Author has written 2 stories for Harry Potter.
wussup wussup, home diggityz.
you can call me BB, cos it sounds all fancy that way.
I have this thing where I can't exactly remember the word I was thinking of. It's on the tip of my tongue, but I don't really remember it, yano? It's the same with my stories: I think of really nice ideas, and then when I'm on a blank Microsoft Word document, I just stare at it for 5 minutes because I don't know how to write it out.
I am a Christian, and I will l o v e Jesus until eternity. .
I don't like to copy and paste things, 'cos it takes a HECKA long time to do. But this is a different matter:
One day a dad comes home drunk and infuriating with anger. He pulls out a gun and shoots his wife and then turns the gun on himself. His little girl sits behind the couch crying. The police came and took the little girl to a new family. On her first day to Sunday School, she walks into the building and sees a picture of Jesus on the cross.
The little girl asks the teacher, "How did that man get off the cross?"
"He never did." The teacher replied.
The little girl argued, "Yes he did when mommy and daddy fought he sat next to me behind the couch telling me everything was gonna be alright.."
Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master..
He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher..
He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer..
He had no army, yet kings feared him..
He won no military battles, yet he conquered the World..
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him..
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.
Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us..
If you believe in God and Jesus Christ his Son
then copy and paste this in your profile
If you ignore him, in the Holy Bible, Jesus says..
"If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven.."
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.
"Never fear shadows. They simply mean there's a light shining somewhere nearby."
"The earth has music for those who listen."
"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today."
"The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy."
"You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry."
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Not All Good Things End
Don't blame me, I didn't plan for this to happen. You should blame yourself for being so darn irresistible.
Pairing: Draco M. & Hermione G.
A/N: I finally have a plot! (: .
She called him papa, no matter what..
Pairing: Lucius M. & OC (family fic)
A/N: I don't really like it. ;p . I couldn't find a way to write it out.