Hi, first I would like to say that I don't consider myself to be a great writer by any means. But I hope to improve over time so the story's that play out in my probably messed up head can come to life for others to enjoy. I'm a huge fan of Monster Horror, Superhero and over the top action movies. Absolutely LOVE ANIME and MANGA's that have a great story and lots of Monsters. Rosario Vampire was, is and will always be one of my favorites. While I thought the anime was good, I understood why it didn't last longer than it did. Sadly the creators of the anime strayed too far from the manga and lost the support of many of the Japanese fans. I wish they would redo it and do it right this time but they probably won't ever do that. Anyway I would like to say a big thank you to everyone in this FANFIC community. I've been enjoying reading many of the stories here for a while and its encouraged me to start writing one of my own. I hope you enjoy the tale I shall attempt to spin as much as I have enjoyed several of yours. I'm finding that I actually enjoy spending hours typing out the tale in my head. Though I often have to go back and delete a good chunk of it. I sometimes have a tendency to get lost and deviate from the direction I originally had in mind lol. So it may take a little time between updates but I'll do my best to keep them coming in a timely manner. I hope you all have a great day and if you're one of the writers here, Keep writing. And if you're like me, never really wrote anything but have an imagination that loves to spin a thousand different directions on where a story will go a few episodes or issues down the road... Let your mind dream and write it out to share with everyone. Who knows you just might have a gift that will change your life or you just might find out that you enjoy seeing your imagination written down, that you enjoy writing. Whether you're good or bad at writing doesn't matter, a bad writer can always improve and become better at it. What really matters is overcoming the fear of exposing your heart and soul. The fear of putting a piece of yourself on display for others to either love, somewhat like or downright hate. Cause lets face it that's life. You can't please everybody, someone somewhere will find a reason to hate you. But you may also find more people will love you than you ever thought would. Follow your passions, chase your dreams and never let anyone say you can't. In the words of the late George Burn the stand up comic and movie star. "I would rather be a failure doing something I love than a success doing something I hate."

I've also started an original story on Fictionpress if you'd like to check it out I'm under the same user name johnnyrocker76 and my story is called 'The Watchers Experiment'

https://www.fictionpress.info/s/3331235/1/The-Watchers-Experiment

just copy and paste to your browser lol.

My Likes; writing, singing, recording and performing Hard Rock/Heavy Metal music! Watching anime, reading books, playing video games (Skyrim is my fav.), watching monster horror movies, 80's Hair and Thrash Metal, European Power Metal, Superhero Movies, Samurai movies (I became hooked after watching the mini series 'SHOGUN' when I was a kid lol.), creating something that I can be proud of when I'm done, whether it's assisting in building a house, doing landscaping, carving wood, recording music or now... writing stories. Honest people, thin women with big hearts (nothing against large women but its just my taste lol.) and of course Jesus.

My dislikes; Cheaters, Liars, snobs, those who have to put others down to feel better about themselves, those who ram the bible down people's throats rather than just sharing their faith by being a living example of it. I mean come on... I don't even call myself a Christian because I don't believe I'm walking it out enough to deserve the title. Instead I just refer to myself as a believer and hope that someday I may be worthy of the name. In the meantime I'll do what I can to make others smile, to be a friend to a stranger, to lend an ear and a shoulder to the hurting, to try to be a blessing to someone every day (little things can have a huge impact people), to point in the direction of God and then let it be between them and God. Nuff said about that.

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry that I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry that my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry that I'm not cute enough to be "your guy"

I'm sorry That I'm actually nice; and not a jerk

I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just screw you like some random guy.

I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date

I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out, you went home with another guy

I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry that you can't realize...I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care

But most of all:

I'm sorry for not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it; I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry That I cared...

I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right next to you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough Balls to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'

Tear jerking yet heartwarming story.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "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 just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. 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 Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, 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. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do 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 last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so thatmommy could 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 returned 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 two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman 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-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman 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 her 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 the 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 two choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart