Important news: I just found out that a certain author (nopejope) stole my own drabble in one of her stories (it's a direct copy and paste) as well as Pyrex Shards chapter.

Here's photographic proof of this:

Original Work: http:///albums/x368/thefreespiritedone/Evidence/OriginalStory_zpsdc257e88.jpg

She decided to lift my second chapter drabble from my drabble series The Sweetest Goodbye.

Her work: http:///albums/x368/thefreespiritedone/Evidence/Stolenwork2_zps0ac7d8e0.jpg

Clear evidence of copying and pasting my drabble in her first chapter of this story.

Original work: http:///albums/x368/thefreespiritedone/Evidence/Chapter2OriginalStory_zps0c5bdecb.jpg

This is the original work from The Pink Ribbon That He United by Pyrex Shards

Her work: http:///albums/x368/thefreespiritedone/Evidence/Stolenwork2_zps0ac7d8e0.jpg

Clear evidence of copying the whole chapter of Pyrex Shards chapter 10 ( but deleting the date that Pyrex Shards included in her story).

Apparently, Nopejope seems to think that because people who don't update their own stories should take that stories and use it as her own. Clearly she doesn't the rules and protocols that people generally follow in regards of fanficiton.

Note: This is the second time this individual copied my work. The first time was under a different account, but based on similiar pms from that person, I deduced that she was the person who tried to steal my story "When Hell Freezes Over." I already blocked nopejope after she tried to harrassed me to update my stories.

Also this photographic proof is staying up here even after her story gets deleted.

/\ _/_\_
IF YOU LOVE WICKED THEN PUT THIS ON YOUR PROFILE AND LET THE WORLD KNOW!

I felt like my old profile gave too much information. Here's some facts:

I'm a girl who loves to write, and I am on this site to improve my writing skills.

Profile under construction.

You are on the favorites list of 24 members.

You are on the author alert list of 41 members.

THANK YOU EVERYBODY for putting me on your list or alert :)!!!

All stories are on hold, I would post in the near future. Sorry! I promise that all unfinished stories will be finished in the near future!

lilyqueen777

92 percent of American teens would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this in your profile if you would be the 8 percent that would be laughing your ass off.

98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile

If you think that those stupid kids should just give that God-forsaken Trix rabbit some Trix, copy & paste this into your profile.

If you think that the kids should stop chasing Lucky and leave the leprechaun alone, then copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever been so obsessed with something that now everyone is scared of you because of its effects copy & paste this into your profile

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy & paste this onto your profile!

Got this from SlytheringRules profile...but hey tis awesome that I can read this! (I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!) Copy and paste this in to your bio if you could read this.

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 that mommy 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 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart