Author has written 2 stories for General, and General.

Hi people! My names is Amy Spung. I live in Conroe, Texas. I'm 14 years old and have a little brother who's name is Dustin. My best friends are Jackie/aka Terra Incognita, Lauren/aka Unga The Mighty Pigedon Hunter, C. M., C. R., Robbie, Bridget, Troy, Matt, Jon, and a few others. Right now, I'm the proud owner of 2, count them 2, stories. One of them is a poem in dedication to a certain somebody *coughtMattcought* and the other one is a story with some of the people listed above going to a party on Halloween. Some of my friends liked it, but they haven't put up reviews for it YET! Oh, well. Well, that's all for me now I guess. OMG! I can't believe I forgot! I have a spatchula who looks like Spongebob Squarepants, but I call him Mr. Potatoe Head. That is all! ^_^

Before I leave you guys with the awareness of my insanity, I'd like to share a special poem about my favorite holiday of mine. Halloween of course. Anyways, I found this the other day while looking at some pretty gruesome poetry. Some were awesome, but others . . . yeah. I'm babling again, aren't I? Don't answer that. On with the poem!

All Hallows Eve
Author: Krista Aya S

All Hallows Eve,
The day when spirits shriek,
Ghosts moan,
And the dead rises.
A day of awaiting the terror,
That comes at night,
When the black cat winks at you,
With glowing green eyes,
Casting a bad luck spell on your soul.
Halloween,
Is what you call this day,
But it isn't,
All fun and games.
It's not about candy,
Or dress up games,
But about witches and goblins,
Zombies and ghouls,
Who steal souls and eat the carcasses.
Beware of All Hallows Eve,
Choose to ignore this warning,
Then I wish thee . . .
A Happy Halloween.