Author has written 51 stories for Pokémon, Naruto, Zoids, Beyblade, Yu-Gi-Oh, Digimon, G-Gundam, Cyborg 009, Yu Yu Hakusho, Inuyasha, Mega Man, Yu-Gi-Oh GX, Scryed, Tokyo Mew Mew, ThunderCats, +Anima, Death Note, X-Men: Evolution, Justice League, Flash, Harry Potter, and One Piece.
Below is the Master List of names from my story Yami no Hedwig. It will be updated as I write the story.
Animals by humans:
Animals by normal Animals:
Fans of my story Somewhere Safe can now find an unofficial fifth chapter written by Kyer (who's reviews and stories tend to make me giggle). His chapter has my full approval and love.
A POEM I FOUND ON ANOTHER'S PAGE. PLEASE POST IT!
My name is Tiffany
I am 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 was better
I wish i weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong
I can't speak at all,
Or else i'm locked up
All day long
When I am awake I am alone
The house is dark
My folks arn't home
When mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
so maybe i'll just get
one whipping tonight
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From charlie's bar
i hear him curse
my name is called
i press myself
agaisnt the wall.
i try to hide
from his evil eyes
i am so afriad now
i am starign to cry
he finds me weeping
calls me ugly words,
he says it's my fauly
he suffers at work
he slaps and hits me
yells at me more
i finally get free
and run to the door.
he's already locked it
i start to bawl
he takes me throws me
agasint 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 it's now to late
his face has ben twisted
into a unimaginable shape
the hurt and the pain
again and again
O please god, have mercy!
O please let it end!
and he finally stops
and heads for the door
while i lay there motionless
brawled on the floor
My name is Tiffany
i am three
tonight my daddy
and you can help
sickens me top soul
and if you don't read this
and don't pass it on,
i pray for your fogiveness
beacuse you would have to be
one haeartless person not to be effected
by this poem
and because you are effected
do something about it!
so all i ask you
is to pass it on!
IF YOU ARE AGAISNT CHILD ABUSE REPOST THIS!!
Try Not To Cry
Her name was Auroura
Her dad was a drunk
Her only friend
She always talked to it
Until her parents
A bruise on her leg
But she grabs her bear
She sits in the corner
Such a bad life
Then one night
Then her mom suddenly
She thrusted the blade
The mom walked out
Police showed up
One officer slowly
It must have been bad
If child abuse makes you sick and you think it's horrible and should be stopped, put this poem on your profile.
The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up.
He then 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.
I went to a party, Mom,
Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school
You know what Mommy
You went to the doctor today.
I can hear that doctor again.
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
If you're against abortion, re-post this
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I seriously do not like stereo types, so stop!!
We interrupt this profile for an important message to one who has passed on. He will be remembered dearly.
OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
A moment of silence.
(Originally from mandy-san's profile)
Love vs. Sex
A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening
She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees,
When she reached the alley, which was a short
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
She felt she could recognize the man, so
The police asked her if she would be
She agreed and immediately pointed out
When the man was told he had been
The officer thanked Diane for her bravery
She asked if they would ask the man one
Diane was curious as to why he had not
When the policeman asked him, he
Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what... and if you stand up for him he will
93 percent of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile, and add your name to the list: Sunlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Moonlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Evil Genius of the COCA, Invader Miley Phantom, dAnnYsGiRl777, BloodySalvation, Lady Lost-A-Lot, bellabookworm9, Bella Masen Cullen, Vampire Scooby, Alannaswarrior, SpottedLilly, Alleyanna Cullen, hugs.4.all.the.emo.boyz, roughdiamond5, Random Little, Writer FanofSnicket, MissVioletBaudelaire13, BMWWfan, BMWWfreak, foxmoonshadow
If you want to smack, slap, kick and punch whoever decided to stop airing Justice League Unlimited on Boomerang, then copy and paste this on your profile and add your name to the list: BMWWfreak, foxmoonshadow
IF YOU THINK CHOWDER AND FLAPJACK ARE SOME OF THE MOST STUPIDEST SHOWS IN THE HISTORY OF STUPID SHOWS AND THAT THEY SHOULD HAVE STOPPED AIRING THEM INSTEAD OF JUSTICE LEAGUE UNLIMITED, PASTE THIS ON TO YOUR PROFILE.
If you think those stupid kids should just give the rabbit the freakin' Trix, copy this into your profile.
If people think that you are mentally unstable copy and paste this into your profile.
For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you just what you find so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour long sob-fest, then start singing and dancing when your favorite song plays. Crazy is when you do or say a totally random thing, like "do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or start having a thumbwar with yourself (I find that I am a very tough opponent). So if you're crazy, copy this onto your profile.
When life gives you lemons, make apple juice and let life wonder how the heck you did it!
Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" when we're already there?
Be nice to your kids, they'll chose your nursing home.
An apple a day keeps the Doctor away...if you can throw it hard enough.
Pluto was no longer declared a planet on August 27 of 2006 just because it was "Too small" and "Off its orbit" for a couple scientists' likings. If you still think Pluto should be a planet then copy and paste this to your profile. LONG LIVE PLUTO!The following may be haesh but it needs to be said. Way to many young and old take their lives everyday. It needs to stop.
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried and because of it suffered a brain injury and no longer has control over her motor functions. now her family has to care for her and take care of her for the rest of her life…and your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care
(Don’t be fooled by any of my posts, I’m not really religious and should not be looked to for any religious help. Both of my parents are Christians, but I just never caught on. If you are looking for religious help, I suggest finding a church and talking to the preacher.)
Unattended children will be given a puppy and an espresso. -- Actual sign at a restaurant.
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