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Hi! I'm Shira Cherelle Pridgett. I'm a twin, LDS (Mormon), and an African American. Some of my dreams are to learn how animate, work in the film and entertainment industry or become a YouTuber. I love SEVERAL types of animation. Whether it be Western, Japanese or Old School!|
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Current Residence: Dallas,Texas
Favourite genre of music: Hip Hop,Rap,Pop,R&B, Some Rock,Gospel
Favourite style of art: Anime,Manganese, Western, DBZ Type
Favourite cartoon characters: Mickey Mouse, Vegeta, Korra, Bolin
Personal Quote: "Lies run sprints, but the truth runs marathons. The truth will win this marathon" -MJ
"You can't love anyone else until you love yourself"
Frozen MemoriesWitches. WHY did it have to be WITCHES?
Dean keeps asking himself this question as he trudges on through the snow. And it is DEEP snow—up and over the top of his boots even at his current 10-foot size. He shivers, not so much from the snow, though it is wet and everywhere, but from the temperature: somewhere below zero and falling rapidly as the sun sets. The winds blowing the white stuff around aren't helping, and the branches from the trees in this forest he's clomping through keep showering him with MORE snow, MORE cold, and, when they're feeling extra spiteful, cutting scarlet gashes into his raw cheeks. Parting gifts from the coven the Winchesters just took down, he's sure of it.
The five old hags had been sacrificing people in this cabin outside of Libby, Montana every winter for years, offering them up to some freak-o Icelandic god-creature with a name even Sam couldn't pronounce, and Dean took to calling 'Dave' for the sake of snark. Well, what’s
The Comeback Kid || Chapter OneTurlock, California:
It was barely half past eleven at night in the modest police department. Most desks were empty, the holding cells quieted down for the evening. But interrogation room 1A was the place to be for the majority of the late-night staff. A rookie patrolman trudged out to the break room to refill his yellow coffee mug while four other officers remained gathered in the observation room on the other side of the two way mirror. Inside the interrogation room, a blinding block of fluorescent light illuminated a middle aged sergeant sitting across the table from a curvy woman with hair that seemed to have multiplied in curliness due to stress.
“Mrs. Ellis, let me run through the facts with you one more time, just to be sure we’re on the same page here. I understand you’ve had a rough evening, but… please be honest.”
“I’m not lying, you moron! You’re not listening to me!” the woman shrieked hoarsely, slamming her hands
CONTEST! 3/13/15 UPDATE: Don't forget - tonight's the last night you have to get your entry in! Lots of prizes, thanks to all the wonderful entries, so if you have an entry, get it to me in a note! I'll have a contest ended journal tomorrow and once that goes up, that's it. Also - I changed the day I'll announce the winners. Winners will be announced next Saturday, due to Friday can be a very hard night for me to get anything done due to work.
3/10/15 UPDATE: New entry added. We now have a third place prize guys! Check it out at the bottom. Also: only a few days left~!
3/7/15 UPDATE: One week left! (I meant to do this last night but I was so tired I ended up collapsing in bed the moment I got home) So, if anyone has any entries they're working on, make sure to get them in by next Friday at
Contest Entry: We're A Normal Family“Wake up!”
Dean groaned and turned to the other side. He was allowed about five more minutes of sleep before the voice turned to the other side and spoke again.
“Uncle Dean, wake up! You promised!”
He blearily opened one eye and the tiny blur in front of him slowly cleared into his frowning tiny niece. Closing his eye again, Dean heard tiny protests coming from his pillow.
“No Uncle Dean! Don’t you fall back asleep! YOU PROMISED!”
Suddenly, he felt tiny hands gripped into his eyelashes and pulling them with all their might.
Dean pulled back and rubbed his eyes. It was useless to go back to sleep now that he was too awake to even doze off, so he gave up on that idea.
On his pillow, Sonny stood with her hands on her hips. How she could stand on a pillow was beyond him. Gently, he picked her up in a loose fist, a tiny yelp coming from inside it.
“I’m up, I’m up.” Yawning and stretching, he left his
Big Changes (Part 2)Sam sucked in a deep breath, as he craned his neck backwards to even get a glimpse of his now not only older brother, but big brother as well. It felt weird being smaller than Dean again. He took another step forwards, muttering things like: 'this is your brother' or 'why are you so afraid of your big brother?' and 'he's not going to hurt you'.
When he got close enough, Sam placed a small hand on Dean's massive boot. "D-Dean?" He mentally cursed himself for stuttering, that can't be help.
"See, look, you're stuttering Sammy." Dean said, looking down. "Are you trying to tell me you're not afraid of me?"
Sam growled. "I'm trying to and I would be able to if you just shut your mouth and let me speak!"
Dean was just as surprised as Sam was himself. Had he really just snapped like that? Dean raised his hands in surrender and before he could speak, Sam beat him to it.
"I know you might think your a monster right now. Right? Right. And you must think, that's what I think of you. But it's not
Big Changes (Part 1)"Sam, I'm heading out to the bar. You coming, or what?" Dean asked from the opened hotel door. Impatiently waiting for his little brothers answer. "Sam..."
"Yeah." He answered shortly. "I'm coming, now shut up about it."
Sam walked out of the pathetic little kitchenette area and into the main area where the two beds were. Dean disappeared out the door and started up his Baby. Sam only rolled his eyes. Grabbed laptop and his coat, he slipped it on, locked the door and headed out to the Impala.
"Took you long enough." The elder Winchester snorted. "What took you so long Sammy?"
"It's Sam." He snapped back. "And I took that time to get ready and grab this." Sam held up his laptop. "I'm going to do some research, while you probably get drunk."
Dean placed a hand to his heart, pretending Sam had offended him. "Sammy." He said, rearing the Impala out of the inn parking lot. "I thought, I thought you knew better than that."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Of course Dean, cause you getting drunk isn't n
Friggin Witches 1/?Witches. Friggin witches. Dean and Sam were hunting a witch that loved to mess and toy around with her victims and they were close to ganking the bitch. Though it didn't go as planned. A bright flash of light and a gunshot was all dean remembered before he passed out. Opening his eyes after a few hours, he noticed there was no Sam and no witch in sight, he was in a bedroom. Probably the witches he thought dryly. He stood up to look around and headed towards the window. "Sam you better not have taken my baby" he muttered, it would explain why Sam wasn't there though why would Sam leave dean passed out in the witches room. He looked out of the window and what he saw made him pale and he would admit he may have lost control of his bladder.
Sam. He was gigantic, colossal even. Dean gulped as the realisation hit him. He backed up from the window and sat on the bed in the room. The witch had shrunk him like she did with her other victims except this time he wasn't toyed with until she got bo
Brothers Apart 1Background: In this fic, Sam was hit with a witch's curse when he was 10 and Dean was 14. Unable to find him or his attacker anywhere when the dust settled, John and Dean Winchester were eventually forced to give him up for dead. Unbeknownst to them, Sam was saved from the witch and adopted into a new family, and they've trained him to take care of himself as best he can in the world, and protected him from the witch's gaze all these years. And now...
Sam stood at the entrance to the motel room, surreptitiously scanning to make sure he was alone. The last thing he needed was to get captured by a human on one of his morning forays. Neither of his adopted parents approved of his choice to explore the motel during the day. But he'd found that when a room was vacant, humans weren't likely to 'check in' in the morning or early afternoon. For the most part, people would start to arrive in the early evening and night. It was incredibly rare to see anyone sooner. So,
Inseparable ~ Chapter One STANFORD COLLEGE
“Dean, you know we could just call him, or friggin’ knock, right?” Shaun asked as she was set on a table. Dean crawled through the window, picking her up again. “This is more fun.” Dean replied, grinning. They snuck through the house- well, if you could call walking casually through the house sneaking- until Dean was suddenly tackled.
In the fighting, Dean managed to put Shaun on the table. Dean finally managed to pin the man to the ground. “Whoa, easy tiger!” Dean said, grinning at the man beneath him. “Dean? You scared the crap outta me!”
“That’s ‘cause you’re out of practice.” The man flipped Dean over. “Or not. Get off me.” They pulled each other up. “What are you doing here?” The man asked. “Well, I was hoping for a beer.” The lights flipped on.