Author has written 3 stories for Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
I don't know what to put here.
It's cool that you were interested enough to come and look at my profile.
I guess you should read some fanfiction or something.
Have fun, I guess.
BTW, Marines! Whooahh!
Scottish People UNITE!
I live in Texas, but my ancestors were Scots, and I am very proud of that. So there.
IF YOU IGNORE THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO HEART...BUT IF YOU FIND YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A VERY BIG HEART.
Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
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A teenage girl about 17 named Diane 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, Diane 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 weep. 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 Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane 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." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?
Repost this if you truly believe in God.
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what, and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you.
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.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...
You talk to yourself a lot. (A lot meaning all the time...)
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Why do I constantly ask my self random things?')
When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'Have you ever noticed that deliver could mean someone's liver?')
After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, "Wow,this stuff is great for sugar highs...'
You live off of sugar and caffeine (the two greatest things ever discovered!)
You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth.
You're e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.
You tend to collect Bic Stics off the ground like picking pennies off the ground.
No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
The letters on your keyboard are wearing off. (Well, not really, but some of my keys are getting worn out and not working right. )
Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
People think you have A.D.D.
You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
Your friends stopped looking at you funny when you laugh for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.
(copy that into you're profile if you fit one or more of the descriptions)
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
If you're against abortion, re-post this.
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olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer
be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl
mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling
was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!
If you could read that put it in your profile
I watched the flag pass by one day,
A young Marine saluted it,
I looked at him in uniform
I thought how many men like him
How many pilots' planes shot down?
I heard the sound of Taps one night,
I wondered just how many times
I thought of all the children,
I thought about a graveyard
Enjoy Your Freedom &God Bless Our Troops
Again, this has meaning to me in more then one way. If you have a friend, family member, or anyone else you know please copy and paste this into you profile. Or if this has meaning and you really care about our army, police officers, and armed forces copy and paste this into your profile. Then write your name here: Lucky Nartuo08, Spartan Ninja, AsomeM
You wonder why he pulled you over and gave you a ticket for speeding,
You wonder why that cop was so mean,
You work for 8 hours,
You drink hot coffee to stay awake,
You complain of a 'headache', and call in sick,
You drink your coffee on your way to the mall,
You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket before you leave the house,
You talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with you,
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls,
You complain about how hot it is,
You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong,
You get out of bed in the morning and take your time getting ready,
You go to the mall and get your hair done,
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over,
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight,
You yell and scream at the squad car that just passed you because they slowed you down,
You roll your eyes when a baby cries in public,
You criticize your police dept and say they're never there quick enough,
You hear the jokes about fallen officers and say they should have known better,
You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
You sit there and judge him, saying that it's a waste of money to have them around,
These, has a lot of meaning to me personally and if it has any meaning to you, I hope you copy and paste this into your profile. Just remember the next time you are complaining about not getting enough sleep, and there is some police officer who gets called in at 2 in the moring who went to bed at 10 that night. Don't complain just keep it to yourself. This whole thing could happen to my family right now. If you have no feelings for the police officers that protect 24/7, you have something wrong with you and you need to get it fixed. Thank the next police officer who you see helping you or someone else. A simple thank you can lighten there day. Remember. they are there to protect you and you need to respect them. If you are a police officer who is reading this right now, thank you for everything you do. If you have children, Mister Police Officer, I know how they feel when you have to work all day and there stuck inside all day on a beautiful day. I know what they feel when you work all night and come home, sleep, and then go back to work. When you work extra shifts for a fellow officer because they are hurt or not able to come in. I know how your children feel when you miss one of there games, you miss something important to them, you miss there birthday, you miss Halloween, you miss Christmas, Thanksgiving, 4th of July, you miss there first day of Kindergarten, High School, of Collage. I know what your children are going through everyday. I know what they feel when you come home in a bad mode because some loser father just killed there whole family, kids and all, lit the house on fire and once the fire is out, seeing all there toys still out. Seeing the kids bedrooms just recently slept in, played in and anything personal. I know what your kids are going through.Please remember, Mister Police Officer, that they love you and will doing anything for you and your wife. Remember, you have family that loves you. Remember, you have people, in work and out of work that love you and that are counting on you to keep them safe. Thank you, for everything you do for your country, city, neighbors, friends, and families. Thank you for saving someone's life. Thank you for everything. TIf you really care about your police officers, copy and paste this in your profile. If you have a police officer in you family or you know one, copy and paste into you profile. THen type your name and try to change the police officers life by saying 'thank you.' Lucky Naruto08, Spartan Ninja, AsomeM
A guy and a girl were speeding over 100km on a motorcyle.
Girl: Slow down!
Guy: No this is fun!
Girl: No it's not! Please, it's way to scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I love you. Now slow down.
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
She gave him a big hug.
Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.
In the newspaper, the next day, a motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure.
Two people were on it and only one survived.
The truth was, that half way down the road the guy realized his breaks were out and he didn't want the girl to know.
Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so she would live even if it meant he would die.
If you would do the same for the person you love, copy and paste this into your profile.
A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him.
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
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Put this in your profile if you think that child abuse is wrong.
If you have ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this on your profile
If you love rain, copy and past this on your profile
If you love snow, copy and paste this on your profile
If you have insanly annoying siblings copy and paste this on your profile
If you like being utterly random copy and paste this on your profile
If you have ever laughed so hard you either choked, hyperventalated, had your sides cramp, or all of the above copy and paste this on your profile
Found of KamonPeachFox's account, really sad and shows the dangers of drunk driving...bastards.
Please read-true story
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
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever. 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, or
List Twelve of your favorite characters from Percy Jackson, in no particular order. Then answer the questions about them.
2. Percy Jackson
3. Thalia Grace
4. Zoe Nightshade
10. Silena Beauregard
11. Clarisse R.
12. Charles Beckendorf
1. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
No, but let me check to see if there are any... Oh thank you God! No there's not.
2. Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
I don't think I'll say because Artemis will hurt me.
3. What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
THE END OF THE FREAKING WORLD!!!!!
4. Can you recall any fics about Nine?
No, but I'm curious once again... Huh. They actually exist. Cool.
5. Would Two and Six make a good couple?
Yes, but it still be creepy for Annabeth. But whateves. Who cares what Annabeth thinks anyway? I know I don't.
6. Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
Poseidon/Hera because Zeus would have a heart attack. Ha!
7. What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve "going at it"?
go "WTF?!?!?!?!?" , slap some sense into both of them and then run away
8. Is there any such thing as a One/Eight fluff?
9. Suggest a title for Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic.
Hole in my Heart told from Charles' POV and Silena dead
10. Do any of your friends read Three het?
I hope not, or I need to get to slapping people.
11. Do any of your friends write or draw Eleven?
Wouldn't show me if they did.
12. Would any of your friends write Two/Four/Five?
THE IMAGES! THEY BURN!
13. If you wrote a songfic about Eight, what song would you choose?
Fireproof by Pillar since he is... well... fireproof. Duh.
14. If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warning be?
Help me! I'm being held against my will and being force to write this! Call the police, and whatever you do, DON'T READ THIS! YOU WILL RIP OUT YOUR OWN EYES TO TRY AND ESCAPE THE IMAGES! I KNOW I DID!
15. When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Today. I like PJ fanfics, okay?! Sheesh!
16. (1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (9) runs off with (7). (1), brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with (11) and a brief unhappy affair with (12), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3).
Artemis and Piper(WTH?) are in a happy relationship until Hera runs off with Piper(W-T-H?!). Artemis, brokenhearted, has a hot(it would have to be) one-night stand with Clarisse(Oh come on!) and a brief unhappy affair with Charles(finally, an actually male), then follows the wise advice of Poseidon(I don't think so) and finds true love with Thalia.(WHO PLANNED THIS?! HOW IN THE FREAK IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE TO ACHIEVE THESE RESULTS WITHOUT PLANNING IT IN ADVANCE?!)