Author has written 10 stories for Lucky Star, Fallout, Battlefield, and My Little Pony.
Age: Doesn't matter
Name: Not telling you. Although I go by E and Forrest, for some reason.
Alright, a little bit about myself.
Love writing and Handball, my two favorite hobbies. Writing is one of the best ways to express not only yourself but your imagination as well. If you look at it it's sort of like art. With fan fiction you get a pre made canvas. The setting is the frame you just have to paint a beautiful picture... which admittedly is the hard part. While with Fiction Press you have to make the canvas yourself which is also hard but really fun because you can completely let go of any limits or boundaries.
I also love music. I play the violin and am currently converting the song Beautiful Day by U2 into Violin notes. Its going pretty good. Sometimes I get stuck but its all part of the process. I listen to music as well. If you ask me my favorite genre you won't get a straight answer. I listen to all music. Rock, Alternative, Pop, Soundtrack, Classical, and Reggae. My favorite artists are Bob Marley, All American Rejects, Devotchka, Billy Joel, Boney M., and Jack Johnson.
I'm also a gamer. I play on an Xbox 360 and play usually the mainstream games. Cod, Halo, Gears. Although I hate Master Chief. I don't go crazy for gamer score but I'd like to have it high. I am also competitive on multiplayer.
I am also a Catholic, I believe in the Lord. He is what makes who I am. Without him I am no one.
Views on life
Hm, well for starters believe in yourself, no matter what people tell you. Stand your ground and don't run! It may be hard sometimes but you shouldn't doubt yourself because of others. Take Discord Doctor Whooves, I believe the reason he fell is because he doubted himself, he doubted what he did, what he believed in.
Big mistake. When I saw how he treated Ditzy/Derpy after he became Discorded I was pissed. To me he needed someone to beat the hell out of him and make him realize what he was doing. But he is to far down to save. And when they paired him with Twilight Sparkle I became even more enraged. But I'm getting off track.
I'm a lukewarm brony, I like their ideals but I'm not crazy over them. I mostly love the shippings. Especially Doctor Whooves/Time Turner x Ditzy Doo/ Derpy. I'm also a fan of Carrot Top x Big Macintosh. Why? Better question is why not?
Please read-true story (not me)
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 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.
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