Author has written 11 stories for Vocaloid, Detective Conan/Case Closed, Higurashi/Umineko series, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Hetalia - Axis Powers.
I'M OPEN TO BETA-READ NOW! I'M GOOD AT ENGLISH AND SPANISH!
Hotaru is planing on leaving this account for a new one. I, Naichingeru, will update her story though.
To Anyone who bothered to read my stories,
Thank you. The reason im leaving is because school is leaving me a little overwhelmed, and I can't think up any ideas. It was fun to write on here, and Naichingeru will continue What would you do for a Klodike bar. Im going to leave the stories i wrote up, but im not going to post anything new. Your reviews were appreciated though, and I hope that you take a look at a few other stories here. Thanks, and goodbye.
Hello! Naichingeru here!
Real name: (Fill in what you want)
Age: What are you? A pedo?
The rest i don't wanna type, Although I'm
completly crazy/Yandere. But First a great copy-paste I found-
Don't be sad.
Even if the worlds won't forgive you,
I'll forgive you.
Don't be sad,
Even if you won't forgive the world,
I'll forgive you.
So please, tell me. How do I make you forgive me?
Guess it's time to talk. We have already written a bunch of stories. Just some things we might write about:
And maybe Higurashi, when I acctually start to read it.
Rose's are Red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But the Rose's have wilted
The Violets are dead,
The Sugar bowls empty,
And so is your head.
(Damn I love that one.)
Pluto was declared no longer a planet on August 27 of 2006 just because it was 'too small' and 'off its orbit' for a couple scientists' likings. If you still think Pluto should be a planet then copy and paste this to your profile. LONG LIVE PLUTO!
You know what Mommy
You went to the doctor today.
I can hear that doctor again.
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
'Before you take the life of your baby, really consider all your option. Would you rather be fat for a while, or kill your child?
If you're against abortion, re-post this
My name is May
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 he calls
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
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 the hard 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 May
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
This is about school shootings:
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 Zack; 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.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
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, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
Make School Shootings Stop!
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 didn’t 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 girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone: Iheartjake, TeamJacob101, Boysareadrag, The Dawn Is Breaking, twilite addict, ihatejacob1, Twilighter80,Emmetthemonkey, Inkfire, AcroPrincess, InvaderSidney, Invader Gilly, KatakaCandy2429658, Invader Elze, Invader Misty, HiddenShadows798, Hana and Aiko-chan, Naichingeru,
I stroke your cold cheek,
This is really sweet...
When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.
When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.
When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.
When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.
When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.
When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever.
When a girl wants to see you everday, she wants to be pampered.
When a girl says "I love you." she means it.
When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that.
Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.
The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.
The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.".
If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.
If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.
Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.
Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.
So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.
If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.
Repost this to your profile, and spare yourself the emotional stress.
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North Italy (Vargas Feliciano)
[x] You were bullied a lot in your childhood
[x] You're a good artist
[x] You're very stoic and serious
[x] Your alone time is your 'happy time'
Japan (Kiku Honda)
[x] You're very mature
America (Alfred Jones)
[x] You love hamburgers
[x] You think you're awesome
[x] You love to invent things
[x] You know aliens exist
England (Arthur Kirkland)
[x] You like tea
[x] You're good at embroidery (Doll, anyone?)
France (Francis Bonnefoy)
[x] You're very affectionate
] When it comes to l'amour, you don't mind men or women
Russia (Ivan Braginski)
[x] You had a very sad childhood
China (Wang Yao)
[x] You're very mature
[x] You love pandas
[x] You try to be a role-model for your brothers/sisters/whatever, but are never taken seriously
Austria (Roderich Edelstein)
[x] You are very well-raised
Canada (Matthew Williams)
[x] You're often ignored by people
[x] You love polar bears
] You smoke
[x] You're very physically strong
Hungary (Elizabeth Hédeváry)
[x] You have a potty-mouth
Lithuania (Toris Lorinaitis)
[x] You're very serious
Poland (Feliks Lukasiewicz)
[x] You're very flamboyant
Prussia (Gilbert Weillschmidt)
[x] You're quite mean-spirited
Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)
[x]You are clueless about things around you.
South Italy (Lovino Vargas/Romano)
[x]You tend to overreact a lot.
[x]You fix yourself on stupid matters.
North Italy - 10/10
UK - 5/10