Author has written 6 stories for Harry Potter, Yu-Gi-Oh, Naruto, Hunger Games, and NCIS.
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I live in Australia and love books and anime. I don't watch much TV, but I enjoy going to the cinema (I saw the last Harry Potter movie at midnight :D it was awesome. If you haven't seen it yet then I highly recommend it, even if I don't get there much. My age is none of your concern... but I will tell you that I'm in High School, and in my state of Australia that means starting at year 8 (13-14) and finishing in year 12 (17-18).
I am convinced that my friends are insane, and insanity is contagious. As a group, we have also realised that after hanging out with us it is impossible to be normal :p
I love reading, and writing sort of follows on from that, but I am more of a reader then a writer. Books and stories are just something that fascinate me, and I have always loved that escape to another world that they provide.
As for other hobbies, I played netball for about 9 years, and played over 100 competitive games (in my league, that means 100 games in grades between under 11's and under 17's). I was crying for about an hour after I played my last game, because it was sort of the end of something that had been a massive part of my life for a long time, but I'm not sorry that I decided to give it up.
I also have played to flute for years, I'm in my 5th year of learning it now - and I'm still really bad...
I tend to put off homework and go on fanfiction a lot.
Plus, I like smileys :P :) :D :S -.- o.O .
AVcon 2011 - (Pokemon)Jesse, Team Rocket, with my friend going as James
Anime (haven't watched much though :( )
Come to the dark side, we have cookies!
If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
If you've ever walked into a doorway that you could've clearly dodged, you just weren't paying close enough attention, copy and paste this on your profile. (And pretty much every thing else that I have ever walked past)
OMG! THE RAIN'S WET!
I'm a dinosaur, so, like, rawr and stuff.
You know you're a geek when procrastination doesn't affect your grades.
I may not be right, but I can sure sound like it.
When life gives you lemons, make apple juice, then sit back and enjoy while others try to figure out how you did it.
Even if the voices aren't real, they have some good ideas.
Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.
We're not retreating, we're advancing in the opposite direction.
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!
If you think dancing in public is fun and the people giving you weird looks are missing out, copy and paste this on your profile.
A large percent of authors do not know the difference between 'your' and 'you're'. If you do know the difference, copy and paste this to your profile
If you are against real fur on clothing then put this on your profile
If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you said it, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've watched Yugioh Abridged by Little Kuriboh, copy and paste this to your profile
If you like smiley faces, then copy this into your profile :D
If you have ever had done something or said something that made perfect sense to your real friends and only caused your "peers" to look at you strangely and roll their eyes, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever slapped yourself and/or banged your head on a table for no reason copy and paste this onto your profile (it wasn't for no reason... my friend said something random... or stupid... ok, it happens a lot)
If you're a girl who's tired of people assuming that just because your a girl you love pink and can't fight to save your life, copy and paste this into your profile
If you and your friend break out into song in a public area put this on your profile. (All the time! We dance too :P Or, like what happened today, run off screaming "Where did my rain go?" after singing "I'm singing in the rain')
If your pissed at someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, your a mile away from them, and you have their shoes!
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever yelled at an inanimate object copy and paste this into your profile.
If you can go on a sugar buzz without even eating sugar, again, join the club and copy and paste this to your profile.
If you've ever walked into a wall, door, table, chair, or other large solid object even when it was in plain sight, copy and paste this in your profile.
There is no such thing as normal. Everyone is either weird, crazy or just plain odd. If you agree, copy this onto your profile.
If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile.
It takes skill to trip over flat surfaces.
Oh! Look, a distraction!
Don't follow in my footsteps, I tend to walk into walls
I am so clever that sometimes even I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.
Straight is something crooked that was bent
A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort
I'm a SMIDIOT (smart-idiot) and proud of it! If you are a smidiot paste this on your profile.
If you're hyper, like being hyper, and are hyper all the time, COPY THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE! DO IT! (I decided that running around in small circles in my English class was a good idea. In hindsight, it probably wasn't since I got really dizzy)
"The world you see with your eyes may well differ completely from the one I see with mine. There are as many different worlds as there are observers. Never assume that only those things which you can see or touch are real." Doreen, Chrono Trigger.
HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the 2 nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago & made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads & asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her . It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet.
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.
REASONS TO JOIN THE DARK SIDE (If you wish to join add this list to your profile):
1. We have cookies (last I checked there was hot chocolate, marshmallows, and ice cream too)
I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
1) Repost this message.
OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband;
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife,
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To
And Finally, the stories :P I'm really not a good writer, and I tend to write only when I'm bored which results in randomness. I have more ideas then what I write, and the plot line will probably change 10 times before the first chapter is over. Found Dead is probably the first story I've tried writing that has a plot and requires action scenes and characterisation. To try and stop my stories being about the character's clothes, I leave most of the imagery up to the reader, and will rarely describe someone or somewhere, and just leave hints.
Feedback is always appreciated, whether good, bad or neutral. My teachers annoy me a lot by putting comments like 'good job, very few mistakes.' and no actual advice. I know that what I write is not that good that my teachers can't offer any advice that would help me improve. Earlier this year, my English teacher was reading an argumentative essay and after reading the first paragraph told me that there was no point in editing it because it wouldn't improve it. While working on a different assignment I asked if I was doing the work right (a powerpoint, with each slide looking at a quote from a book), he scanned the first slide then said 'there's not much point in me looking at this, since it's your work.' I really wanted to tell him that considering it was a partner project, I hadn't written all the slides. I didn't, because I had actually done them all while my partner found the quotes - what annoyed me was that he assumed that because one assignment that required totally different thinking was good neither I or my partner had made any mistakes in the entire powerpoint.
Sorry for the random rant :P