Author has written 12 stories for Wreck-It Ralph, Codename: Kids Next Door, Minecraft, and Kickin' It.
Name: Bubblina Gumdrop
Home: Sugar Rush, Litwak's Arcade
Age:9 (like the rest of the racers)
Favorite Movie: Wreck it Ralph
Favorite TV Show: Kickin' It
Fave Couple: VanillaButter and PumpkinPop
Close friends of mine:
I probably owe this girl like 50 million 'thank you's for helping me out with my stories. She's funny, nice, and I can always count on her when I writer's block. (which is almost all the time) Her stories are well written and I'm pretty sure I've read each story at least 10 times, if not more. Long story short, she's totally awesome and my best friend.
This guy has to be one of favorite writers. (tied with Vicky) He's super funny, writes awesome fight scenes, and he may write for little kid shows like Strawberry Shortcake, but I can guarantee that they are not for little kids. Overall, he's like my brother.
This girl is funny, sweet, and writes really good stories! My favorite one by her right now is Racing Academy. She's a great listener and I can also count on her when I need someone to talk to.
I nearly broke my ribs while laughing at his stories. He's extremely funny, nice, and his fourth wall jokes will remind you of Deadpool. WARNING: Reading his stories will cause a lot of pain in your ribs from laughing too hard! You've been warned! But I really do love his stories.
A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son; people call her a slut and no one knows she was raped at 13. People call another Guy fat; no one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight . People call an old man ugly; no one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war. People call a women bald, but they don't know she has cancer. Re-post this if you are against bullying and stereotyping.
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 then planned, and had to walk home alone. She hasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked 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 was waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt 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 way 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 recogize 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 can identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man have been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they can do for her. She asked if they can 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 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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.
When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming to soccer to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.
When you were 10, your mom paid for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.
When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.
When you were 14, your mom paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.
When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.
When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.
When you were 20, your mom drove you to college. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to in front of your friends.
When you were 26, your mom paid for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.
When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents are to their children.
Then on night she died quietly and everything you did came crashing down on you.
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