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Hi I'm Pumpkiboo, but you can just call me by my nickname Boo.

I really like fan fictions and I always have. I don't really have the best grammar, and my ideas may not always make sense, but if you look closely I am sure you will all see that I am trying to say something through them.

Enjoy, if you choose.

Never Just A Story

I think this needs to be said, because if I don't -who will?
Ever since I started reading I've felt emotionally attached to the characters I read about, even if it's a short story or I don't see much of the character. When they're in danger, I panic. When they fall in love, I cheer them on. When they succeed, I celebrate with them. When they die, I cry...
This has led many people to mock me, and my parents and teachers to say "It's just a story."
But it isn't! It's never 'Just a story'.
Every time someone writes a story, they make a world. Their characters have hopes and dream -fears and pains. Every little piece has a heart -they reflect the soul of their writer.
Even in my own novel I'm writing, I've hated myself. When it started I didn't know how to direct my story, I only followed along and let my characters control it. I lost control -and one of my characters died. I cried a bit, and someone told me to just go back and change it. But I couldn't, because it already happened -needed to happen. It was part of the plot, the push that sets the stage for my main character to become stronger. But that doesn't make it any easier on me...
Within the words are the world. But you need to be able to feel it with your heart to see it.
It's never just a story, because it lives in the heart of the writer.
And that makes it real.

. Copy this to your profile if you are one of the few with enough heart to see.

Love vs. Sex

A teenage girl about 17 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 an 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 ook 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. Shehad 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?

Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what... and if you stand up for him he will
stand up for you.
I bet 98% of you people that read this won't repost

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