"But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,"
--T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

Profile Image: The Angry-Peach-Very-Fancy-Space-Baby-With-a-Collar, 2017
Inspired by T.S. Eliot, created and commemorated by Mrs. T's high school poetry class. Companion to Frost's dimpled spider and Williams' red wheelbarrow.

When reading books or watching TV, I would often find myself wanting more out of a story or series. I would ask myself 'what if . . .' and end up with a full-blown story in my head. The trouble was, I never had a convenient way to put all those words down somewhere - until my little sister, ShiningHopeBeast (you should totally check out her stories and leave reviews!) introduced me to the wonderful world of FanFiction. So here I am. Anything I publish is really for my own sake, but feedback is still appreciated, so long as it's constructive.

God bless!

Ms. Bkw0rm (R.O.), "For R.T.S.: If you ever read this, I hope you'll understand. I'm praying for you."

He neither sees, nor knows, nor understands
That what I am and he are cannot mix.
The doctrines that each of our faiths demands
Are far removed; there is a wall betwixt.
The foremost tenets of his own beliefs
Are viólate to mine, yes every one!
And foreign, mine to his, with no reliefs.
Our faiths are two: how could our hearts be one?
My burden is for his eternal soul,
Intoxicated with the lies of man,
And e'en if these he has not swallowed whole,
How can he know the true salvation plan?
Through grace, to Christ let him be reconciled,
To be my brother and God's blameless child.

(From A-LionGleek)

When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache.

When you open it, he collapses.

When he sees you reading it, he faints.

When he sees you living it, he flees.

Just when you're about to re-post this, he will try to discourage you.

I just defeated him.

Copy and paste this to your profile if you're in God's army

and strong enough to pick up a sword. :)

(From ShiningHopeBeast. Amen!)

Look up the Bill Nye vs. Ken Ham Debate. Then watch reactions and look in the comments. It's heartbreaking how all these people are so lost, so far from the truth. And watch Bill Nye's tour through the Creation Museum. Look out for people who defend the truth.

God created the earth, God created the sun, moon, and stars, God created mankind, not some random huge explosion and evolution.

Copy and paste this if you believe that the Bible is the Truth, and the whole Truth, and nothing but the Truth, and that God is the Creator of it All.

About My Stories: As I finish stories, this is where I'll explain a little about the inspiration behind them and the design of the covers. Updated upon the completion of a story.

Final Check: I was scrolling through the FNAF SL Wikia when I read someone's comment of a little story about the animatronics reviewing their game plan before the start of the week, including that famous line: "I'll just be here because we need a fox!" It was the response of another person calling it a "fan fiction" that gave me my idea. I took the theme, expanded on it, and adjusted the tone to better fit the horror of FNAF, while still aiming to keep some of the humor with Funtime Foxy's line. No cover image; anything appropriate to the story would be way too creepy for my tastes.

Someone I Trust: Yeah, the title sucks, but I couldn't think of anything better; if you have any suggestions, please contact me and I'll credit you. The summary really says it all: I wanted to write something that was cute, clean, and fluffy about Jay and Theresa. The idea of her psychic powers subconsciously calling him was really the base of this, although I can't remember where the idea came from any more. Sadly, no cover image.

Prancer the Normal Nosed Reindeer: This is really stupid, but I couldn't not publish it once I got the idea. I was watching "Christmas Contemplations" by TheOdd1sOut on YouTube when he started singing a spoof of "Rudolph", on the grounds that Rudolph didn't actually deserve a song any more than the other reindeer. Halfway through, he finishes with "OK, I'll stop now," and I thought "What if I finished it for you?" Like I said, really stupid. Now with a cover! edited from a screenshot of the original video.

Categories I may publish for in the future, if I come up with any good ideas:

-Mysterious Benedict Society
-Animorphs
-School for Good and Evil
-Son of Angels*
-Odd Squad
-Grossology
-Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century
-Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego?
-Winx Club (maybe...but most likely not)

Note (as of 1/25/17): The Son of Angels series does exist as a potential entry category, but you will not find it listed under books because it has no stories for it yet. I hope to someday remedy this. Possibly. We'll see. I'll try not to be like Junie B's parents.

Character Parallel of the (Indeterminate Length of Time):

Robin (TT), Jake (Animorphs), Jay (COTT)

They're all responsible and natural leaders, knowing what to do in a crisis and how to most effectively play to their team's various strengths. However, they're also all the incredibly obsessive leader type, getting tunnel visioned about their respective nemeses (Slade, Visser Three/One, Cronus) and often pushing their teammates too hard and taking the stress and frustration of leadership out of them as a result. All of them could use a break. They all also struggle to work our their relationships with their favorite girls (Starfire, Cassie, Theresa) which often leads to a lot of awkward and funny moments and scenes (from an outsider's perspective, anyway!)

Favorite Out-of-Context Quotes:

Teen Titans:

Robin: I should've let that slug eat me when I had the chance.
Starfire: Please, an aardvark is some kind of duck?
Cyborg: He can shoot a rocket from his shoooooe - 'CUZ HE'S CYBORG!!!
Raven: That would've been much more profound without the hat.
Beast Boy: (in a British accent) She's just jealous because I sound like a rock star.

Class of the Titans:

Jay: We've got Herry, he's a weapon.
Theresa: Well, too bad we're fresh outta vampires.
Odie: (as an eighty-year-old man) It's Odie, you whippersnapper!
Archie: (as another eighty-year-old man) I used to go to school with some one named Odie - I liked him.
Atlanta: (sarcastically) My hero.
Herry: We tried that bluff already, remember? It didn't work.
Neil: Oh no, those were the day researchers. We're the night researchers; we specialize in things that happen after dark, like owls and comets.

Odd Squad:

Obfusco: Like a tornado - but with pies.
Polly: Coo, coo! That means goodbye...I think.
Owen: Looks like it's "Go Owen" time - ga-gain!
Oren: A word of advice for other agents: if Ms. O ever offers to send you on a month long blob counting mission to Blobsylvania - DO. NOT. GO.
Oona: I don't use 'em; I just make 'em - GO WOLF PACK.
Ocean: . . . I'm about this tall. Oh, wait, you can see me? Cool, that saves us a lot of time!
Dr. O: Can you call me...Dr. Pickle?
Orchid: Buttons!
Octavia: This is Ogent Actavia signing off. Can we just start the whole thing over?
Oscar: Now, go get that sandwich! I mean, lizard. I mean, if you wanna get me a sandwich while you're at it, that'd be great: turkey on wheat bread, hold the mustard - and don't forget the lizard! or the pickles!

To be continued...