Author has written 11 stories for Twilight, Inuyasha, Avatar: Last Airbender, Maximum Ride, Naruto, Homestuck, and Supernatural.
Hey. I go by Kira on here and that's fine, I'm used to having stage names and pen names and all that. If you know me in real life though, Please call me Moon. I've matured a hell of a lot in these past years and I've finally gotten back to publishing my writings. My likes and dislikes remain much of the same, despite new fandoms popping up all over the place. I'm keeping some of the memes on here, I find them funny, but some of them are now downright offensive and childish so they've gotten the boot. Seth is up and jumping around as my muse, begging me to continue writing and publishing, so I've finally gotten off my lazy ass and done so. I'm going off to college now, and my first fanfic published was wow... about seven years ago. I'm up as a beta-reader now, too, but expect me to be slow as I fumble my way through college-that warning applies to my fanfics as well. I'm also now on AO3 under the name MoonisthenewKira and some of my oneshots will be cross posted here.
List twelve characters from Fruits Basket in no particular order:
1. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
2. Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
3. What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
4. Can you recall any fics about Nine?
5. Would Two and Six make a good couple?
6. Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
7. What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having IT?
8. Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fic.
9. Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
10. Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic.
11. Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
12. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
13. Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five?
14. If you wrote a Song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?
15. If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warning be?
16. When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
17. "(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (9) runs off with (4). (1), brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with (11) and a brief unhappy affair with (12), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3).
"Arisa and Hana are in a happy relationship until Akito runs off with Yuki. Arisa, brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with Mitsuru and a brief unhappy affair with Kana, then follows the wise advice of Haru and finds true love with Kyo. "
What title would you give this fic?
18. How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon?
I Love my Dad:
At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping
When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him
When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to
When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to
When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch
When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You
When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him
When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked
When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus
When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you
When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You
And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
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. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Twilight and Maximum Ride, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone: Iheartjake, TeamJacob101, Boysareadrag, The Dawn Is Breaking, twilite addict, The Lonely Teenager, AliceDaSpaz, Skittle.Rocke, Silent_Broken_Heart, St. Fang of Boredom, Kira and Seth
If you've ever tried Alchemy by clapping your hands together, or by drawing a transmutation circle, copy and paste this onto your profile.
Funny things writers post: INUYASHA YO MAMA FIGHT!!
Kikyo: Yo' mama so dumb she couldn't pass a blood tests!
Sango: Yeah well, yo' mama so backwards she sits on the TV and watches the couch!
Kikyo: Well, yo' mama so stupid she heard it was chili outside and brought a bowl and a spoon!
Sango: Well I heard yo' mama took a spoon to the super bowl!
Kikyo: Well yo' mama so backwards she was asking for a price check at the dollar store!
Sango: Yeah well yo' mama so clumsy she got tangled up in a cordless phone!
Sango: Yo' mama so tall she backed flipped and kicked Jesus in the face!
Miroku & Inuyasha: Oh!
Sango: What! What!
Miroku & Inuyasha: You just got served! Again!
Sango: Say what, say what! Demon slayer Sango comes in many flavors!
Miroku: What flavor can I have?
How to Tell if You're a Writer
-If you talk to yourself.
-If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. ‘I wonder why I talk to myself so much?’)
-If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. ‘Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word ‘deliver’ could mean removing someone’s liver?’)
-If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, ‘Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!’
(If you live off of sugar and caffeine.
-If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet.
-If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
-If, when replying to someone else’s e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether.
-If you tend to collect the Bic Stics people leave lying around, kind of like picking pennies off the ground.
-If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper.
-If the letters are starting to wear off on the keys of your keyboard.
-If people think you might have A.D.D.
-If you think it’d be cool to have A.D.D.
-If you start constantly talking in third person, past tense.
-If you think about making lists like this, and start giggling for no ‘apparent’ reason.
-If your friends don’t even bother to look funny at you anymore when you start giggling for no apparent reason.
-And finally, the number one way to tell if you’re a good writer: If you worship English 101.
Copy and bold those that apply to you
If you have ever cried when your favorite character in a movie, T.V show, or book died, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever walked into a room then forgot what you were doing, then started walking away and remembered 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 so at random moments, copy and paste this in you're profile.
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profile
If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile
If Fanfiction to you is what MySpace is to other people, copy this into your profile.
If you actually take the time to read copy and pastes, copy this onto your profile.
If you should be doing homework right now, copy this into your profile.
If you get way to excited for books, movies, ect. to come out, copy this into your profile
The Soundtrack to My Life (put iPod/mp3 player on shuffle and write down each song as they play!)
Opening credits: Kill Everybody by Skrillex
Waking up: 21 Guns by Green Day
Falling in love: Sailor Moon Theme
Fighting: Attack on Titan Opening Theme Orchestra Version
Breaking Up: Blue (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65
Driving: My Immortal by Evanescence
Flashback: Doctor Who Theme by BBC National Orchestra
Mental Breakdown: Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz
Getting back together: Feur Frei by Rammstein
Prom Night: Full Metal Alchemist Opening
Wedding: Time of Dying by Three Days Grace
Birth of a child: 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day
Final battle: Remember the Name by Fort Minor
Death scene: O Death by Jen Titus
Funeral: Goodbye by Avril Lavigne
End credits: Dirty Night Clowns by Chris Garneau
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious 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 or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't re post it?
Re post this if you truly believe in God.
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
96 percent of teens won't stand up for God. Put this on your page if you're one of the 4 percent who will.
I asked Jesus, "Lord, how much do You love me?"
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven
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
'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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Written by a 15 yr. old School Kid in Ohio :
NEW School prayer:
Now I sit me down in school
If Scripture now the class recites,
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
For praying in a public hall
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
It's scary here I must confess,
If you aren't ashamed to do this,
Not ashamed... Pass this on.
PLEASE READ AND PASS THIS ON, TRUER WORDS WERE NEVER SPOKEN!