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Author has written 5 stories for Danny Phantom, and Avengers.
FREED! READERS: I will update as soon as I can rewatch Danny Phantom... sorry! I've lost my inspiration...
MERCIFUL READERS: Four chapters left...
I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak, either behind my back, or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace or talking to a friend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. But I'm also the girl who knows and is proud of who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing things no one seems to have time to do anymore, who can express herself better without words than with words, and knows the importance of the little things.
Copy and Paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are diffrent and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.
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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. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t re-post it?
Re-post this if you truly believe in God, and even if you don't:
Why do we sleep in church, but when the ceremony is over we suddenly wake up? Why is it so hard to talk about God, but so easy to talk about sex? Why are we so bored when we look at a Apostolic magazine, but find it easy to read Playboy? Why is it so easy to ignore a Godly myspace message, Yet we repost the nasty ones? Why are churches getting smaller, But bars and clubs are growing?
Think about it, are you going to repost this? Are you going to ignore it, cause you think you'll get laughed at? Just remember God is always watching you.
If you love God with your whole heart and are 100 percent proud of it, copy & paste this in your profile
If you believe in Jesus Christ, put this in your profile and don't ignore it, because the Bible says that "If you deny Me, I will deny you in front of My Father and the glory of Heaven."
STERYOTYPES: If you're a christian and tired of all the horrible things people associate with you because of it, copy and paste this onto your profile and add one to the list.
I am a Christian: That doesn't mean we can't be friends because you're not.
I am a Christian: I was taught to love my enemies, not pound the bible over their head.
I am a Christian: I have sufferings, too. Yes, they are as bad as yours.
I am a Christian: I really don't try to shove Jesus down your throat, I just like listening to Christian music.
I am a Christian: I don't appreciate you bashing my God in front of me.
I am a Christian: I will stand up for my beliefs.
I am a Christian: I don't care if you got pregnant, I still love you.
I am a Christian: I cry when I see all the horrible things others do.
I am a Christian: I am not perfect.
I am a Christian: I made this choice myself.
I am a Christian: I will not waver in the face of suffering.
I am a Christian: Go ahead and pull the trigger.
I am a Christian: I am not afraid of death.
I am a Christian: I still have my bad days.
I am a Christian: I believe that My God is GREAT and GOOD.
I am a Christian: Because he gave us free choice, and I was tired of sin.
I am a Christian: I'm not going to condemn you for your sins. We're ALL sinners.
I am a Christian: I'm not doing anything to slam your beliefs. I would appreciate it if people would stop slamming mine.
I am a Christian: Just because I share my beliefs, I won't tear you down about them.
You Know You're An Author If...
Y-You talk to yourself a lot.
Y-You talk to yourself about talking to yourself.
Y-When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else.
N-After uttering a profound peice 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..."
Y-You live off of sugar and caffine
Y-People think you're insane.
Y-You'll check your e-mail every day of the week one week, and then dissappear off the face of the earth the next.
Y-Your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
N-When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.
Y-No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
If I had one -The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.
N-Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
N-People think you have A.D.D.
Y-You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
Y-You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
Y-You start thinking about making lists like this and start laughing for no "apparent" reason
Y-Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
N-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.
The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up.
Then he said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK! But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE! And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away... Post this on your profile if you hate racism!
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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 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
All About Me But Not Really:
Religion: Christianity- Evangelism
Finished Stories (I can put stuff here now! Yay!)
Captured?: Basically, Danny is caught by the GIW. Not your typical "caught, dissected, traumatized" story though! It leads into a Danny/Dani Father/Daughter.
Current Stories (Works in progress):
Postponed Christmas with the Enemies: Supposed to be my first priority, but then again, it was supposed to be done by new year's, since it's a holiday special. Danny, Sam, and Tucker are invited to a Christmas/New Year's party by Ember! That may or may not be done by next Christmas... Going to be something I add to only during winter holidays.
Postponed Post-Pits: The two chapters up have become teasers, at least until I finish Christmas with the Enemies. Working on too many things at a time is kinda confusing. Anyways, it gives you enough time to read Pits by Cordria because it's a follow up, and you'll probably be confused for a while if you don't read Pits. read the author's note for better explanation. Also, I need a good title! Help appreciated!
School and Cats and Ghosts, Oh My!: Not everything has to be all action-y and problem-y, right? Random Danny Phantom fillers, i.e., a day at school or the weekend or something, Danny's birthday (He's gonna get a present from Sam! Betcha can't guess what it is! No, really. It's very unexpected), maybe even Vlad picking out a cat! Fluff!
Deleted: look for it on Wattpad under same name within a
Freed!: Sequel to Captured? and is a Danny/Dani father/daughter fic.
Merciful: Avengers fic!
Future Stories (I have to put them somewhere, or else they clog up my thinking space. Danny Phantom one have been placed in the back of my mind as I am lacking in Danny Phantom inspiration, what with it being removed from Netflix):
NEW!!! Can't remember what we were going to call it: This will be a Mortal Instruments/Twilight Saga crossover. I am working on it with MuchoMangoz1734. It will be kind of a large 'battle' thing, and the remaining two characters will be the winners. Announcers in it will be us!