Author has written 5 stories for Danny Phantom.
Hey!! How many people even read the bios? I bet you all want to scroll down to get to my awesome stories, no? Well, I would make this easier on you, but I'm feelin' evil today. So you can be a wimp and scroll down anyway, or you can bear my annoyingness and read. That's a fair deal, right?
Name: I think they call it a penname for a reason. So you can call me Spectral. Or if you want to be formal, Spectral Angel. Or maybe just Angel, it's up to you.
Birthday: Well, my B-Day is on the same day the Twin Towers fell. If your American then you know exactly what date this is.
Age: Figure out my birthday and do the math.
Hair Color: It's brown. Not a very pretty color, I know.
Eye Color: I would love to say that my eyes are the same shade as Danny's, but alas my eyes are the color of chocolate.
Favorite color: The shade of sky right after a violent thunderstorm. Exactly the time a wonderful rainbow comes out.
Now to tell you about my muses!!! I have Danny Sam and Clockwork. Although you'll see Danneh the most.
Things I Am Not Allowed To Do at Hogwarts #143: I must not sing 'We're off to see the wizard' when sent to the Headmaster's office -FF author
They say "Guns don't kill people, people kill people." Well I think the guns help. If you stood there and yelled BANG, I don't think you'd kill too many people.
I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no way Paper can beat Rock. Is Paper supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? If so, why can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that stuff up in two seconds. That's why when I play rock/ paper/ scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my ready made fist and say, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you"
Boys are like trees - they take 50yrs to grow up.
Excuse me. Have you seen my mind? I think I've lost it...
My mind works like lightning...one flash and then it's gone.
Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound as they go by.
I don't obsess! I think intensely.
I'm not random, you just can't think as fast as me
MOO... I'm a fish
Silence is Golden, Duck tape is Silver
Guns don't kill people, People with mustaches do
Love isn't about joy, it's about endurance
Life pushes us down, the only thing we can do is get back up and try again
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ... - Louis Hector Berlioz
Always forgive your enemies. Nothing annoys them so much.- Oscar Wilde
Officer, I swear to Drunk I'm not God!
Come to the dark side. We have COOKIES!
You laugh, I laugh. You cry, I cry. You hurt, I hurt. You jump off a bridge, I get a paddle boat and save your sorry butt.
I used to be normal, until I met the freaks that I call my friends
One day, we will look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject.
You say I'm not cool. But cool is another word for cold. If I'm not cold, I'm hot. I know I'm hot. Thanks for embracing it.
I like you. When the world is mine, your death shall be quick and painless.
I'm not ALWAYS late. Sometimes I just don't show up.
If you can read this message, you are blessed, because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:
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If you could read that put it in your profile!
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 afterall, 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!''
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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
I didn't write it but when I saw it on somebody else's profile it touched my heart, so I had to repost. I hope you can repost as well.
The "You no like, you no read" club: If you believe that people who don't like someone's story should simply not read it instead of posting cruel and hateful reviews, copy and paste this into your profile and add your name to the list: Alicia's Purple Velvet Purse, changelingchild, crimsonchidori, SasukeSakuraxXXxItachiSakura, cherryredblossom,BLOSSOMHEARTXOXO, Kagome-Loves-Kouga, Jessica01, Jidt, Horseluvr14, I'mdancinonthefloorforacartoon,Timmylover,Silent Phantom gal, Video/GamingFreak1213, Spectral Angel
Wow. That was long. If you got this far, put "Angels Rock" at the end of one of your reviews.
Oh Gallifrey, I need to update, don't I? I'm REALLY sorry for the wait, but my FF account was hacked. All my progress was lost!!!! Please oh please forgive me?