Author has written 5 stories for Prince of Tennis, Harry Potter, and La Corda D'Oro.
I just want to make something very clear. Beside on FanFiction.net, I don't post my fanfics anywhere else nor using another penname. Thus, if you see my stories on other fiction nets under another penname, be sure that I didn't do it. I also didn't give my permission to anyone else to post my fanfics outside of FFiction.net. So, if you see my stories else where under another penname, it is simply an act of plagiarism.
I'm happy that my stories inspired other people to write their own. On the other hand, I do not stand for plagiarism. Like every fanfiction writers, I work hard to come up with my stories. I believe I deserve respect just for the hadrworking hours I put in to build up my stories. If one cannot have respect for my hardwork, please, at least have respect for yourself and do not degrade yourself so low down to plagiarism.
FANFCTION NET TV SHOW
Host: "Welcome everyone. It's Fanfiction Net TV Show time! Today, we are presenting a random member among the zillion subscribers, Plush. Plush-san, thank you for accepting our invitation and welcome to FFnet TV show."
Plush: "Since you pull me out of me bed and tie me down this chair, it was hard to refuse your so called "invitation". But, yoroshiku."
Host sweat dropping at the introduction, laughing embarrassely and wiped her face with a handkerchief): "Hahaha... Plush-san, we know a little bit from you because you don't write a lot of fanfictions. Can you tell us more about you?"
Plus: "Before that, can you untie me please. I promise not to run away."
Host: "Oh, sure!" The host gesture a staff to come on the stage to untie the guest. Then, he left the stage with the rope in hands.
Host: "Now, Plush-san, tell us where do you come from?"
Plush: "Since I was born on Earth, I think I'm an Earthman."
Host (sweat dropping again): "That's not exactly what I mean to ask, but let's continue with the next question. What do you like to do?"
Host: "Okay... Hmn, what is your favorite activity?"
Host: "Err, (sweat dropping again), then what is your favorite thing in the world?"
Plush: "My blanket."
Host: "...Hum, other thing you like besides your blanket?"
Plush: "My pillow."
Host: "Ah... (stressing on the first word) Anything else besides your blanket and your pillow?"
Plush: "Choco, my big chocolate teddy bear plushy."
Host (sighing in despair, decided to change the subject of the conversation): "Then, is there something you dislike?"
Plush: "Being disturbed during my sleep (stiffing a yawn)."
Host (staring blankly at her guest): "Then, what will you do if someone disturb your sleep?"
Plush (eyelids starting to drop): "Probably kill it, but not before having slowly torture it with lot and lot of pain (shooting murderous glares at the host and at the telespectators)."
Host (froze and sweating cold sweat): "A-anything y-you want t-to say to the spectators?"
Plush: "Don't disturb my sleep if you wish to see tomorrow sunrise (and dropped off to sleep)."
The host and the telespectators froze on the spot, not daring to make a sound. After a minute, the host was sure that the main guest was deep asleep, closed the show.
Host (whispering to the telespectators): "Thank you for watching FFnet TV Show. We will see-...!"
Plush turned around to snuggle in the sofa, making everyone turning blue, fearing for their life. But seeing that the guest didn't wake up, the host continued.
Host (whispering again): "We will see you again tomorrow at the same time on FF-TV. Bye bye."
Plush: "Zzz... Zzz... Zzz..."
Next, the host, the spectators and the TV crew tiptoed toward the exit, making sure not to make a sound, leaving the main guest snoring on the sofa of the set.
I got this story in French from a friend, but I changed many things when I translated it to English. I added in my own interpretation. Please enjoy reading it!
A man had a conversation with God. He said to God:
"God, I want to know what is Hell and what is Paradise."
"Follow me," God said to the man.
God leaded the man toward two doors. He opened the first one and let the man look inside. In the room, there was an immense round table and on the middle of the table was a huge pot filled with a delicious stew. The man drooled at the the aroma of the stew. Strangely, the people sat around the table were skinny and deathly pale. They looked famished. All of them had an extremely long handled spoon attached to their arm. They could reach the stew pot and scooped a spoon. However, because the handle of the spoon was longer than their arm, they couldn't bring the spoon to their mouth. The man shivered at the sight of their misery and suffering.
"This is Hell," God told the man.
Next, God leaded the man toward the second door. God opened the door and the man saw exactly the same scene as in the first room. There was a big round table with, in its middle, a delicious stew pot which made the man drooling again. Like in the first room, the people around the table had a long handled spoon attached to their arm. But in this room, everyone were well fed, plump, smiling, talking and laughing with each other. Clearly, this was Paradise.
"I don't understand!" the man said to God.
"It's very simple. The people in this room have learn to feed each other, while the gluttonous and selfish in the other room only think about themselves. Hell is often seen on Earth. But if only human would extend their hands to their brothers and sisters and help each other, they can turn Hell into Paradise," God explained.
Up to now, only 7% of people who would share their spoon with another (or even a ladle!). Make the 7% increase: share your spoon and this story on your profile!
I found a very interesting story. Here I post it for anyone who want to read it.
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 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 help this young woman, 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 and he answered,
"Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
Whether you believe or not, you're never alone.