My name is Tiffany. I am three,
My eyes are swollen. I cannot see,
I must be stupid, I must be bad,
What else could have made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.
I can’t speak at all, I can't do a wrong
Or else im locked up all day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark and my folks aren’t home.
When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get one whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back from Charlie’s bar.
I hear him curse. My name is called
I press myself against the wall
I try to hide from his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault he suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me and yells at me more,
I finally get free and run to the door
He’s already locked it and i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me against the hard wall
I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken,
"I’m sorry!" I scream, But its now much to late
His face has been twisted into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain again and again
O please God, have mercy! O please let it end!
And he finally stops and heads for the door
While I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor
My name is Tiffany. I am three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me
If you believe that child abuse is WRONG and needs to stop, repost this!
Five thruths of life:
1. You cannot touch all of your teeth with your tounge!!
3. You are smiling now because your an idiot!
4. The first truth is a lie!
If you have said something that had nothing to do with the current conversation, copy and paste this on your profile.
Put this on your profile, if you ever pushed the door that said pull.
98 of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times that you can quote it word for word. And you do at random moments; copy and paste this in your profile.
Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile
93 percent of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile.
If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times that you can quote it word for word. And you do at random moments; copy and paste this in you're profile.
If you have a very wide range of interests, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you're paranoid, copy this to your profile/signature!
If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just one review, paste this into your profile.
If your friends are WEIRD (But not as weird as you) put this on your profile.
If you think that being unique is better than being cool then put this on your profile.
If you think that Fan fiction absolutely ROCKS, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you think that writing or reading Fanfic stories is fun, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you have ever cried when your favorite character died/almost died, copy and paste this into your profile
If you think that anyone with a profile this long HAS to be a good, creative, cool writer, copy this into your profile and spread the love of everything awesome!
If fanfiction is to you what myspace is to other people, copy and paste this in to your profile.
If you think that the kids should stop chasing Lucky and leave the leprechaun alone, then copy and paste this into your profile.
If you think Fred should just let Barney have the freakin' Coco Pebbles and stop chasing him, then copy and paste this in your profile.
95 of people would go nuts if Edward Cullen jumped off a building.
If you are weird, insane, crazy, odd, not-normal, a freak of nature, psychotic, random, or anything similar, copy this in your profile.
If you hate it when new-comers barge in, declare themselves supreme rulers of your fandom, and begin trying to define what's cool and what isn't, PLEASE copy and paste this into your profile
If you think fanfiction contributes to society and people ought to get placed in Guiness books for it, copy and paste this to your profile
Judge me, and I'll prove you wrong. Tell me what to do, and I'll tell you off. Say I'm not worth it, and watch where I end up. Call me a bitch, and I'll show you one. Call me crazy, But you really have NO idea. Have a problem with me, solve it. Think I'm tripping, tie my shoes. If you don't care what your haters say about you (And/or love the attention they give you) copy and paste this on your profile.
If you're one of those people that gets excited with just two reviews, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever cried when your favorite character in a movie, T.V. Show, video game, or book died, copy and paste this into your profile.
Mommy I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
You know what Mommy I'm a boy! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Mommy my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!
Mommy I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried post this in your profile
My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he Talked His friend out of suicide.
See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.
See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.
See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.
Re-Post this if you are against bullying.
FANFICTION- UNITED NATIONS!! Has anyone else noticed how a lot of us get along and make friends on here and we can be from completely different countries? WTF!? We're here making world peace on the INTERNET and we have all those ambassadors and senators and whatever struggling with it!! If you realize this (or read this and agreed) copy and paste this and add your name and country (country is optional) to the list. SPREAD THE PEACE!!: Naruto-fan-Okami-chan (USA), NaraTemari011 (Puerto Rico), Lala girl in Lalaland (USA), Kakashi Forever (England), ChiyoChiyamamoto (USA), Mischa Rowe (Australia), Ita-hime (Canada), Little-bad-Angel(Austria), Bloody.-.Fang5507(USA), Greywing44 (USA) CrayoTino18 (Mexico) Ianthinarum (Australia) girl-with-the-feather-pen (England) thedoctor10whovian (USA) HermioneMaggieJareau (USA)
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 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 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.
You can repost this or you can pretend it never touched your heart.
To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity
1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.
2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.
3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.
4. When caught sleeping at school/work/wherever you are not supposed to be sleeping, and you are woken up, shout, "AMEN!"
5.Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.
6.In the Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write For Marijuana
7.Finish All Your sentences with 'In Accordance With The Prophecy'.
9. Skip down the hall Rather Than Walk and see how many looks you get.
10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
11.Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go'.
12. Sing Along At The Opera.
14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play tropical Sounds All Day.
15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You have a headache.
17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream'I Won! I Won!'
18. When Leaving the Zoo, Start Running towards the Parking lot, Yelling 'Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!'
19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner,'Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go.'
20 And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity .
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