Well by my fanfic name you have probably guessed that i am a tv addict. My real name is siobhan.
Well the tv shows i like to watch are ncis, csi, csi:ny, charmed, stargate sg-1, stargate atlantis, the bill, a town called eureka, casualty, holby city, and many more but these are the tv shows that i will be writing at least one story for each programme.
I love football(soccer) and play it for my college team I don't play for my college team I've since left college but I still play football I train with this local football/soccer team, I support liverpool, i also like over sports like cricket, rugby, parkour/free running and other sports.
I love to read books and story's on fanfiction.
I'm sorry it's taking so long to upload my stories but computer has been down it's finally fixed so my stories should be up and running soon (i hope lol) if i get the chance to because of college. I don't go to college anymore, I'm a qualified level 2 gym instructor now and am trying to become a nurse or doctor and an author but not both at the same time, but I wouldn't mind doing both at the same time but when I get on a nursing degree it will probably take most of my life up so I may not have much time to write but I will try to find at least 10 minutes of writing during the day.
I thought it was about time I had updated my profile, well since 2011 I've had 6 brain injuries the worst being a traumatic brain injury which happened in 2011, so my stories may not be as good as they once was (even though I don't think they was that good) and they will take more time to upload more stories because I get tired a lot easier than before my brain injuries.
Anything else you want to know just send me a message.
I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
"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 5 minutes while she went to look around. 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 this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will 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. "What if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?''
"OK" he said "I hope that I 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 yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can 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 came again 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: 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was one young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to recover from the coma.
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady 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 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 this 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 you. have a heart.
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 crys
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
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 pest!"
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dieing
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
Lieing 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
A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this(aww i think im gonna cry) and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for
Copy and Paste this into profile if this touches you as it did me...
My name is Sarah, 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'm starting 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
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah, and I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Help stop child abuse! Copy and paste this into your profile. I know it can't help much... but... Child abuse is a horrible thing! Some thing no child, especially all the compleatly innocent ones who go through it, Every. Single. Day. should have to go through. And all that we can do to help is worth gold. So help, please? Copy and paste this into your profile and add your name to the list- Fuzz12345... katlynn888...TVCrazed...Truly Charmed 1995... reichs3...csimesser1... TVaholicsquidney... HELP STOP THE ABUSE:(
Homophobia and You: Re-think, Re-word, and Reward.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
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 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 father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
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.
Abortion is wrong
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
If your against abortion, or if you almost or did cry reading this repost this on your profile.
If we want to stay United, like we claim, abortion has to be stopped...
Save another voice...because that next voice might be able to save us all... The only reason i think Abortion is not wrong is when a women is raped and found pregnant
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Girl: Do you like me?
Girl: Do you want me?
Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Girl: Would you live for me?
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Girl: Choose--me or your life
Boy: My life
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.
If you find this incredibly cute and touching, copy and paste it into your profile
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, got straight A's, and I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day, I never said goodbye,
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 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, I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really 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,
Please listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go with 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 our date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know it's true,
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you."
In memory of the Columbine and 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 "Goodbye".
Now you have 2 choices;
1.) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as "Try not to Cry"
2.) Don't post it, and you have just proven how cold-hearted you really are ...
If you almost cried while you read this copy and paste it into your profile, and add your name to this list; Mysterious Miracle, Faithrose (it haunted me for a while there), Stealthstar, rainstorm007 (It seriously made me almost cry which doesn't happen much) Divegirl :( So sad!!, enterprisefan13, csimesser1, TV aholicsquidney :( (i cried)
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I miss you, and you will never be forgotton. Love you always.
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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. Lucillia
"Sometimes life can only really begin with the knowledge of death. That it can all end, even when you least want it to. The important thing in life is to believe that while you're alive, it's never too late. I promise you, no matter how bad things look, they look better awake than they do asleep. When you die, there's only one thing you want to happen. You wanna come back."
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