Hi PPL

I've read lots of stories on fanfiction for a long time and have finally gotten my account. This will be my second time posting stories, my first was on DA but I'm still nervous so pls be nice.When I upload review, I appreciate criticism but nothing to bad, and let me know how I can improve or if I've gotten a character wrong. Let me know if you'd like more of my stories and you can let me know if you don't like them, but there's no need to swear, when I upload.

There's not much to say about me as my pen name says I love anime and anything Japanese related (POCKY!!!!), I love all kinds of music and don't really have a fav. I love reading, swimming and hanging with my friends. I don't really have a lot of self-esteem but I try to not let it bother me, I'm a chubby girl who enjoys food and lazing around most of the time but I love being outdoors as well. I'm not that confident in myself, I was recently in a talent show but I wouldn't have done it if my friend hadn't singed up with me. I love animals and I'm doing horse riding. I love cute things, sweet things and sugary things. I'm a 15-*hang on need to fix that 'cause now i'm 17!!! * girl, I live in little rural town in Western Australia.

EternalAnimeAngel08 signing out ;)

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted. "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

This is what I found on my BFF's account(moonyong98) and it got me sooo bad, if you don't get what I mean then just read. Both of these are found on 99mimis profile

Put This In Your Profile If You're Still 5 Inside...No Matter How Old You Are Now

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to."It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''My heart nearly stopped.The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''"My mommy loves white roses."A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

This one had me laughing and agreeing

Friends or Best Friends

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink
BEST FRIENDS: Help themselves and are the reason you never have any food

FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. Mrs and grandpa by grandpa
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents MOM and DAD grandpa GRAMPS

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying "DAMN we really messed up"

FRIENDS: Never see you cry
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell anyone else you cry... just laugh about it when your not down anymore

FRIENDS: Ask you to write down you number
BEST FRIENDS: Have you on speed dial

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff and gives it back a few days later
BEST FRIENDS: Lose your stuff and tell you, "My bad .. here's a tissue"

FRIENDS: Know only a few things about you
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography about your life

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what everyone else is doing
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door
BEST FRIENDS: Would walk right in and say, "I'M HOME"

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell

FRIENDS: Will help you move a body
BEST FRIENDS: Will say "call me when you need a shovel."

FRIENDS: Try to help you when you get hurt
BEST FRIENDS: Sit there laughing their ass of saying, "Dude, you're an idiot!"

FRIENDS: Will comfort you when they turn you down
BEST FRIENDS: Will go up to them and say, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"

FRIENDS: Ask why your crying
BEST FRIENDS: Already have a shovel ready to bury the loser that made you cry

FRIENDS: Lend you their umbrella
BEST FRIENDS: Take yours and say 'RUN, BITCH RUN!'

FRIENDS: Are through high-school /college (drinking buddies)
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life

FRIENDS: Will ignore this
BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this shit

I don't really believe in GOD but I do believe that there are other beings out there and I don't just mean aliens

This is a true story:

Her dad was a drunk. Her mom was an addict. Her parents kept her locked in an attic. Her only friend was a little toy bear. It was old and worn out and had patches of hair. She always talked to it when no one's around. She lays there and hugs it. Not a peep of sound until her parents unlock the door. Some more and more pain she'll have to endure. A bruise on her leg. A scar on her face.Why would she be in such a horrible place? But she grabs her bear and softly cries. She loves her parents. But they want her to die. She sits in the corner quiet but thinking, "Please God, why is my life always sinking?"Such a bad life for a sad little kid. She'd get beaten and beaten for anything she did. Then one night her mom came home high and the poor child was beaten as hours went by. Then her mom suddenly grabbed for a blade. It was sharp and pointy. One that she made. She thrusted the blade right in her chest, "You deserve to die, you worthless piece of s!" The mom walked out, leaving the girl slowly dying. She grabbed her bear and again started crying. Police showed up at the small little house. Then quickly barged in. Everything quiet as a mouse. One officer slowly opened a door to find the little girl lying dead on the floor. It must have been bad to go through so much harm. But at least she died with her best friend in her arms
(add this to your profile if you're against child abuse)
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't ignore it because the Bible says that if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my father and the glory of Heaven
Even if you can't see Him, God is there! If you believe in God, put this in your profile!
If you are obsessed with fanfiction or this brought a tear to your eye (both for me) copy this into your profile.

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he Talked His friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.

Re-Post this if u r against bullying. I bet 95% of u won't.

Your life would probably not be as harsh as theirs

Mummy...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 crack! Mummy 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

But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye, I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another, and all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much, and please tell Chris, 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 that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest, mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class, and never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this, mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss

And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try, I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest, but mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest, mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mummy listen to me if you 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

Mummy I wanted to live, but mummy I must go now the time is getting late

Mummy tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date , I love you mummy I always have, I know you know it's true

Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you", In memory of the Columbian students that were lost

Please if you would, pass this around, I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground, if you pass this on, maybe people will cry

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

I love my Mum, I hope you all do to

When you were 5, your mum gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mum drove you from swimming to soccer to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mum paid for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mum was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mum paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mum taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 18, your mum cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mum drove you to college. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mum paid for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mum fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents are to their children.

Then on night she died quietly and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If you love your mum, copy and paste this in your profile. If you don't, then you won't care if your mum dies, will you?

If you HATE child abusing like me copy and paste this to your profile.

My name is Skylar

I am but 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 speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

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 he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for 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 too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless and

Lifeless on the floor.

My name is Skylar

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

My mum and dad bought a 1yr old puppy before I was born, she was my big sister and best friend. Mum and dad rescued her from the pound and I wish she was still around

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.

These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed "No, Daddy Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry."

She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.

It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Put this on your profile if it touched your heart.