Author has written 6 stories for Shugo Chara!, Bella Sara, X-overs, Vocaloid, Warriors, and Phineas and Ferb.
Hey, fanfiction readers everywhere! I'm a writer with a very big dream: to get published! However, I have to finish one of my stories before that happens. I came up with the name Novel Concept due to the fact that the concept of writing novels is a novel concept to me. I've never been able to finish one! I know, I know, it's cheesy. But, hey, it's unique!
I like to write fanfiction for things I'm obsessed about. Throughout my near year of absence, these things have become Doctor Who and Sherlock. And every once in a while, I have a Shugo Chara! kick. Yay.
Some Things About Me:
1. I am a girl.
2. I am old enough to be on here.
3. My Warrior name is Tanglepath, and I am from WindClan.
4. I now have a deviantART! mistresstanglepath.deviantart.com
5. I'm an obsessed fangirl for many things. You have been warned.
How Much I Am Obsessed With Phineas And Ferb
You own a brown fedora. Does a khaki fedora count?
"Whatcha doin'?" is a part of your daily vocabulary. It's part of my grandparents' vocabulary, for Pete's sake!
You have a crush on Ferb. And Phineas...
You know what that little plastic thing on the end of your shoelace is called. A-G-L-E-T, don't forget it!
You can sing the entire theme song by heart. Well, yes.
You have built an inator before. Yeah, for science class!
You think that the songs they sing are way better than anything on MTV. Definitely. Why do people even bother with MTV?
You know the dangers of garden gnomes. I am proudly anti-gnome.
You want to be a Fireside Girl. Way better than Girl Scouts...
It's not Wummer, it's S'winter! S'winter just sounds better.
Time travel is possible. Always was, always will be.
You built your tree house to look like Phineas and Ferb's. I would if I could...
You named your goldfish Biff. I don't have a goldfish. Sniff, sniff.
You think that the F-Games are way better than the Olympics. Totally! Go girls!
You have once said, "Fine, TRALFAZ!" My mother was so confused...
You have had the "Bettys" song stuck in your head. I've been humming it when I go to bed for the past three nights!
You want the platypus toy for Christmas because it does nothing. For that reason, and because I'd give anything to have a platypus!
You know what stars ACTUALLY look like. Oh yeah! Milkshakes, baby!
Phineas and Ferb's Christmas is your favorite Christmas. Almost... The Miser Brothers' Christmas beats it out...
You have tried to make a platypus sound. My whole family has attempted it.
Ugh... I'll finish that when I feel like it.
Current Story Ideas (Bold=definite story, regular=possible story, italics=description of story, really needs to be updated)
Another KAITO ga UNINSTALL Story (Yes, another one. So what?)
Greener Than Summer (A NigaitoxGumi fic. Possible title.)
Blue Romance (An OCxKaitoxMiku fic. Working title.)
Shions and Math Don't Mix (Cirno's Perfect Math Class and the Shion family. Oh boy.)
Remembered, Forgotten, and Remembered Again (An AU sort of version of Blue Romance, but without KaitoxMiku.)
I'll Play Forever (A Circle You, Circle You fic with a twist.)
Warring World, Fighting Love (Set during the song Senbonzakura. KaitoxOC, AkaitoxOC.)
My Fallen Angel (Yet another KaitoxOC fic. Forgive me!)
Once Upon a Time
To Heal a Heart (A Once Upon a Time fic. Absolutely no guarantees with this one.)
The Force Games (A Star Wars fic resembling the Hunger Games.)
Now for some reposting stuffs! Because crying is totally my thing.
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,
Repost if you believe in God!! If you do, add your name to this list: Kuryou-san, Novel Concept
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
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
If you're psyched about any of my story ideas or if you have any questions, PM me!
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