Author has written 94 stories for Fantasy, General, Fantasy, Friendship, General, Essay, Life, Nature, War, Family, Love, Politics, Religion, Song, Historical, Play, Humor, Young Adult, Humor, and Horror.
Poem of the week: Color Write, this poem won third place in a local poetry contest.
Story of the month: Already Married, it's a newbie, I like it though.
Home: USA, (Illinois)
Religion: Mormon. Ok I know, I know; I know what you are all thinking "Those crazy Mormons!" Yes, I'm sure we're a little crazy, but nothing like that, just a bit more happy than most people. And by the way, my father only has one wife and the Mormons do not own Coca-Cola, sorry. (Just a few myths that float around).
Hobbies: paint, draw, write poems and stories, fidle with the computer, create comics and reading.
Faves(favorite things): colors, chocolate! wings (don't ask me why), snoopy! and all the other Peanuts characters, anime (Cardcaptors Sakura was my childhood fave)
Places I've been: no where out of the US! The best place i've ever been is probably Mount Rushmore and Yellow Stone park. I've been to the west cost (not the east though) never been in the ocean for more than five minutes, but I have been in the Great lakes (at least one of them).
Fav movies/Tv shows: Pirates of the Carribean, Daddy Daycare, Lord of the Rings, Napolean Dynamite, and Gilmore Girls.
2. For all you guys out there, "Faith, boy! Faith!" -Mrs. P.
3."United we stand, divided we fall. all toes for one and ONE FUNKY TOE FOR ALL!" -firehair222.
4. "I imagine that most of you will be understanding at some point in your life. And I am sure that each of you will have difficulties ahead of you. Do not give up. They will not last forever. Look for sunlight in the clouds. God will not forsake you." -Gordon B. Hinkley
5. "I think it is sad that we are afraid of what others think. I think it is sad that we are all afriad to let others know what religion we are. I'm proud to be a mormon or Latter Day Saint. I think we should all embrace what we believe and not worry about what others say!" -Mormon Princess 1
6. "I am a writer and I like everything about writing. To me, writing is like breathing - it's somthing that I've got to do in order to live. It's apart of me and without it, my life wouldn't be complete." J. Stewart.
7."I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." Phl 4:13
8."Freedom is always and exclusively freedom for the one who thinks differently."
9. "The weird ones don't use time or dates, only events, for that's all they can remember." -pudding wings
If you have a story that has dragons, I'll most likely will read it (unless It's rated R, then no.)
COMMING SOON! A lot more poetry!!!
Hey, dont mind what will bebelow. i find it hard to write my stories a chapter at a time, and i always cant carry a floppy around from comouter to computer so im going to write them up here in my bio till i get a chapter finished. that way no hastle at all.
This is a long story, it begins way before my great grandmother's time. If she were still here she couldn't tell it, so you have to go back farther to my great great grandmother's time. She was nineteen. Most nineteen year olds are heading off to college now. But she wasn't, she was stuck in high school still. She wasn't slow or stupid or just down right trouble, no, she was brilliant. If it wasn't for her being held back, I would never be here today. Her name was Jenny and she was the start of it all...
"I'm not going to tell you again, back OFF!" Jenny shouted between her clenched teeth, her fists were clenched too. It was all she could do from punching him in the face.
"Fine then." Nicholas said. He backedaway from the cowering boy in the corner of his seat. The bus slowed to a stop and a flow of people rushed out all staring at Jenny. Nicholas was with them, so was Mary, Todd, and Allie. They glare at her with all their hatred, and especially at the young mansitting next to the window. THe bus lurched forward while she was still standing. Quickly she grabbed one of the metal bars before she fell and sat back in her seat. She looked out the opposite window with a sour face. She knew the boy was watching her.
The Valley of The Clear Fairies
Ch 4 Oranges and Butterflies
What Trey saw in john's eyes shocked him. instead of pupils and iises, there were tiny oranges. trey blinked several times trying to make the oranges go away, but they stayed. trey came closer to john's face and peered into his eyes again.
"What's wrong?" john asked trying to move away from trey's stare.
"Ya've got oranges in your eyes!" Trey pointed, still staring at the oranges.
Then suddenly, john began to grow. He greww bigger along with Nara and the couch. Only when Nara screamed did Trey realize they weren't growing but he was shrinking.
"You miss her, don't you?" Trey jumped ans knocked over a glass vase that was onthewhite,marbletable next to him. With quick fingers, he caught it before it fell. When he had steadied the vase, he looked up to see John polishing a crystal glass.
"No," Trey replied, "I was just lookin' at what she looked like before I was born. She never had many pictures passed my second birthday, ya know." He looked away from John hoping he couldn't see the guilt in his face.
If he had noticed, he didn't bring itup. "You hungry?" John asked turning back into the kitchen from which he had come from. Despite drinking all that orange juice, Trey was starving. He hungrily followed John into the kitchen. There on the table was a platter of sandwiches that were cut into fourths. Trey sat down and started munching down on them. He looked around the kitchen; It was all white with crystal bowls and crystal vases every where. The table was made of white marble along with some of the chairs that sat in the corners. If Trey hadn't known he was alive, he would've thought he had found heaven. That's how it was, white, clean, and beautiful.
Trey felt comfortable and safe in this house, it was different from the rest of the world. Trey felt like he could just live forever staring at the beauty in the house. He had told Nara plenty of times already that day how beautiful she kept the house. Nara only blushed as he flattered her.
Still enchanted by the house, Trey had not noticed what John had been doing all day, till he heard the honk. Only then did all his problems flood back to him. "There's your cab," John said sliding his coat on, "I thought we'd go to the doctor and have you checked out."
'Oh yeah,' Trey thought, 'I had just shrunk in front of them for no reason.' He would have protested, but the magic of the house made him cheery and a bit drunk. So John led him out the door and towards a yellow cab. The sun seemed to be glaringmorethan it had before, yet it was still cold.
Chapter 5 Panic
Trey had no idea how he got back, let alone how he ended up in a hospital. He could smell its smels and could hear random beeps and buzzes. He had a bandage tightly wrapped around his eyes, so tight, it began to give him a head ache. When he reached up to pull the bandage off, a hand stopped him.
"You better leave that on, it will help with the swelling."A woman's voice said.
Trey let out a moan, "How long?"
"Till the swelling goes down. You were hit pretty hard,"The nurse began, "Your lucky that your brother's a law enforcement. Any other person never would have knwn to fine that cab driver for hitting you with his door like that."
"Where is he?" Trey asked.
"Oh probably talking to the doctors, straightening things out." She said, "You've had some bad damage to your eyes. I'm afraid you'll be blind temporarily."
Trey laughed, "I kinda already knew that."
The nurse didn't reply. He knew that she hadn't found it funny. "Just sit back and rest till your brother gets back." Trey could hear her leaving the room.
"Wait," He quickly said before she left. "can ya answer a question for me?"
The nurse stepped back into the room, "Sure." She replied.
"Is my skin burned or is it just tan?" He asked brushing his fingers across his bare arms.
"Yes, it's tan, why?" She answered.
"If I told ya, ya wouldn't believe me."
"Try me." She challenged.
"Ok," He began, "I couldn't tell ya if it was a dream or not. But according to my skin, which has never been a success with tanning, tells that it wasn't a dream." He stopped rubbing his arm, "Over a million yellow butterflies flew out of the cab when the door hit me.
Chapter 6 Weed Givers
Chapter 7 The Troubled Fairy
Trey opened his eyes and found himself back in the hospital bed still covering the struggling ball of light. He jumped out of the bed and wento his door. He peered out in the hallway and called the first he saw. "Nurse! Get me a jar with a lid now! I'm in a hurry." He danced around like a lunatic while holding up his closed hands. Immediately the nurse rushed away as she did her eyes stopped on an unmarked door. 'Bingo!' Trey thought. When no one was left in the hall, he quickly ran over to the door. The door had been stupidly left unlocked just waiting for some patient to come along and walk right in. Inside the door there were plastic containers for urine samples, Trey grabbed a clean one with a lid and slipped back quietly into his room.
He carefully opened his hands and let the body drop in, then he snapped the lid shut. When he looked in, he saw nothing. Horror struck Trey when he realized it was loose. But, before he began to tear apart his room, he heard a tiny tinkle in the container. Trey bent low to the container and listened. Yes, it was definately in the cup. He carefully picked up the cup and shook it slightly, he could hear the tiny body hit the sides of the cup. Trey stepped back and looked again at the cup, he couldn't see it but he could hear it.
… “Dory! Dory!” he yelled as he saw her pass his door. She quickly back stepped and looked at him. In her arms were a mountain of books up to her chin. She wasn’t in her nurse clothes, but instead she was in a pair of jeans sopping with rainwater and a jacket smeared with mud.
“What?” she mumbled keeping the books balanced with her chin.
“Come here quick!” he pulled her in and took half the books and threw them on the bed, then shut the door. “I’ve caught one!” he proclaimed rushing to the window and closing the curtains.
Dory slouched a bit and yawned. She had been up all night searching through the library for books. “What?” She asked half asleep.
Trey ran back to the door and layed a finger on the light switch, “Look at the cup on the table,” when her eyes reached the cup, he flipped the switch. Trey could hear her gasp slightly when she noticed the moving light.
She stumbled forward towards the table, “What is it?” she asked. Trey came up to her and put his face up to the cup.
“It’s one of them,” He replied.
“I kind of figured that, but what is it?” She sat on the edge of the bed and stuck her face beside Trey’s in front of the glass.
The Legend Barnacalitis: Boy of the Sea
“Alright Boy, are you ready?” Don yelled over to him.
April 14, ’05
“Boy, Boy. Wake up Boy,” I opened one eye to See Seascratch above me, “Boy, today is the day.”
“Boy, Boy? Are you alright?” I could feel the sun beat down on my eyelids. I smiled, they were so warm now. I was warm. I opened my eyes to a new world. “You didn’t tell me you were cold,” she said.
If you can ever imagine a witch that is over four hundred stories tall cackling you will know that it is the most horrible sound that has ever traveled to your ears. To this day I still find Manorah’s cackle to be a glass breaker. When I later visited Manorah I had to plead with her not to laugh as she had done before.
Her cackle even made Seascratch cring. Eventually it died leaving my ears thumping. For a while she just smiled at me and looked me over. While she did that, I noticed that her body was slightly becoming transparent. More and more of her bubbles popped killing the crabs and feeding the weeds. Slowly her body shrank and slowly she became clear like a jelly head.
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