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Ok, so I have been working on the next chapter, really trying to get it over 4000 words again, but it is somewhat slow going. I'm trying my best for everyone to get it out ASAP!!!!
So, guess what. I had the next two chapters of dreamer written up and almost completely ready, over 4,000 words each on my iPad, when a genius at school decided to change my password as some kind of sick joke, so I have had to completely reset my iPad and lost all my data, including my notes which not only held two dreamer chapters, but also the next one shot for my collection and the first chapter of another far fiction which I was planning on not posting until I was done writing it. So, I am very sorry but it will probably be another month at least for the next chapter of dreamer, which I was actually going to post Sunday, but oh well. Happy reading, everyone!
Alright, so I am finally going to post another chapter of my story after almost five months. It should be up today or tomorrow. Recently I have begun to lose all inspiration for writing Harry Potter, and it is severely impacting my ability to write my story, so I am planning on making a drabble collection that I will post in whenever I need to get rid of some plot bunnies, or when I need inspiration. Honestly, it will probably be more of a One-shot collection than a drabble collection, but WHATEVER!!!! That is what my poll is about, so please take a moment to vote! I want to know what you awesome people who are still following me after this long think, because if you have kept following me after so long without a word, YOU ARE AWESOME!!!!!!!!! That is all.
So my mom tells me this quote form a book she's reading:
"Your cross-dressing sissy-man kung-fu is no match for my superior household lighting kung-fu!"
Hey! Finally decided to actually put something interesting on my profile other than my fav stories... LOL!
Call me Raven.
Female reading/writing addict Extraordinaire!
I am a Canadian, and proud of it!
I used to only read non-crossover Harry Potter fan fiction, until I realized that I had pretty much read every single story that is a type that I would enjoy. If that is not a sign that I spend waaay too much time on here, I don't know what is. Sooo.. now I will read Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Sherlock (BBC), Maximum Ride, Percy Jackson, Inheritance Cycle, Dragon Riders Of Pern, the Circle Of Magic series, and it's sequel series, The Circle Opens. (Or any crossover of those).
I read pretty much only slash/yaoi/gay/boyxboy, whatever you want to call it. If you do not like it, than I would not recommend reading stories from my favorites list.
I am also Lesbian, and not afraid to admit it. People should be able to love whomever they want to.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
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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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever. 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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