Author has written 13 stories for Emperor's New Groove, Chronicles of Narnia, Cars, and Black Panther.
Hello everyone! My username is godlygirl34 but feel free to call me Ms. Fox. I’m not your average teenager. My life and passion is for the truth of God’s word to be revealed in the lives of others. After surviving high school and making my journey into the real world and into college, my purpose is to shine the light of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. With that being said, I have a passion for writing. Whenever I write it feels like I'm unlocking a part of my soul and sharing it with the rest of the world. Most of my work (including the stories on here) reflects a season within the journey of my own life.
My main fandom right now is the Cars fandom. I mainly got interested in Cars due to seeing Cars 3 and getting to know Cruz Ramirez. My banana babe is the main reason why I'm in the fandom. Her struggle with self-doubt is one that mirrors my internal struggle for self-acceptance. Once I got to know her story through the lens of her voice actor's (Cristela Alonzo) story, I immediately fell in love with the character. I'm telling you, Cruz dragged me into hillbilly hell with no mercy! Although it's not widely accepted by the public, the Cars fandom has helped me on an emotional level. Yes the films aren't as extravagant as other Pixar films, but they are a treasure to me (with the exception of Cars 2. Sorry had to make that clear). I enjoy writing these stories for you all and I love receiving feedback for them so don't be afraid to write a review.
Here's a short poem that I wrote (think it describes me the best):My Heart
By: Sarah Fox
My heart is the source of my being.
My heart is the nucleus of my existence.
My heart is a broken vessel, forever longing to be mended.
My heart is a vault that carries precious treasure.
My heart is a well that never runs dry.
The wrong people often stop to take a drink.
My heart is an alabaster box, filled with priceless perfume to its brink.
My heart is a gift that too many take for granted.
My heart is a ballad, every note expressing anguish.
At times, my heart is cold as ice,
Longing to be thwarted with passionate flames.
My heart is an instrument that plays a melody to my veins.
My heart is like a mother's labor, bearing constant hurt and strains.
My heart is broken.
My heart was used.
My heart is locked down.
My heart was abused.
My heart was prideful.
My heart fears pain.
My heart is lonely.
My heart pours like rain.
My heart is still beating.
My heart is still strong.
My heart is going through some cleansing.
My heart still has a song.
My heart still hopes.
My heart still loves.
My heart still believes.
My heart still dreams.
My heart is that small tree, still getting nourished from fresh streams.
My heart is a golden one, it still needs refining.
My heart will never stop glowing.
Nothing can stop it from shining.
My heart was hurt, but it is still beating.
My heart is melting from the Holy Spirit's heating.
Yes, my beating heart is broken, but it still beats faith and hope to my dying veins.
Yes, I still have a heart,
My valiant heart still remains.