I am Gigiisme. I am old enough to be on this site, and I love to write. I have a couple good plots for a fanfic. Yet, I am not sure if I am willing to post any stories. I think I will familiarize myself first, then hopefully find someone who is interested in helping me revise some of my outlines. Once I get that finished I will most likely post a fanfic with one of my story plots. Also, if some people think I am plot stealing, I am not. Most of these plots and stories I will post, are from my own imagination. If they are surprisingly similar in a way, PM me and I will alter my story in some way to appease you. If I like my story the way it is and it's coincident, then I will most likely be reluctant and refuse to change it. None the less, if I somehow interfere with others story or it's similar please PM me I need to know. I only say this as I have been accused of stealing plots, and such. I do not wish to repeat the past.
Other than that. I am very excited to enter the world of fanfic, and hope to meet any people who are willing to help me. Feel free to PM me for any or all questions and I will answer. I hope to post something really soon!
Well.. On the other hand..
I love to read, write, and just do about anything. I am open minded, and willing to push myself to the extreme for something I believe in. I can be both silly, and serious. Though mostly in be inbetween. I love books that range from Immortal instruments, to Divergent, to The Inheritence Cycle.
Yeah, I am open minded to everything and anyone. I could care less of what people say about me, and I am a big music fanatic. My taste in music also varies, but I think I am slightly more picky. I can go from pop, to classical, to indies, to rock, then to metal. I could be listening to System of a Down, then to Beethoven. Now that's a bit about me.
Oh! I also LOVE to Rp. So if you have any forums, feel free to Pm me links, as I would love to join! :)
10 year old Warriors fan, Emmy Grace Cherry was a warrior fan and had warrior spirit. Emmy and her parents, Dana and Jimmy Cherry, were killed in a tornado in February 2007. On Wands and Worlds,a fantasy fiction forum, several fans agreed that she deserved a warrior name. One fan performed the ceremony and named her Brightspirit. Other fans agreed this was the perfect name. The Erins placed her her along with her parents in the book Long Shadows as Brightspirit, Braveheart, and Shiningheart. Please pass this message along by copy and pasting it to your profile and adding your name to tthe list of people who will always remember a true warrior: Wolfgrowl, Rainshimmer, Hawksky, Leopardheart, Winterthaw, Scarheart, LarkThatSingsAtDawn, Dawneyes, Tabbyfire, Selah Lament, Stormfeather, Flowershine, Shadowheart
Since I can. I am gonna post this. Yeah, have your laugh!
If you've ever tried to put your hair behind your ears and ended up poking yourself in the eye, copy this into your profile
If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this to your profile
If you think iPods were gifts from the gods copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you like chocolate as much as I do, copy this in your profile (I don't like chocolate..)
If you have ever stopped to look at something in the middle of a busy street, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever just wanted to SLAP/PUNCH someone, copy this onto your profile
If at one time you misspelled or forgot how to spell a word less than four letters, copy and paste this onto your profile
98 of the internet population has a MySpace. If you're part of the 2 that can resist stupid fads, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile
If you are against fur coats or killing animals just to look good, copy this into your profile.
If you've ever had a random laughing fit for no reason, copy and paste this onto your profile
If you've ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you like smiley faces, then copy this into your profile. :D :P
If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you are always pressing one button when you mean to press another, copy this onto your profile.
If you have ever tripped down the stairs copy this into your profile.
If you have ever tried to make plans for world domination, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever asked a really stupid and obvious question, copy and past this into your profile
If you've ever answered a rhetorical question, copy and paste this into your profile
If you've ever pushed on a door that said pull, or vice verca, copy and paste this into your profile
Now some more randomness because I want to.
If Edward Cullen stood on the top of the Empire State Building, 98% of girls would scream, on the otherhand, I'd be part of the 2% of girls that would get a chair and some popcorn and laugh hysterically. Put this on your profile if you agree. (mainly meant for you my brother..)
The world was a logical place, men would be the ones who ride horses sidesaddle.
I would be more scared if you were aiming at the person next to me.
I used to be normal, until I met the freaks I call my friends.
One day, your prince will come. Mine? Oh, he took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions.
Sometimes giving up doesn't mean your weak, it means you're strong enough to let go.
5 Truths of Life.
1. You cannot touch all of your teeth with your tongue
2. All idiots, after reading the first truth, try it
3. The first truth is a lie
4. You're smiling right now because you know you fell for it... (Idiot!)
5. You still have a stupid smile lingering on your face
Now, if you fell for it (I KNOW you did), copy & paste this into your profile.
These stories. Are all true. If you tear up then you are human. If you don't then you didn't actually read it.
Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a great crack
Mummy I was a good girl I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy please tell Daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mummy warn the others
Mummy I left without a kiss
And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try
I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry
Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest
Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack
Mummy listen to me if you would I wish I didn't look back
I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with daddy On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married I wanted to have a kid
I wanted to be an actress Mummy I wanted to live
But mummy I must go now The time is getting late
Mummy tell my Chris I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date
I love you Mummy I always have I know you know it's true
Mummy all I wanted to say is "Mummy I love you"
In memory of the Columbian students that were lost Please if you would Pass this around.
Her name was Auroura She was only five This is what happened When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic
Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair
She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound
Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear And softly cries She loves her parents But they want her to die
She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, "God, why? Why is My life always sinking?"
Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did
Then one night Her mom came home high The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made
She thrust the blade Right into her chest, "You deserve to die You worthless pest!"
The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying
Police showed up At the small little house They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad little girl Lying on the floor
It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friend in her arms.
Story about child abuse. Please stand up and stop it.
My name is sarah I am but three
My eyes are swollen I cannot see
I must be stupid I must be bad
What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly
Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice
So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car
My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar
I hear him curse My name he calls
I press myself Against the wall
I try and hide From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words
He says its my fault That he suffers at work
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more
I finally get free And I run for the door
He's already locked it And I start to bawl
He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken
And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken
"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late
His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor
My name is Sarah And I am but three
Tonight my daddy, Murdered me
Come on have a heart and stop this.
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.
Sad story.. See what Drinking and Driving does?
went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom. . . I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say I'll die in a short time.
I just want to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here her dying, and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave,
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive,
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say goodbye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
As I said before. Drinking and Driving.. Big No, No.
Please have a heart and spread these stories around. They are all true. Paste them on your profile scream them out a window do something to make them known.
25 REASONS WE OWE OUR MOTHER
1. Our mother taught us TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE. "If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
2. Our mother taught us RELIGION. "You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
3 . Our mother taught us about TIME TRAVEL. "If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"
4. Our mother taught us LOGIC. "Because I said so, that's why."
5. Our mother taught us MORE LOGIC. "If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6. Our mother taught us FORESIGHT. "Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."
7. Ou mother taught us IRONY. "Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."
8. Our mother taught us about the science of OSMOSIS. "Shut your mouth and eat your supper."
9. Our mother taught us about CONTORTIONISM. "Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"
10. Our mother taught us about STAMINA. "You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11. Our mother taught us about WEATHER. "This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."
12. Our mother taught us about HYPOCRISY. "If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
13. Our mother taught us the CIRCLE OF LIFE. "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."
14. Our mother taught us about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION. "Stop acting like your father!"
15. Our mother taught us about ENVY. "There are millions of less fortunate colts and fillys in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
16. Our mother taught us about ANTICIPATION . "Just wait until we get home."
17. Our mother taught us about RECEIVING. "You are going to get it when you get home!"
18. Our mother taught us MEDICAL SCIENCE. "If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way, and you'll look like the mailmare, Ms. Hooves."
19. Our mother taught us ESP. "Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
20. Our mother taught us HUMOR. "When that lawn mower cuts off your hooves, don't come running to me."
21. Our mother taught us HOW TO BECOME A MARE. "If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
22. Our mother taught Us GENETICS. "You're just like your father."
23. Our mother taught us about my ROOTS. "Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
24. Our mother taught us WISDOM. "When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
25. And our favorite: Our mother taught us about JUSTICE. "One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you and your little lot.. horrible!"
Your mom has atleast told you one of these.
When she walks away from you mad
When she stares at your mouth
When she pushes you or hits you
When she starts cussing at you
When she's quiet
When she ignores you
When she pulls away
When you see her at her worst
When you see her start crying
When you see her walking
When she's scared
When she lays her head on your shoulder
When she steals your favorite hat
When she teases you
When she doesn't answer for a long time
When she looks at you with doubt
When she says that she likes you
When she grabs at your hands
When she bumps into you
When she tells you a secret
When she looks at you in your eyes
When she misses you
When you break her heart
When she says its over
When she repost this bulletin
Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.-
When she says she's ok don't believe it, talk with her- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you-
Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her-
Treat her like she's all that matters to you.-
Tease her and let her tease you back.-
Stay up all night with her when she's sick.-
Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.-
Give her the world.-
Let her wear your clothes.-
When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.-
Let her know she's important.-
Kiss her in the pouring rain.-
When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is;
That will be all. Thank you for reading my absurdly LONG profile/bio/whatever you call these things. Now Bye!
So.. This is where you are most of the time.. Hmm.. You are going to Kill me sister once you read this. And wonder how I got your information! Hahahaha! Dude.. You disrespected Twilight.. We are going to settle this with Kickboxing tonight, at the usual spot. You're going down.
Ich werde warten, und ich konnte nicht herausfinden, wie man das in Englisch geben .. Es schockiert mich immer noch, wie gut Sie darin sind.
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