Hello, FictionPress people~
You want to know about me? Look here: http://www.fanfiction.net/~princessofnargles
NaNoWriMo
In which anyone and everyone writes a 50,000 word novel in the month of November.
YWP NaNoWriMo
Same thing, except for it's only for the tweleve and younger. (-snort- And, really, who listens to the age limits anymore?)
Will you answer the challange?
Dreams_of_Fidelity I love this video.
My stories:
Death in the Tragic Kingdom- Based on a true story. In memory of Pat Shenck. I found an article on a lot of tragic accidents at Disney, and this particular one really touched me. So I turned it into my own story. It's written in verse, because with the material I had (literally one paragraph), I figured this would just be the easiest way to portray it. I think it's my best work.
All Over Again- I have a family. I'm a successful movie director. I have the life I've always dreamed of. But then I get an email from an old friend, and the next thing I know, my perfect life is falling out around me. My past has come back, and it's looking for me. Um, I'm not quite sure how I came up with this... But, I'm dedicating it to my editor and favorite teacher, Ms. Sloane.
The Four Musketeers- Rachel was one of the Four Musketeers, along with Amy, Alexa, and Cassie. But when Amy lets out her worries about Alexa, it all falls apart, and Rachel doesn't know how to cope. Oneshot. My second story up, and I think it's actually pretty good.
We'll Do What We Want- These are the adventures of three girls, Amber, Narglette, and Ember. Join them as they travel to Africa, meet talking penguins, annoy the Greek god Hermes, and basically do whatever they want! DISCONTINUED. You can still read if you want. Why, Tawny? Why did you have to delete that forum? Now Amber, Sam, and I will never be able to finish it!
An Odd Happening-This is what happens when you put together two crazy girls, an African tribe, Indiana Jones music, and granola into one story. This is what started We'll Do What We Want. -nod-
How Could Anyone Dream This Up?- This is where I post all of my insane dreams. So a lot of it doesn't make much sense, but it's still really funny in a random way. My first fic. I haven't posted a new chapter in, like, a long time, so I'm thinking of discontinuing it. Or deleting it.
Alexa and Jessica Take Over the School- Two evil girls use a secret code to take over their school. But when Miley and Cristy find out, will the plan succeed? Dude... I wrote this in the fifth grade... Why do I still have it up here?
Try Not To Cry
Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great, huge crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye.
I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.
But mommy, it's not fair, since I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they did try
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest
When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could
listen to me, Mommy, if you please would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I want to say is that... I love you
In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech
Students Who Were Lost
Please if you would,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
Now you have 2 choices,
1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as
"Try Not To Cry"
2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how
cold-hearted you really are...
Its ok to cry, I cried, so can you
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 were 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 im locked up,
All day long,
When I'm awake I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren’t home,
When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight,
Don't make a sound,
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie’s bar,
I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall,
I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I’m so afraid now,
I’m starting to cry,
He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work,
He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door,
He’s already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against 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 its now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
with unimaginable hate,
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,
Sprawled on the floor,
My name is Tiffany,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
And you can help to stop this for others.
And if you read this and don’t pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness because you would have to be
One heartless person to not be effected
By this poem and because you are effected,
Do something about it! So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on! If you are against child abuse.
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Pass the ribbon around if you know someone who's died from, survived, or is living with cancer.
I'm not a part of a religion. I've only gone to church three times in my entire life. But I do believe that God is real. Or that there's at least some sort of higher being up there, and there might even be more than Him. That's why I'm reposting this.
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, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?
Homophobia: Stop the hate!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
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