Pseudonym: Sapphire Nightshade.

Second Account: Detectivewriters

I want to be an author and mangaka (an author for a manga). I have many story ideas in mind and have even started and named a few, yet haven't posted them. Yet. Well, the names of the documents for these yet-to-be-posted fanfictions are these (with some description):

Anokata (Detective Conan. Shinichi used to be the boss of the Black Organization?! Might not do);

DC, DW, Sherlock Crossover (a crossover . . . between Detective Conan, Doctor Who and Sherlock . . . Pretty self-explanatory);

Heist Gone Wrong (Detective Conan and Magic Kaito. Shinichi HAD to show up . . . and fish and getting trapped with Sonoko, too);

Insufferable Sonoko (Detective Conan. Oh, if only Sonoko knew Conan's identity . . . Might not do);

Kaitou Kid and the Doctor (rename) (Doctor Who and Magic Kaito and Detective Conan. Plays off the similarities of DC ova 4 and MK episode 11. Might not do);

Kid's Nightmares (Magic Kaito (and maybe Detective Conan?). A one-shot on Kaito's nightmares of fish);

New Name (Detective Conan Magic Kaito crossover based on a scene in episode 508 of DC. Who know that guy in the brown would pass by right as Eisuke said that to Conan. Might not do);

Pandora: Found (Magic Kaito. Kaito finally finds Pandora . . . surrounded by fish);

To Be Renamed (Detective Conan. Two suspicious girls turn up around Conan, and they apparently know something);

Videogames with Kid (Detective Conan (and maybe Magic Kaito?). Conan and Kid are trapped and the only way to get out is to play the videogame. Might not do);

Randomness (A collection of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito stories that usually have neither a beginning nor an end)

1 - Accidental Discovery (Ran accidentally discovers Conan's secret)

2 - All Because They Found Out (Conan tells Ran his identity himself . . . as he's dying)

3 - Confession (Anokata had captured Ran, what else could Conan do?)

4 - Disappearance (Ran's perspective. Apparently at some point in time, Conan disappeared and Shinichi wouldn't answer his phone no matter what)

5 - That Guy (That guy who always commits the crimes in every single case: the silhouette. Might not do)

6 - Yamamura-keiji's Promotion (How on earth did Yamamura-keiji get promoted to keibu anyway?)

Favorite Phrases:

-Then it hit him. Literally

-Can you not see the forest because of the trees? (This is an actual Japanese idiom)

Books (Not actually published, of course. Just ideas)
The Saturnese Scrolls Trilogy
*Night Hawk
*Star Strok (looking for a better name)
*(I don't have an idea for the third book yet)

*Dragon's Spark

Manga (Same as books)
*The Mark of the Dragon

*Kakusareta Sekai [translates as: Hidden World] (the main characters, Takito and Rain, are secondary characters in The Phantom Thief Race, my DNA and DC/CC crossover)

I believe in God the Father, God the Son, and God the holy spirit.

WARNING: The Following and alot after is very sad and very true, try not to cry

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cryed post this in your profile

If you are against child abuse, post this in your profile...

My name is May

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 May

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

If you care at all about this poor child, paste it onto your profile, before it's too late

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 killed 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 God for her safety, 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,
and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you.