Hi everyone. My name here is Sjeherazade. I'm also known as Miripzie, Mira, Hatsukou no Mira and Gaupagirl. I 'm just another dork who loves to tell stories.

Ok, my first fanfiction was an accident. I had finally got enough money to buy a computer for my homework. Unfortunately it was just before the summer vaccation so I wouldn't get any use for it in several months. And one night when I was tired of all computer games... I started to write something... And for some reason I saved it... then some days later I found the document and read it... and I didn't only like it, I wanted to know what would happen to the characters... and the only way to see that... was to continue.

I'm no fan of Hentai and you will never find any hentai stories by me... if you do, it's a parody. But... when I write a fanfic about a manga/anime that takes place in Japan I'm trying to make a really "japanese" story. Which means there is a lot of dragons, origami and other things (and if there isn't said that the characters is NOT japanese I take it as obvious. And the same thing if a character is French, Russian or English, that gives me an exeuse to read about different places and learn more about the world... And it makes the characters more "real"

And that goes for everything, even if I love to read about wizards and so on it's quite important to me that it "seems real" to reread what I have done. Which means, "seems like something that the original author would have liked"

And by the way, I don't have English as my native language and I have never even pretended to be very good at it.

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This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane 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 and 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 look 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. She had 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, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?