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. Nenshoyaju Raizer

Sweetness

This is really sweet...

When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.

When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.

When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.

When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.

When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.

When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be hers forever.

When a girl wants to see you everday, she wants to be pampered.

When a girl says "I love you." she means it.

When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that.

Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.

The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.

The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.

The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.".

If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.

If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.

Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.

Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.

So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.

If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.

Repost this to your profile, and spare yourself the emotional stress

THEY HURT HER:

About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone that she fell...and they believed them.

THEY HURT HER.

FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post but didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.

Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.

If you don't repost saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.

On December 24th, 2006 at 8:00 in the morning, a 14-year-old boy by the name of Scott Jackson was found dead. Doctors couldn't come up with the cause of his death. His mother checked his e-mails to see if she could figure out what happened. Turns out he was still signed into his Yahoo e-mail account. She found he had gone to sleep after he read and didn't send a chain letter about a little girl who kills you in your sleep with no natural cause of death. This is the e-mail she read: My name is Ofelia Heras. I'm 16 years old. I'm a murderer. I have no face. When you look at me you'll die immediately. You have 900 seconds to repost this onto your profile or I will visit you tonight.

Hello! I am a beginner at writing fanfiction and I am hoping this will help with my writing. I will make mistakes, a lot of them and slow updates, so..that's it, I guess *scratches head* I hope you enjoy my stories. :)

Warning: It's going to be a bit long!

He stared at her, spellbound by her smile. The way she laughed so openly and freely, the way her eyes sparkle with life. She was walking with her friends who appeared so insignificant compared to her. Her wavy long brown hair flowed around her.

He stood in that spot, stunned by the natural beauty who walked pass him. He started to walk home, forgetting what he originally was doing there. He tried to shake off the way her trance that had charmed him. He tossed his keys on the couch, his heart raced when he remembered her.

It was crazy, stupid to think she was remotely interested in him, a guy who just delivered pizza, barely getting by. He groaned, knowing that she will continue to haunt his thoughts. He flopped down, too distracted to move the table and pull out his hidden bed in his couch.

He draped his arm over his eyes, his other hand reached for the remote that sat on his cluster table. Feeling the familiar plastic, he pushed the power button. The TV turned on, the noise filled the loud silence. He breathed in deeply as bright smiling eyes flashed in his mind.

For the next few days, she appeared in the corner of his eyes. He started to feel her taking over his mind. He started to draw her, more and more details were added. He started to remember everything that was around them.

The dog walker who was trying to get the excited poodle to calm down, while the small pug pulled in another direction and the giant unknown breed laid down yawning in what seems like boredom. The blonde woman was getting more frustrated and tired.

The child who was staring at the scene, laughing as the lady tripped over one of the leashes. The mother started to scold the amused child as she tried not to join her child in the laughter. The father with the premature gray hair chuckled as he helped her up. A homeless man watched them from his spot by the entrance way of the café.

He shook his head and continue to grab the tower of pizza boxes. Walking out of the store, he struggled with making sure he doesn't drop them. His old car had rusted spots on the hood, a few on the doors and roof. It was very boxy shaped car, unlike the very smooth and new car that was parked beside it. The car was a dark fading blue.

He sat the boxes on the roof, he pulled out his keys. He struggled with the lock, he jerked, wiggle the key and finally the lock had unlocked. He smiled smugly at his victory with the battle versus the lock. Setting the boxes in a way that made sure they won't move as he drove to their destination. He closed the trunk and hopped into the driver seat.

He sighed as he covered his face. Weeks had passed and she still had the control over his thoughts with her bottle green eyes. His thoughts, actions and dreams, she controlled them all easily.

A thought made him jump up, a wild and very strange thought. What if..he grabbed all of his art materials. He grabbed his sketch book and anything that had his drawings of the woman. His hand gripped the pencil and started to move across the blank paper.

Slowly, painfully careful, he drew her. He started to color her with the carefully mixed paints that was as close as real thing he could get. The painting when finished looked like a picture of a beautiful lean woman who was in a green sun dress that matched her eyes. He will go to that corner and maybe, just maybe she will come to him. He will stay there, even if he stays there so long that he will be known as...the man who can't be moved.

Because of the Internet..

I know what 'that's what she said' means

I can uselessly waste my time watching cat/dog/baby videos

I can watch other uselessly videos that are funny as hell

I can read comments that are stupid/funny/rude/inspiring/completely fake/talking about crap I don't know

I can read fanfiction that are funny as hell/holy crap, that's a lot of spelling mistakes/goddammit, I am not crying!/that's so fluffy, I could die!/Aww, so adorable/What the hell, did I just read?!?, etc, etc

I am now a fangirl of yaoi, yuri and het couples that are so weird, I think I need help

I can find stories and photos of them (what the hell am i doing?!?*looks at the couples* they aren't ooc enough)

I can find funny messed up jokes and memes

I understand those jokes now

There are moments where I ship people in real life

I sometimes say those pairings out loud

I now get weird looks from my other classmates

I now understand jokes that are dirty as my floor (I really should clean it..I can't even see it)

I learn more uselessly crap like emojis' meaning, slang that I would never use

I can watch tutorials about makeup and nails (I am not rich enough for it and I probably would never use it anyways)

I sometimes forget that one wonderful fanfiction is not canon and I cry a bit inside

And more stuff, I don't care to write about it.

One last thing, I am a very anxious person. It will take time for me to answer anyone if I am in a funk that day or the topic is something I don't know how to handle. Or make a mistake. I will answer...maybe, hopefully.

If I haven't updated in a while, I either lost interest, don't know how to continue the story or in a slump.

10/09/19: So, Life's been an ass to me, for like the past year, especially the last month. So sorry to all the readers. My life is probably going to be messy for a long time.

Quiet: A self insert (or oc self, still don't know the difference), my Mary Sue story because I think everyone needs one.- I don't know where it was going, lost anything with my laptop and tablet

Wild Crimson Fox: I had hopes and plans, different OCs and Hidan had a back ground even if I wasn't planning on it. She was going to make a village unintentionally or something because she attracted people like Naruto even if it was in a different way. - honestly I want this but I can't because this is just too much right now and I lost everything planned for this.

Purple, Green and Little Green: This was just for different Harry's and KHR crossovers, loved it- I have a half chapter somewhere

Lady Luck: Love it the most, Fem! Harry and a KHR crossover. Harriet/Pietro (Fem Harry/ Male OC), it was the one I liked to write when I can - Got three and a half chapters

Storms Don't Last: A fanfic of a fanfiction, I am not even in the fandom but I liked the writer. It was romance focused with Butch/ Jean (OCxOC)- lost the second chapter with my tablet but I had rewrite it.

The other four stories are stuck for now.