Author has written 6 stories for Harry Potter, Legend of Zelda, Falling Skies, and Lord of the Rings.
I'm a girl who loves to read and type.
I'm also in the horror called high school.
I take some college courses so I don't have a lot of time to write. Yah, that's what I get for being smart. Really fair, isn't it?
Firstly, this is exactly how I feel about the HP series, now that it is over and done. SiriusBlacksGodDaughter, at the end of her fic 'Fourier's Flaw', wrote:
"It was the first book we bought with our coins and parents' cash (and yet still called "mine"), the first book we actually completely finished. The first time we dressed up when it wasn't actually Halloween, the first time our parents were willing to get us out of the third grade to go see the movie opening day. It was our first book report, our first escape from reality, and the first time we actually talked elatedly with our peers about a book. It was Harry Potter. It was the first of our many experiences and the book series that taught us about friendship and bravery. To a lot of people, you could say that Harry Potter was their childhood.
We have grown up with Harry Potter. And here we are at the last day. The euphoria…can you feel it? All the people you've associated with the series, all the people you've met at midnight showings who, out of the common fact that you were both dressed up for Harry Potter, were willing to take time to sew up your broken purse or share their fries with you. And then there's that aspect of you childhood again…it's gone. Where has the time gone? How could this minute creep up on us so quickly? The wish creeps into our minds of turning back time and starting all over, to just go through the experience of Harry Potter again. To be able to not know how it ends, to be left in darkness for just a little longer…just because it can't end. How can it?
It will be the only movie I will ever cry in, not because of the emotion in the film, but because of the emotion in my heart. The ties I have to this series, the friends I've made – lifelong friends you say, through a book series? Yes. It's the series that made me write, read, and feel that there really is more to the world. The series that showed me that imagination can do so many things and go so far.
We all knew the end would come. We've had countdowns for every movie and every book. When the books ended, we knew the end was inevitable. We held the book close, cried a bit, and set it down thinking it was over. The end of the series is inevitable, but is it the end of Harry Potter? The adventures are over in the series, yes, but what about the future generations? They won't have the same experience we had, they'll have all the books ready for them when they're done with the previous one – there's no wait for them. The adventure of Harry Potter is one that cannot be replaced, but the spirit of Harry Potter – that is something the world can never take from us."
Don't you agree?
Random Fact List:
Nicknames: The Freshman, Freshie, Ledle-Leedle-Lee (duh), LLLee, Opraette, Spaz, Mommy, Momma, Auntie, Grannie, Grammy, Gazelle, Geek, Geezer-In-A-Girl's-Body, and many, many more.
Favorite Food: Chocolate.
Favorite Color: Blue? Green? Silver? Black?... Shiny. Yes, shiny.
Favorite Thing(s) to Do: Sleep, read, write, scream about squirrel invasions... You know, the normal things.
Favorite Books: Just about any. And I've read a few Twilight fics I've found were pretty good, too.
Favorite People: Me, Kyna, myself, Kyna, I, Kyna, Faithey-pooh, Kyna, Mrs. Hohnstein, Tamra, Butt, Ms. Deoborah... The list goes on and on... But Kyna just seems to keep comin' up.
Favorite Music: Just about all music. Minus Jazz. I have a loathing for jazz that no one but me understands.
Favorite Movie: Err... There's a lot of them...
Favorite TV Show: Um... Falling Skies has recently clawed its way up, but it's still battling Bones and World's Dumbest... And South Park... And...
"For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner, let it change into a serphent in his hand and rend him.
Let him be struck with palsy, and all his members blasted.
Let him languish in pain, crying aloud for mercy, and let there be no surcease to this agony til he sing in dissolution.
Let bookworms gnaw his entrails... and when at last he goeth to his last punishment, let the flames of (beep) consume him forever."
-- Curse on book thieves,
From the monastery of San Pedro, Barcelona, Spain
(Morbid, dark, and depressing... Lollypop, anyone?)
Favorite Quote: It changes daily. Hourly, more like.
Favorite Author(s): I dunno. Just about anyone.
Age: In mind, body, or spirit?
Height: 6 (Nope. Like I'd give that away.)
Eye Color: Blueish greenish greyish. Mostly greenish greyish, though.
Country: US of A.
Weight: A lady never gives away her age. But, since I'm not a lady, I guess it doesn't apply... Either way, no knowlege for you.
Grade: Technically, 10th -- though, as you can tell if you read the top, it's just a loose tag.
Hair Color: Well, if you can't tell already... You're not gonna be told.
Least Favorite Books: The Twilight Saga... Anything really sappy with no real plot. Wait, I think I just said that.
Least Favorite Movie: Snow White. (Seriously, she runs from a tree. What is so scary 'bout a tree?)
Best Class: Math. I've gotten a solid A the last few quarters.
Interesting Fact: I tend to finger knit during History, since the class is incorrect for the most part.
Embarassing Incident: There's quite a few. One that sticks out particularily well in my memory was sneezing in my fifth grade class. Usually, sneezing isn't that embarassing, but the Tompson side of the family has sneezes that propel the head foreward in a violent fashion. I was writing, leaning in low, and BAM! I sneezed. Bashed my head off the desk, very loudly. Everyone came to stare at me, which made me cry (let's just say that I wasn't much of a people person back then), but I was already laughing -- I mean, who outside of the movies, sneezes so hard as to crack their skull open on their school desk? I thus started to to choke. In front of my class. Years later, people still mention it in passing. Sigh.
Proud Moment: When one of my 'kids' pranked me -- using a prank I'd outlined for them. And no, I don't have children. They're just a bunch of people who've voulnteered to call me Mommy. It's like... Adoption... Ish.
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 cellphone or regular phone.
I am the girl that stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.
But I am also the girl who knows and is proud of who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (their loss), who loves reading and writing and doing things no one seems to have the time to do anymore, who loves and is obsessed with Harry Potter (and quite proud of it!), who can express herself better without words than with words, 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 times that they are unique, but not alone.
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A message to all guys who have friends that are girls: Read this and maybe you’ll see her in a different way
Tell Me Why
Tell me why when I close my eyes, you’re the only one I see.
Tell me why when I reach for your hand, you’re never next to me.
Tell me why when I call you, you don’t pick up your phone.
Tell me why when I’m with my friends, I still feel all alone.
Tell me why, everyday, I can’t get you out of my head.
Tell me why when I look at you, you look at her instead.
Tell me why you once told me that I was your best friend.
Tell me why your eyes don’t see mine scream, “This pain has got to end.”
Tell me why, though I cry your name, you say you haven’t heard.
Tell me why, when you speak my name, it feels an empty word.
Tell me why my friends say to me we’d be so good together.
Tell me why you don’t understand what it means to be ‘forever’.
Tell me why you’re on my mind, no matter what I do.
Tell me why, just tell me why, I had to fall in love with you.
Just tell me.
Remember, guys, we will never think you are a jerk or pervert if you admit you like us. We think it’s sweet, thoughtful, and kind. Even if we don’t like you in that way, we grow closer to you. Really, it makes us feel great when a guy admits to liking us. It takes courage, so it makes you look good. Just do it. No one can predict what may happen. Re-post this if you're: A guy with the guts to put this in his profile, someone who is going through this, someone who knows someone going through this, or anyone who gives all their love, even if they don't get it back.
For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile. (BOLD the ones you are.)
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash. (I used to be southern. And then I moved--so does that still count?)
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage. (I'm a little bit Cherokee.)
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore. (Yes, people. I do dance. No one will ever see though. Unless I can convince Ma and Pap to get me some ballet classes...)
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob. (Rich? Me? *snorts in a very un-lady-like way* As if.)
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a Goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin. (I'm not being stuck up... I just happen to have some confidence... Odd for a girl, these days.)
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life. (I have a social life, thank you.)
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention. (Nope. I just like being unusual and random. Some people say slightly psychotic. Eh.)
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual. (Err... No, no I'm not. I just like being able to act like the total opposite of myself.)
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be doing them all. (Ugh. That would just be nasty. They're protective as all heck, and my big brothers from other mothers.)
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player. (I guess this one's more for the guys... Meh.)
I have Big BREASTS, so I MUST be a ho.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and that’s how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas.
I’m a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.
I’m a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude. (Nah, I'm just a total genuis not to do dumb things like... That.)
I’m STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly... Or crazy. (I am quite crazy. But I'm not ugly, thank you.)
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat. (Actually, I'm in tennis this year and eat like a teenage boy. So sue me.)
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly. (Or maybe I'm just staying away from the tards called teenage boys. I love them, I do, but not in that way.)
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff.
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA.
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect.
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black. (No... But I do wish, sometimes.)
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive. (I always wish I could've had some type of life that had offered me the chance to be niave. But maybe when you're calloused to and scarred by life's problems, you're better off... Maybe. Just maybe.)
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party. (No, I happen to like having a brain.)
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't. (Me? Thinking little of others?)
I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social. (I like quiet. It's something very hard to come by in the chaos I call life.)
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy. (You can't prove it!)
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch. (Nope, I just get tired of their incessant idiocracy.)
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse.
I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist.
I draw manga, so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak. (Tell me, would a girl who has rather easily pinned a dude a good 80 lbs more than her during a wrestling match over his blanket ((It was a very comfy blanket, so no one look at me like that.)) be classified as 'weak'?)
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed, and arrogant. (The first and last are wrong. However, I have quite the mouth.)
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep.
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo. (No, I'm awesome. Der.)
I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.
I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE. (Need I say how neurotic this statement is?)
I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.
I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy. (My Pap looks like one...)
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins.
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion.
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall, blond, blue-eyed lesbian. (I'm everything but lesbian. I don't really like girls that way, thanks.)
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED.
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast. (I used to be able to highlight this, but I've found myself cursing more and more lately... Sigh.)
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s.
I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times.
I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.
I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too. (I'm terrified by needles, razors, and blood... Yeah, I'd make a great one. Not.)
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.
I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist. (Actually, I'm a type A individual. It's easy to back away when I start rambling.)
I'm BI, so I MUST think everyone I see is hot.
I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak. (You know, those people have to walk twenty meters in twelve steps, stay in perfect symmetry, and continue playing their instrument loudly, in tune, and perfectly. Yeah. You try.)
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I CRIED when FRED DIED, so I MUST be a wimpy fangirl. (Actually, no. I was overly emotional (darn periods) that day, and then one of my favorite comic reliefs keeled over.)
I CHEERED/LAUGHED when DUMBLEDORE DIED, so I MUST be some psychotic B--H. (Not quite. He was an manipulative old fool. I agree with Voldiedork on the point.)
I would GIVE SNAPE A HUG, so I MUST be SUICIDAL. (The poor dude may have had bad hygene, but he deserves something in life. Yeah, I said it.)
Here are some of my favorite sayings:
An apple an day keeps the doctor away, if well aimed.
If at first you don't suceed, skydiving isn't for you.
Change is inevitable... Except from a vending machine.
I run with scissors, it makes me feel dangerous.
Join the dark side, we have cookies.
I'm not always a dork- sometimes I'm asleep.
I'm not insensitive, I just don't care.
The only reason why I'm here is because heaven wouldn't have me and hell was afraid I'd take over.
A good girl is just a bad girl who's never been caught.
Who doesn't love comebacks that make the other person sound stupid?
I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse.
VERY FEW PERSONAL PROBLEMS CAN'T BE SOLVED THROUGH THE SUBTLE APPLICATION OF HIGH EXPLOSIVES.
Taste the rainbow- eat crayons.
There are three types of people, those who can count and those who can't.
I ran with scissors- AND LIVED!
Slinky Escalator = Endless fun!
Worst excuse for not turning in homework: I couldn't find anyone to copy off of.
He who laughs last thinks slowest.
When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
I'm not a complete idiot- some part are missing.
Sometimes I wonder, "Why is that frisbee getting bigger?" Then it hits me.
I see regular people- RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
Conciousness: That annoying time between naps.
A secret admirer is only a stalker with a stationary.
If you don't like my driving, stay off the sidewalk.
You say phsyco like it's a bad thing...
Stupidity killed the cat, curiousity was framed.
People are like slinkies; basically useless, but ever so fun to watch fall down stairs.
I find 'good morning' a contradiciton of terms.
CUTE BUT PHSYCO- THINGS EVEN OUT.
If you can't convince 'em, confuse 'em.
Hell issued a restraining order on me... Oh the fun to be had!
You're just jealous that the voices only talk to me.
What you might call stupidity, I call selective understanding.
I would be more scared if you were aiming for the court next to me.
If you're color blind, eating sweets must be a completely different experience; "Come on skittles, give me red... LEMON DAMNIT!"
LOVE YOUR ENEMIES... IT PISSES THEM OFF.
I'm not so good with the advice, can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?
The voices in my head may not be real, but they sure have good ideas...
Ooops! Did my sacasm hurt your feelings?
If two wrongs don't make a right, try three.
One day we'll look back on this, laugh nevously, and change the subject.
I intend to live forever... So far so good.
Old enough to know better, young enough to do it again.
Sure I have super powers! I just don't wanna show you.
You're awesome! But when the zombies come, I'm tripping you.
I'M NOT WEIRD... JUST PLOTTING...
I don't obsess, I think intensly.
Smile; it makes others wonder what you're up to.
When I go, I want to die peacefully like my grandfather did, in his sleep- not screaming in absolute terror, like the passengers in his car.
Whoever said nothing was impossible never tried to slam a revolving door.
Life isn't passing me by; it's trying to run me over.
Between two evils, I always pick the one I've never tried.
SHIT HAPPENS... BUT MOSTLY TO ME, SO DON'T WORRY.
You mess with me, you mess with a trailer park full of drunken lunatics. With guns.
Life was so easy when all boys had cooties.
I teach you to lie cheat and steal. And the moment I'm gone you stand in line.
Do you ever wonder where eraser bits go??
Silence is golden. Ductape is Silver.
Not all of those who wander are lost. - J. R. R. Tolkien
I don't have a short attention sp- Ohhhh, look a kitty.
Chaos, panic, and pandemonium. My work here is done.
I ran out of sick days, so I called in dead.
"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends." - Luna Lovegood (my long lost twin...)
Chip, I'm gonna come at you like a spider monkey.
"Hon, we live in a trailer park. Tackiness is our charm."- MYSELF!
"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..." - Fred and George
A friend will help you up when you fall, a best friend will take your ungraceful, muddy photo and send it to all of the people you know.
A friend will bail you out of jail, a best friend will be in the cell next to you screaming at the top of their lungs: "THAT WAS TOTALLY AWESOME!! LET'S DO IT AGAIN!!"
You always said tomorow would be a better day... ... ...I guess tomorow never came.
Did it hurt when I fell from heaven?... No but it hurt when they clipped my wings for being the devil.
Why does a Rose represent Love, when a rose always dies?
Roses are red, violets are blue,
God made me pretty, what happened to you?
Forgive your enemies, just don't forget their names.
Shout outs to: 1. Kyna (MY STALKERS ARE IN FIRST, SECOND, FOURTH, FIFTH, AND SIXTH PERIOD! JUST SO YOU KNOW!!) 2. Tamera (I just love beating the crap outta you in the middle of class. It really helps me think. Just don't take my notebook ever again. E.V.E.R.) 3. Faith (Okay, this one is pretty obvious, Mrs. Whitlock.)
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95 % of all teens would go into a panic if the Jonas brothers were on a 100 foot building about to jump. Copy and paste this if you are one of the 5 % who brought popcorn and invited friends (cough, Kyna, cough) while yelling "JUMP BITCHES, JUMP!!" (I'd also be taking photos for those unfourtunate enough to miss the whole thing...)
97 % of all teens would go into panic if they saw Robert Pattinson on a 100 foot building about to jump. Copy and paste this if you are one of the 3 % who brought popcorn and invited friends (Hm, I wonder who...) while yelling "DO A FLIP!!"
According to a recent study, 63 % of all American families are considered dysfunctional. That means when Armageddon comes around, 37 % of the USA will be running around sceaming: "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" while my 63 % will be saying: "Hey, there's no one guarding the Honda dealership..." Copy this if you're a proud part of that 63 % .
Don't Drink and Drive:
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would;
That I didn't drink and drive...
Though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom;
Something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk."
Mom, his voice seems far away.
My own bloods all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom?
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom;
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy's Little Girl on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mom
So I love you and good-bye.
One message: don't drink and drive.
A Dad's Poem
Her hair was up in a ponytail, and her favorite dress was tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, she smiled up at her Mom,
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.
"He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him; I'm not standing here alone.
"'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart.
I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart."
With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far...
"You see he was a fireman and died just this past year.
When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mother’s amazement, she witnessed with surprise;
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
‘They’ say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
My name is Sarah I am but 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 I'm locked up all the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone; the house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car...
My daddy is back from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse my name and call,
I press myself against the wall.
I try and hide from his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping and he shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more,
I finally get free and I run for the door.
He's already locked it and I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me against a 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 too late...
His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain again and again;
Oh please God, have mercy! Oh 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 Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
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 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,
Murmuring about just how many had to die.
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,
But most of all: I really wanted to live.
In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech students that were lost.
Please if you would,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
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.
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.
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!
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 on you're profile.
One day 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 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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
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1. When you are sad -- I will jump on the person who made you sad like a squirrel with rabies.
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.
4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.
6. When you are confused -- I will use littler words.
7. When you are sick -- Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at you.
This is my oath... I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you may ask; 'because you are my friend.'
Girls Don't realize these things:
that I bought you roses;
to tell you that I like you.
That I was raised with respect;
Not to sleep with you when you were drunk.
That my body's not ripped enough,
To "satisfy" your wants.
That I open your car door;
And pull out your chair like I was raised.
That I'm not cute enough;
To be "your guy".
That I am actually nice;
Not a jerk.
I don't have a huge bank account;
To buy you expensive things.
I like to spend quality nights at home;
Cuddling with you instead of at a club.
I would rather make love to you then just screw you;
Like some random guy.
That I am always the one you need to talk to;
But never good enough to date.
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car;
Even when we went out you went home with another guy.
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere;
But not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend.
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat;
Only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around.
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call to listen to you cry for hours;
Instead get a couple hours of sleep before work
That you can't realize...
I've been the one all along.
If you read this and know somebody like this;
But don't care.
But most of all
For not being sorry anymore.
That you can't accept me for who I am.
I can never do anything right;
And nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it;
I thought that was what friends were for...
That I told you I loved you;
And actually meant it.
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you;
Instead of spending time with my family.
That I cared.
That I listen to you at night;
Talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head: "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.
If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm Sorry'.
If You're one of the FEW girls with enough guts to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'.
Okay people, repost just about all of this if it made you smile, cry, gasp, or feel like crap for doing the same thing.
I, Leedle-leedle-lee, do solemnly swear to review all the fanfics I read, regardless of the number of reviews, its age, or anything else. I have joined the Review Revolution.
Copy and Paste this into your profile to join the Revolution; because everyone knows how much it sucks when you have 500 hits and 3 reviews...
EVERYONE: I would like to take a moment of your time to remember Daddy's Little Cannibal.
She died on May 8th, 2009 because of a drunk driver. She was supposed to graduate June 6.
She was an amazing author, and maybe someday you too will read and fall in love with her work. Much of it is unfinished, and it never will be. Please take a moment to think of the loss to FF, the world, her family, and her friends.
If you think drunk driving can not affect anyone--you are wrong. Please, let this kind of crap end. If you're drunk--don't drive. You might just save a life.
Please, for others and your own sake, stop.
Conversations Best Left Untouched and Never Repeated:
"Dude, I just stripped a ghost." -- Me, to my sister; we were hanging Halloween decorations.
"Yeah, I died three times this summer. Life was good." -- Tamra, to me.
"Dang flies, always... Flying!" -- Me, to my cat.
"... And so quantom physics and quantom leap are quincessientially the theorm of -- LOVESICK SQUIRREL EATING ZAK'S NUTS!" -- Me, to Tamra.
"Who feels like a princess?" -- My sister, to her class in the middle of math.
Kaylin: "I have CRSS."
Kaylin: "Can't Remember (Crap...) Syndrome."
Me: "Really? And when does CRSS affect you the worst?"
Kaylin: "In English. It was really bad today."
Me: "... We had English?"
-- Me and Kaylin (obviously).
Movie (Talking about adopting a little boy): "So, when can we do it?
-- Kyna, in the middle of a school sponsored movie.
Me on many occasions: I need to go PIDDLE!
Kyna: Omigod, SHUT UP!
-- Kyna and me.
Kyna: When are you going to ask your Bradie-pooh out?
Me: Same time you ask your Blainey-pooh out.
Kyna: So, never?
Kyna: You're so evil.
Me: But you love me for it!
-- Ah, good times with me and my dear Kyna.
Me and Kyna both, hopping and skipping with linked arms: WE'RE OFF TO SEE THE PRINCIPAL! THE EVIL PRINCIPAL OF THIS SCHOOL! -- Another set of good times.
Kyna: Can Alexis go die in a hole already?
-- Plotting about the school's biggest b-word.
Kyna: Can I have your Dr. Pepper shirt?
Kyna: *staring at the shirt* Pweese? You don't have any boobs to fill it out, anyway.
Me: *looking scandalized* How dare you insult my teeny boobies, Miss... Miss... Miss Uni-Boobie!
-- Insults tossed between friends.
Me: Did you do your homework?
Me: MINE! *steals*
Kyna: HEY! *hefts up math book* GIVE IT BACK!
Kyna: YOU ASKED FOR IT! *wacks me over the head with book*
-- Abusive? Nah.
"I FINALLY KNOW WHAT MY EAR SMELLS LIKE!" -- My sister, to me.
Bass: Shut up Frosted Blakes, or I'll spoon you. *holds up a spoon from his yogut, advancing slowly on Blake*
Bailey: 'Don't hurt my babies!' (A line from our upcoming play.) *drama people laugh, others give him a weird look*
Bass: I'm the teacher here. I'll spoon whomever I want!
Bailey: 'No, you're disgusting.' (Another line.) *more laughs and weird looks, respectively*
Bass: Fine. Mark my words: He will be spooned.
Bailey: Heaven forbid someone forks him.
-- Bailey (who's a guy) and Bass (our Algebra I teacher) talking about Blake.
Yo! Dude! Get out of there! ... Don't nibble on that! Ouchies!
-- Me, to the ferret crawling in my shirt.
J: HAH! What next, Freshie?!
B: Did you just 'HAH!' The Freshman, Eaton? She's the youngest one in here by -- what? -- two years? A year-and-a-half? If anyone has the right to 'HAH!', it's her. You tard.
-- Jessie Eaton, 11th grader, to me in Algebra II when I was off by one.
Bass' reply, in all of its snarky glory.
"So this is what mascara and leg hair looks like..."
-- My sister, to those of us unfortunate enough to be locked in the car with her.
"My finger has a side burn."
-- Another of my sister's lovely quotes.
What If?: Hermione is the main character, and you get to watch the way she deals with seeing the dead -- AKA: James and Lily. When her aunt dies, she decided to continue with her ballet, and discovers a friendship with Draco Malfoy that she didn't really think was possible, as well as a breakast partner in one Cedric Diggory. Harry and she develop the Quote Wars, and soon find cuddling isn't just for couples. Pairing will eventuially be H/Hr, 'cause I roll like that. Year two has begun... But I don't update often, and CoS was one of my least favorite HPs.
Journey of the Maimed I: Blind: A blind Hermione, one legged Neville, overprotective Harry, and a snobby Draco travel to Middle-earth. Watch the hardships and elves as the rich story of Middle-earth's favorite adventurers travel. And as for the adoption -- a kind individual PM-ed me, and unknowingly got my butt back into gear. Please send out mental applause for the dear.
Days Go By: A oneshot I pulled out my... err... tushie. I was bored, and it popped out. Dean Thomas acting out the part that the dancin' black dude had in Dirty Vegas' Days Go By. I wrote it in an hour, so I don't expect much.
A Parody of Beloved Carols: Christmas carols get wrecked by yours truly. It's strictly holiday, and meant for laughs. It's best if you put on the music in the background as you read. So far, The Twelve Days of Christmas and Carol of the Bells have been masacared. Mostly written in the middle of the night, and will probably be updated yearly.
PSYCHED of the CAZIES: UPDATES WILL BE IRREGULAR -- SORRY... Amara, a mute girl with little patience, is transported into Hyrule against her will by a voice, Jerry. She is given no choice but to become a Sue killer, and is given a crazy kitten, Butt, to accomplish this task. Faking memory loss, she begins a five year journey under the guise of Wanderer. Watch as she grows up, learns the ways of a Sue killer, and is driven very slowly insane by her partner. I'm in need of Sues to be killed, so this story's temporarily on pause until I can think up some new ones.
Memories of an Amnesiatic Violet: My very first non-book fic, and a bit of a dive into amnesia's effects on a girl in the Falling Skies, post-aliens-and-other-not-so-kind-things world. Come, meet a girl with nothing more than the bag on her back, bow in her hand, and dog tags around her neck. Who was she? Who will she be? Who will she meet? Find out. After all: "My first memory is waking up."