Author has written 39 stories for Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Twilight, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Sky High, Shakespeare, Magic Thief, Malcolm in the Middle, Young Dracula, Merlin, M.I. High, and Supernatural.
Hello everyone :)
This is literally my final attempt at having a profile that isn't so full of copy-and-paste even I have to just scroll straight down to my stories without looking at everything, which is a shame, cause I usually have cool and touching stuff on here full of views against abortion and child abuse and racism etc. So yeah. Have a read if you're as bored as I am.
Name: Emily :)
Origin of Pen Name: Well, my middle name is May, and I preferred the Irish spelling, and my last name is constantly mistaken for Ascot whenever I first meet people, so that's where that came from. The saying is, after all, '"f you can't beat 'em, join 'em". And I tried to beat 'em. And I couldn't.
Age: 13 (yes, when I first signed up I was too young. But I'm not now so na-na-na-na-nah. I'm so mature.)
Nationality: English :) Yes, I have a proper, run of the mill, 'posh' English accent. No, you cannot make fun of it in your reviews. You know who you are.
Random Fact About Self: When I was in Year Three (age about 7/8) I had obligatary recorder lessons which everyone in the UK gets (I'm surprisingly aware that most people who read this are American) and my fingers were so small they didn't cover the holes of the recorder and I was kicked out of class, so for the rest of the year I wrote stories instead :)
Still only have size two feet, so yeah... *depression* Smallest feet in the world. Right here. And my hands are smaller than my cousin's, who is eight. Like 13 year old hands vs. eight year old hands. Hey, at least I can touch type really fast now, as my fingers are so small that they fit perfectly inside the keys :D
Favourite Quote of All Time: "Reality is such, that, when you stop believing in it, it doesn't go away"
Religion: I'm a Quaker, which is branch of Christianity, and I like to think there's something. What do you do with something? Well, that's for us to discover.
People I Worship/Idolise: Charlie McDonnel (also know as charlieissocoollike, he's a YouTuber and amazing), Harry Styles (because he's Harry freaking Styles), Statsbat (her grammar's terrible, but I love her so much it's crazy) and the one, the only, J.K Rowling, who wrote Harry Potter and inspired an entire generation to read :)
Reccomended Book/Series of Whenever-I-Update-My-Profile: The Life of Pi, by Yann Martel. BEST. BOOK. EVER.
Thing I Am Obsessed With At The Moment: Columbine. I don't know why. It didn't happen in my country, it happened before I was born (by two months and two days) and I have no urges to shoot anyone.
I just find the psychology incredible, and I get interested in weird stuff. Like last year, got interested in drawing eyes. Constantly.
This year, our art project for the YEAR is... EYES. I'm psychic.
getting HiGH meant swinging at a playground?
the worst thing you could get from a boy was c0otiEs?
when )m 0 m( was your hero
and 'D a D' was the boy you were gonna marry?
when your W0RST ENEMiES were your siblings
and rAcE iSsuEs were about who ran fastest?
when - WAR- was a card game
and life was simple and care free?
remember when all you wanted to do
WAS GROW UP?
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.
Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school
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.
This is a story about a little girl that was abused. If you care at all, copy and paste this into your profile:
My name is Sarah 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 Sarah
I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
CHILD ABUSE: MAKE IT STOP.
What a Boyfriend SHOULD do:
When she walks away from you mad
When she stares at your mouth
When she pushes you or hits you
Grab her and don't let go
When she starts cussing at you
Kiss her and tell her you love her
When she's quiet
Ask her whats wrong
When she ignores you
Give her your attention
When she pulls away
Pull her back
When you see her at her worst
Tell her she's beautiful
When you see her start crying
Just hold her and don't say a word
When you see her walking
Sneak up and hug her waist from behind
When she's scared
When she lays her head on your shoulder
Tilt her head up and kiss her
When she steals your favorite hat
Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night
When she teases you
Tease her back and make her laugh
When she doesn't answer for a long time
Reassure her that everything is okay
When she looks at you with doubt
Back yourself up
When she says that she likes you; she really does more than you could understand
When she grabs at your hands
Hold hers and play with her fingers
When she bumps into you
Bump into her back and make her laugh
When she tells you a secret
Keep it safe and untold
When she looks at you in your eyes
Don't look away until she does
When she misses you
She's hurting inside
When you break her heart
The pain never really goes away
When she says its over
She still wants you to be hers
When she repost this bulletin
she wants you to read it -
Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.-
When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go-
When she says she's ok don't believe it, talk with her- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you-
Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her-
Call her before you sleep and after you wake up-
Treat her like she's all that matters to you.-
Tease her and let her tease you back.-
Stay up all night with her when she's sick.-
Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.-
Give her the world.-
Let her wear your clothes.-
When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.-
Let her know she's important.-
Kiss her in the pouring rain.-
When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is; "Who's ass am I kicking babe?"
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