My name is M.B. Wilson. my dream in life is to become a world famous author. I want to write storys to entertain people and keep them that way. I love writing super hero fanfictiuons. I will mainly be writing about Xmen and Teen titans, but I will also work with others.I would love if everyone who feels like it would rate them. So ya! Lts get this party started!!

M.B. Wilson

Here is an example of my writing:

Just dessert??

Cindy raced home from school, completely out of breath. She stopped by deer crossing sign to drink some water. She leaned against it, tire d. She chuged her water than took a bite of a hershys chocolate candy bar. She smiled as the rich chocolate flavor hit her tongue.Cindy was a sweet tooth!She loved anything sweet.

She finally reached her house. She dashed through the front door and locked it behind her. Then she peeked out the window. Her mom wasn't home yet. She thought about what to do next. She decided that now would be a good time to cook dinner. Her mom would be starving when she got home.

Cindy entered the kitchen, and she looked around. It was clean except for one thing. One the counter sat a half open box.A silver light shown from the crack in the box. A tag sat on the counter as well. The tag read: To Miss Cindy Smith and her never ending taste for sweets. Cindy smiled. It was a present... for her! She removed the lid to the box. In it sat a silver glowing knife, half wrapt in silver silk.

She pulled the knife out of the box and sat it on the counter. She through away the box. She pulled out a chopping board. Then she went to the pantry and selected a large pumpkin. She sat the pumpkin on the chopping board. Then she picked up the new knife... HER knife. She chopped the pumkin easily as always. Sh had made pumpkin sup many times before. She finnished chopping up the pumpkin pieces and through them in some boiling water. Instantly, the pumpkin cubes turned into a thick orange-brown sunstance. Cindy stared at it curiously.She stuck her finger in it, and pulled it out. Normally when she made pumpkin soup, the cubes stayed together.

She sniffed the stuff on her finger, then stuck it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up. "It tastes like puumpkin pie!" she squealed in delight. Then she cut some bread into thick slices. She popped them onto a tray and into the oven to toast. A few minutes later, the oven beeped. She pulled out the toast, but it wasn't toast any more. She tasted a piece. "Cupcakes!" she yelled. "Why, this knife must turn things into sweets!"

There was a knock on the door. Her mother! Quickly, Cindy dished out the food and set it on the table. The knife! Her mother couldn't find it. She stuck it in her pocket, wincing as the cold metal cut through the material that made up her pocket and scratched her leg. Cindy sat down at the table. She scarfed her's down, but her mother ate none. As soon as Cindy finished, her mother cleared her full dishes and Cindy's empty ones in the sink.Then she began eating a piece of celery. Cindy ignored her mother's crunching.

School went by quickly the next day. No one but the teacher said much. It rained for three hours.

"The knife!" Cindy shouted. It was the middle of math class and she had just remembered. "Excuse me?" Her teacher, Miss Fox asked. Cindy blushed bright red. "Nothing, ma'am." she replied. A few kids giggled. Her teacher continued with the lesson. Something about dividing fractions. Cindy didn't know. She wasn't paying attention.

She pulled out the knife. She studdied it closely beneath her desk. there was small writing on the left side of the knife. the writing was so small, Cindy couldn't read it. She leaned across her desk and grabbed her friend Karen's reading glasses and slipped them on. She looked at the knife again. This time she could read it. It said:

ZUCCHERO COLTELLO

Pericolo! Questo coltello nulla si trasforma in caramelle. Essa si trasformera si in zucchero, se taalia attraverso la pelle!

Liberas: di esso ora!

-Creato da S. Witmin

The school bell rang and Cindy gave Karen her glasses back. Then she raced down the hall way to the language teacher's room. "What does this say?" she asked. Mrs. Hollows picked up the knife. Then she began.

"SUGAR KNIFE

Danger! This knife turns anything into sugar! It will turn you into sugar to if it cuts through your skin.Get rid of it now!

-created by S. Witmin"

Then Mrs. Hollows frowned. "Don't bring knives to school in the future, ok?" "Ok." Cindy replied.

Cindy reached home, hardly able to breathe. Her leg was stiff. She had been cut by the knif! She rolled up her pants a little. What she saw shocked her. Her leg had hardened and was candy cane striped. She tumbled up to her room and sat down. She scribbled a note. Then she held her breath as the rest of her skin turned to candy cane. The note said:

DESTROY THE KNIFE!

- CINDY A. SMITH

Her mother walked in and somehow didn't notice the candy cane girl that used to be her daughter. She picked up the glowing silver knife by the blade. "Ouch!" she cried as it cut her finger. What she didn't notice was the candy can stripes covering her cut and hardening it... very, very slowly.

UPDATES ON MY WORK~~~~~~~~~~

-~OCTOBER 27, 2009~-

~I am working on another story. It is an X Men story. Doesn't have a name yet.

~ Finished "Just dessert" for fun. I am getting a grade oin it in school, I will let you all know what it is.