
Author has written 4 stories for Shugo Chara!, Animorphs, Danny Phantom, and Ninja Turtles.
My favorite things are reading, writing (well duh!), art, and anything to do with the supernatural (superpowers, magic, vampires, werewolves, etc). I don't really have a favorite color per say, I'm fine with pretty much anything as long as it's not pink. I'm also a big procrastinator so if a story isn't updated for like two years don't worry; I'm probably just being lazy. As much as I love writing fanfics and messing with my favorite characters I also have an original story that I'm writing (and one day hope to publish) and a lot of my time goes to that; though I don't think it helps that my computer is kinda dumb.
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KoolKat SuperStar DareDevil
P.S. My deviantArt account is MidnightWarewolf777. On my dA you can find pictures to my stories like that way characters look or what something is that I know I didn't describe that well and some random crap; mostly random crap. XD
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KoolKst SuperStar DatreDebvil
(Hey I Almost Got It)
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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. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family
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 two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and 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.
Dogs depend on us to live. I can't stand people who adopt a puppy, raise it, train it, and love it. Only to give them to a shelter when they get old. It breaks my heart to see all the older animals in shelters who were abandoned by their owners, and the strays in alleys who's owners just left them; at least a shelter cares for them.
Some of My All-Time Favorite Fanfics:
Please note that most of these are Yaoi or deal with dark themes
Bend Around the Wind
Instincts and Pride
Safe And Sound
Living in the Moment
A Numb Lullaby
I Leave You, My Pride
Blood Moon
Crimson Door
Forever Am Drag
The Dragon's Rose
Human Emotions
Continuum
Competition Over the Visitor
Sins of Our Fathers
His Eyes
My Favorite Quotes:
A word's just a word till you mean what you say.
Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the Moon.
Mind over matter: I don't mind and you don't matter.
Growing old is mandatory, growing-up is optional.
The worst feeling isn't death. It's knowing that no one loves you, that no one cares, that you aren't needed, that you are all alone and that you no longer have a reason to live.
Life it not measured in how many breaths you take, but how many times that took you breath away.
We always thought we'd look back on our tears and laugh, but we never thought we'd look back on our laughter and cry.
A true friend is someone who sees the pain in your eyes while everyone else believes the smile on your face.
Moving on is simple, what you leave behind that makes it difficult.
Friendship isn't about whom you have known the longest... It's about who came, and never left your side.
Sometimes I wish I had never met you. That way I could sleep at night and not have to dream about the friendship we used to have.
A little jealousy in a relationship is healthy. It means someone is afraid to lose you!
Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself.
The bad things in life open your eyes to the good things you weren't paying attention to before.
Take a look at what you have. Think of all you did to get it. Remember it only takes one second to lose.
If tears could build a stairway on memories alone, I'd walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again.
The worst pain in life is that someone you know turns into someone you knew.
A song that could only once make me smile, can now only make me cry.
People who say anything's possible haven't tried to slam a revolving door.
They say, "Guns don't kill people, people kill people." Well I think the guns help. If you stood there and yelled BANG, I don't think you'd kill to many people. (So true...)
Make a man a fire and he'll be warm for a day but set the man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
"Bisexuality - The ability to reach down someone's pants and be satisfied with whatever you find." -Urban Dictionary
"Cinderella Walked On Broken Glass,
Sleeping Beauty Let A Whole Lifetime Pass,
Belle Fell In Love With A Hideous Beast,
Jasmine Married A Common Thief,
Ariel Walked On Land For Love and Life,
Snow White Barely Escaped A Knife,
It Was All About Blood, Sweat And Tears,
Because Love Means Facing Your Biggest Fears."
I am only 5
I have a teddy bear
Called beehive
My mom is really nice
She collects special jars
But it makes me cry when
My daddy covers her in scars
My daddy is a druggy
He plays poker but never wins
He comes through the door
And the Screaming begins
I go to pick up the phone
It just can't wait
I dial 999
But it's too late
I sit on the stairs
With tears everywhere
I see her body
And blood on the stair
My name is Jamie
I am only 5
Daddy killed mommy
But I'm still alive
He looks at me
And calls me down
I say nothing
Just turn away and frown
He starts to get angry
So I come down
He smacks me loads
Until I fall to the ground.
My name is Jamie
I am only 5
That was really close
Thank god I'm still alive
I sit in my room most of the day
While daddy watches football
I sit and pray
It is now half time
He gets out of his chair
I hear footsteps
And I get scared
He comes into my room
and gets out a book
and reads it softly
But gives me a evil look
"There once was a girl called Jamie
Who is going to stand very still
So that I can get my knife and
KILL KILL KILL"
I leap on the stairs
But he grabs my neck
I don't see any weapons
I just wanted to check
But he goes to his boot
And pulls out his knife
I scream and screech
And fear for my life
Daddy locks the door
He comes closer and closer just read the text
I see blood and lots
And well you know what happens next
My name is Jamie
I was only 5
My daddy is a druggy
And i didn't survive
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 ANOREXIC, so I MUST be vain (Actually Anorexia is caused by a lack of self-esteem)
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists
I'm BLACK so I MUST carry a gun
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz
I am a MODEL, so I MUST be an airhead
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch
I'm a CHRISTIAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell
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 have OPINIONS, so I MUST be an in-your-face activist (Well I do about somethings)
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 WEAR A HEADSCARF, so I MUST be a Muslim
I'm STRAIGHT, so I MUST be a homophobic Christian
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people
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'm a SOUTHERN GIRL, so I MUST be a prissy southern-belle
I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy
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 CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore
I'm a DANCER, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore (Probably the only sport I’m at least decent at)
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
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 CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore
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 EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin
I HAVE HIGH GRADES, so I MUST have no social life (Maybe not straight A’s but I think a B average is pretty good)
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player
I have BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe
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 BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas
I LIVE IN ALABAMA, so I MUST love football
I’m a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction
I’m a VIRGIN so I MUST be a prude
I’m STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy
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
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly
I don't FLIRT WITH GUYS AT SCHOOL so I MUST be gay (Actually it’s because I 1: have a boyfriend and 2: all the guys at school are kind of dicks)
I wear BOY'S CLOTHES so I MUST be a lesbian
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I LOOK ASIAN, so I MUST be Chinese
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals
I was RAISED IN A HOMOSEXUAL HOUSEHOLD, so I MUST be homosexual as well
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist
I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork
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
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 on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot
I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis
I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME, so I MUST have no standards (“It’s my life to live, and I ain’t living for you ~Freakshow, Skillet)
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay (Personally I think a guy cheerleader is a genius! I mean, think about it)
I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich
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
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 (Personally I don’t think so but everyone else says I do)
I WRITE ABOUT VAMPIRES, so I MUST be a Twilight fan
I LIKE TWILIGHT, so I MUST giggling fan girl (I’m not usually one for gushy romance but I found it pretty good, the books at least)
I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social (I have this thing called Social Anxiety, so yeah)
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be insane (Different; twisted, same thing)
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch
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'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs
I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE, So I MUST be a whore myself
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse
I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist
I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo
I'm a YOUNG ARTIST, so I MUST think the world hates me
I'm a TEENAGE POET, so I MUST be depressed
I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent
I LIVE IN NEW YORK CITY, so I MUST be rich and fashionable
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers
I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare
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
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 an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth
I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future
I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser
I care about the ENVIRONMENT, so I MUST be a tree hugging hippy
I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue
I CHAT so I MUST be having cybersex
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see
I KISSED A GIRL, so I MUST be a lesbian
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER
I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST
I'm a GIRL WHO PLAYS VIDEO GAMES, so I MUST think I'm a guy
I'm a GAMER, so I MUST be ugly
I'm a HACKER, so I MUST be a criminal
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick
I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY
I ENJOY YAOI and YURI, so I must be GAY/LES or BI
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish
I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean
I'm a GOTH, so I MUST think I'm a vampire
I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid
I GOT AN F, so I MUST be stupid and not care about my grades
I'm AUSTRALIAN so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroos
I read/write LEMONS, so I MUST be a twisted pedophile
I wear GLASSES, so I MUST be a dork or nerd
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED
11 PEOPLE ON A ROPE
Eleven people were hanging on a rope, under a helicopter; 10 men and 1 woman. The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that 1 had to leave, because otherwise they were all going to fall. They weren't able to choose that person, until the woman gave a very touching speech. She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope, because, as a woman, she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids or for men in general, and was used to always making sacrifices with little in return. As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping.
A black guy walks into a bar and the white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Post this on your profile if you hate racism
I am not that girl,
The one that is super popular.
The one that is rich.
The one obsessed with Twilight.
The one that will lie to get her way.
The one that doesn't care about your feelings.
The one that wears her Team Edward or Team Jacob shirt proudly.
The one that has a new boyfriend every week.
The one that hates her life because she wears size-two jeans.
The one that would cry over a boy.
The one that loves Justin Bieber.
The one that will give up because she broke a nail.
The one that started wearing makeup at nine years old.
BUT
I am that girl,
The one who likes books more than boys.
The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy.
The one who reads and writes to escape.
The one who just wants to help.
The one that really wants to make a difference.
The one that sticks to her values.
The one that doesn't look at race or homosexuality.
The one that cries when she feels alone and helpless; it only shows she's strong.
The one that knows she's beautiful, no matter what others say.
The one that refuses to believe that this is it.
The one that doesn't care if she eats too many cinnamon buns...they taste good.
The one that people like, because she's crazy.
The one that doesn't care if she looks like a retard, because if looking like a retard is what it takes, go for it.
The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow.
The one who won't give in.
The one who won't give up.
Her name was Aurora
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
If you hate child abuse then repast this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!
Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
For once in her life it was on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.
How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon.
There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy
It's just the way she wanted her life to be.
On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,
Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"
To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
And dating this guy would sure help her out.
There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.
"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."
Excited, she got ready for the big event
But as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?
Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
But the moonlight ride would have to wait.
For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
And heard, call an ambulance!
These kids are in trouble!
Voices she heard...a few words at best.
But she knew there were two cars
involved in the wreck.
Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right, And if the people in the other car was alive.
She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.
They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
But it looks as if we'll lose you too."
"But the people in the other car!? "Jenny cried.
"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."
Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
And wish I could return their families to them."
"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
And that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"
The nurse just stood there-she never agreed.
But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes.
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse,
"Why didn't you do your best?"
To bid that girl her one last request?"
She looked at the man with eyes so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone
Hey, little sister
You wanna know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries
But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
--Unknown.
CHILD ABUSE IS SICK AND WRONG. PUT THIS ON YOUR PROFILE IF YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrust the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
A teenage girl about 17 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, she 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 cry.
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 her for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
She 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."
You're never alone...
93 Percent Of the people who read this won't repost it. Don't be one of those people. Believe in God and he'll always be there to protect you.
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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
(P.S. don't try this with
Shadow the hedgehog... He has guns.)
...S... Put this
...H... On your
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...D... If you're
...O... A fan of
...W... Shadow the Hedgehog!
...!!... It shows you care! :)
On a Sears hairdryer:
Do not use while sleeping. (that's the only time I have to work on my hair).
On a bag of Fritos!
..You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside. (the shoplifter special)?
On a bar of Dial soap:
"Directions: Use like regular soap." (and that would be how?...)
On some Swanson frozen dinners:
"Serving suggestion: Defrost." (but, it's "just" a suggestion).
On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom):
"Do not turn upside down." (well...duh, a bit late, huh)!
On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding:
"Product will be hot after heating." (...and you thought?...)
On packaging for a Rowenta iron:
"Do not iron clothes on body." (but wouldn't this save me more time?)
On Boot's Children Cough Medicine:
"Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication." (We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)
On Nytol Sleep Aid:
"Warning: May cause drowsiness." (and.. .I'm taking this because?...)
On most brands of Christmas lights:
"For indoor or outdoor use only." (as opposed to...what?)
On a Japanese food processor:
"Not to be used for the other use." (now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious.)
On Sunsbury's peanuts:
"Warning: contains nuts." (talk about a news flash)
On an American Airlines packet of nuts:
"Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts." (Step 3: maybe, uh...fly Delta?)
On a child's superman costume:
"Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly." (I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)
On a Swedish chainsaw:
"Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals." (..was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)
On T-Rat (Military food):
Its not for Human Consumption, Animals and Military Use only... (Umnn yeah... isn't military also human)
I found these on someone's profile and thought they really funny. If you thought they were funny and started laughing while reading them like I did, copy and paste them into your profile.
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile, and add your name to this list: danyan, zElDaPhAnToM-bLiNdBaNdIt-RaVeN, Firehawk, Rainfire, Snowfur, Firestar's Gal, Amberstar-Leader of SkyClan, Liza Taylor, Spiritpelt, Swiftpaw of WindClan, rainstorm( mosspath gets really annoyed)mosspath(cos the reviews and etc come 2 MY email!), Emberheart0,Mudfur,LaceyA.K.A.HollyleafHater2410, Flurryspots, warriorcrazy, KoolKat SuperStar Daredevil
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? WTH!? 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), NinjasWillRuleTheWorld (Australia), Shadowtheangel (Sweden), Ice Prince Hitsugaya (USA), Gaara of the Desert564 (USA), RebeccaUlquiorraCifer23 (USA), TheCursedOne (Colombia), VideoGamingFreak1213 (USA), Deborahpflover (Holland), pale-blue11 (Australia), HalfaGhostGirl13(Honduras, Central america), KoolKat SuperStar DareDevil (Canada),
If you think randomness rocks, copy and paste this onto your profile and your name onto the list!! Icethroat21, Spottedpaw13,warriorcrazy, KoolKat SuperStar DareDevil
If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile
If you are weird, insane, crazy, odd, not-normal, a freak of nature, psychotic, random, or anything similar, copy and paste this into your profile
If you've ever bursted out laughing in a silent room over something that happened yesterday, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you think Stoneteller is a whackjob, copy and paste this to your profile. (He gives me the creeps...)
If you think ShadowClan is the best clan, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you think Dustpelt is creepy for mating with his niece, copy & paste this to your profile. (I think that's a little close even for them.)
If you think Onewhisker was AWESOME as a warrior but is a STUPID IDIOTIC MORON as a leader, copy this into your profile. (Sad but true...)
If you think it's stupid that girls are automatically labeled with the color pink, copy and paste this into your profile. (Honetly I HATE pink, the singer is pretty awesome though.)
93 of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you are one of the 7 percent who would ask the person "What was you're first clue?" copy this into your profile. (I have actually done this XD)
If you believe smart aliens will stay away from earth just because of mankinds tendencies to annihilate itself - we do not seem to learn the lessons of our past -copy and paste this into your profile.
If you don't actually like people very much, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you're not stupid enough to believe music causes suicide, copy and paste.
If, for any particular reason, you have laughed during a movie that wasn't funny, put this in your profile.
If you get a kick out of explosions, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you are obsessed with fanfiction, copy this into your profile.
If you ever ran into a sliding glass door because you didn't know it was there, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you have ever said something that has nothing to do with the current conversation, copy and paste this into your profile. (My friend just finished a rant on Tadase from Shugo Chara! and my reply was "Have you ever noticed how Donald Duck never wears pants?" Needless to say she hung up on me)
If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you ever wished you could talk to animals or be an animal, copy and paste this into
your profile.
Silence is golden, duct tape is silver -_-
If you have music in your soul, post this in your profile!
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." Matthew 10:33
If you have ever started humming a song that you have absolutely no idea what it is put this on your profile.
If you think being unique is cooler than being cool, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you have ever run into a door, copy this into your profile
If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or the vise versa copy this into your profile.
If you think that life without computers is useless then copy this to your profile.
If you've ever talked to yourself, copy and paste 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 you are aware that so many people nowadays pretend to be someone they're not, copy this on your profile
If you have ever zoned out for more than five consecutive minutes, copy this into your profile
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 have ever tripped over a pillow, copy this into your profile.
If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile.
If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this to your profile
If you have ever been so obsessed with something that now everyone is scared of you because of its effects...copy this into your profile.
If you talk to yourself and aren't afraid to admit it to anyone, copy and paste this in your profile.
If you're random and proud of it, copy and paste this in your profile!
If you know the Danny Phantom theme song by heart, copy and paste this on to your profile! (One of the only things I can rap...)
Only crazy people can understand the brilliance of crazy things. If you are crazy and proud of it, copy and paste this into your profile!
If you think 'morning people' should be driven off the face of the planet so they spread their 6-AM cheer to Martians, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you've ever yelled at an inanimate object for not listening to you, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you like singing songs at random points in the day, copy this into your profile.
If you've ever wondered what you are like in another dimension, copy and paste this in your profile.
If you've ever left one room to get something from another room, then once you were in the other room, forgot what you were trying to get, copy and paste this in your profile.
If you think that it's not fair that the guys in mangas and animes are almost always better (and hotter!) than the guys in the real world, copy and paste this in your profile!
Twinkle, twinkle, little Vlad,
Why are all your schemes so bad?
You try to commit the perfect crime,
But Danny stops you just in time.
Twinkle, twinkle, little Vlad,
Man you got your ass kicked bad!
~danny1FANtom (XD I found this amusing)