Author has written 5 stories for Warriors, Lady or the Tiger, and Iliad.
I am a girl. I enjoy writing poetry and coming up with stories, but I feel like it's difficult for me to write stories. I mostly write about Warriors for some reason even though I like plenty of books. I would consider you awesome if you reviewed my writing.
running, reading, swimming, swinging, writing, playing with animals (especially those that don't try to maul, kill, poison, sting, scratch, bite, trample, strangle, pinch, or eat me. Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my, yes, yes, I'm talking to you.) playing the cello (when there is something fun to play) did I mention reading already? learning random trivia (did you know that there is indeed a fear of gravity? Barophobia) learning about languges (I'm not bilingual yet, but one day, oh yes.) and trying things that I have not yet discovered. (Water skiing, never tried it but it looks fun.),7,11 (7*11=77 my two favorite numbers combined!)
Things that I dislike:
Since my pen name commands you to smile, I really can't put anything bad on my profile now can I?
Pets: Well, officially I have a dog named Ginger. But, there's also this sparrow who has her nest in one of our air vents and has chicks every spring (they don't shut up), there's the baby squirrel (Squirt) that we nursed that now lives in the oak tree, and a second squirrel that visits our picnic table every afternoon. There is also a colony of lizards living under the canoe and one with a stumpy tail ("Stumpy") who lives in the wagon plus there's this toad that lives under the water hose and a colony of ants in the winter that warms themselves by the fire. So, I have one pet and a countless animal boarders at my house. ;)
This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.
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.