Author has written 3 stories for Twilight, Harry Potter, and Mortal Instruments.
Perivous pannames: mollyberg23, My Shuishy, I'm-a-cow-and-they-go-meow, its.okay.to.cry
Nickname: TO MANY TO COUNT BUT….Molly, Mols, Moolly, Molster, Sharkbait, Tulip (for some reason my friend thought I was a Tulip), Iceberg, Mearbear, M/M or MandM or Molly/Mary, Maria, (which is my full name but people call me Mary), Mar, George, (ya a boys name, my sister said George and I answered that’s how I got it), Mowshie, Mow Mow, Mowice, Berganator, Mom, Marcy, Squishy...(If you count it). (Oh look I've added 2 more, that's 27 nicknames so far)
Bio: I’m a Canadian and proud of it. The oldest of six, graduating high school. I know almost every song that plays on the radio, it all depends what station is playing. I love to sing, but I not that good, everyone disagrees with me. I love starting a debate with my friends over stupid things and I have to get the last word. I’m shy, but when you get to know me, I’m outgoing and weird. Everywhere I go, I have to have my phone with me, it’s my life and I don’t know what I would do without it…yeah I do, I’d go crazy. I don’t care what people think of me, they can just go f-ck themselves if they’re not happy on what they see. And not a girly girl, I’m a tomboy, and yes I am one of those weird people that will yell at a book, say the lines of my favourite movie and freak out if someone takes my book away, yes I talk to inanimate objects, yell at my TV as if the people on the other side could hear me, and trip over flat surfaces THANKS FOR ASKING THOUGH, IT WAS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.
And there's something else you need to know about me: I'm the type of person who's always gonna be there and help you through your problems I'm a listener and something more that's something to love about me XD (if this is you repost)
Harry Potter: https://www.fanfiction.net/forum/Hogwarts/179469/
How to Train Your Dragon: https://www.fanfiction.net/forum/Welcome-to-BerkDragons-Edge/183669/
Multi Fandom Forum: https://www.fanfiction.net/forum/Scratching-At-The-Walls/186630/
Other: I have stories but haven’t updated them in like forever, soo sorry to the people who read this and my stories. I'm a huge, huge, HUGE anime fan. Naruto and Inuyasha all the way (and if it weren't for these two, I'd don't know where'd I be. Cheesy I know, but it's the truth. I have friends and I'm glad for them).
Favourite Sayings From Wherever:
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
Opening Credits: Till I Collapse - Eminem
Waking Up: Last of the American Girls - Green day
First Day At School: What Do You Think About That - Montgomery Gentry (Nice)
Falling In Love: Stay Beautiful - Taylor Swift (Really?)
Fight Song: Kiss n Tell - Ke$ha (Sure)
Breaking Up: Anything But Ordinary - Avril Lavigne (Meh maybe)
Prom Night: In The End - Green Day (Funny)
Life: Things I’ll Never Say - Avril Lavigne (Sure, lets got with that)
Mental Breakdown: Wrapped Around - Brad Paisley (Seriously?)
Driving: Some Say - Rascal Flatts
Flashback: Suppermassive Black Hole - Twilight Mix
Getting Back Together: About Us - Neverest (Awe, that fits)
Wedding: Sold - John Michael Montgomery (No, just no)
Birth of Child: Chain Reaction - Ke$ha (Funny)
Final Battle: Mr Watson - Ke$ha
Funeral Song: It’s Not Okay - Zac Brown Band
Final Credits: Jingle Bell Rock - Rascal Flatts (LOL)
Wow, I have some strange songs. You try this, see what you get.
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 afterall, 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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this on 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.
Even when you can't see Him, GOD is there! If you believe in GOD put this in your profile.