Aeyra

What do you mean by ff.net format? (confused) It was okay, but they were kind of OOC, and I don't just mean ShinShi. I mean that Shinichi wouldn't be as mean as to refuse Ran's chocolates, and that she wouldn't faint. She's not that weak. And Haibara.... Well.. I don't know. It didn't feel like her for some reason.

I am AiMitsu, just not for my main couple. I will always be a loyal ShinRan! (sneaks off to write HeiShin/somewhat ShinShi story... ... ... Starts planning KaiShin story... Prepares to write ShinShi scene for other story... -.-') Well, most of the time anyways. But the ShinShi disappears in different methods... I should write a AiMitsu story...

I see... Hmm... Time calculations and body mass? That sounds more like plain old logic than math... But, it works. Wonder why I did it though.. *has amnesia of these events* *smiles* That was pretty good, but I'd prefer it to not be in play format. I wonder if I should write a fic for DCW on what happens when the real Conan finds our website.... *grins evily* Hope I get a bigger part next time!

It was quite short, but it was good. I did a similar bit of Hakuba angst in my MSK story, but Kaito ended up losing his memory soon after that... I bet you could expand on this a little, add more detail, but you should post it on ff.net if you haven't already. Sorry about the short comment earlier. I was rushing out of my house to the bus.

Good job Pyre! Sorry, rushed. Comment later.

BWAD is short because I originally wanted to slap the parts together as a one-shot, but I have 4,000 word chapters now. It's hard to judge on an iTouch though.

Which friend? LostInTheDreams is a little harsh with her editing at times, so maybe that's it... Is it ShadowGin? I remember reading a 'review war' once between them. But LostintheDreams was only trying to help... Her stories along with Becky Tailweaver's inspired me to write fanfics, and now I'm improving a lot, so that shows they are really good...

I have no idea. Braces.

Liar, you don't spend enough! I hate my permanent retainer.

A mad scientist.

FirstFlight “I can’t do this.” I whisper toLibby, my best friend, as we walk into the Philadelphia International Airport.We are flying to Disney World together, and it is my first time ever at theairport. “This is crazy Libby! How do you expect me sit in a little metal boxthat is going to fly thirty thousand feet above the ground?” “Come on, silly!” exclaims Libby. “All youhave to do is go through security check, get on the plane, and get off. Thereis nothing difficult about that!” “It is not hard for you,” I mutter,“because you have been to the airport countless times. This isn’t a newexperience for you.” I trudge slowly behind her until we reach a securityofficer, austere and grim, who asks us for our passports in a monotonous voice.Timidly, I hand him my passport and boarding pass. He quickly compares my faceto my passport photo, makes a mark on my boarding pass, and tells me to moveon. I scurry forward to catch upwith Libby, who is feeling at home in her surroundings. “Now take off yourshoes, belt, jacket, and basically anything metal.” She instructs. “Puteverything in a gray basket, and then wait for the security person to callyou.” I do as she says, putting mybackpack, jewelry, and even cell phone into one of the baskets. A securityguard ushers me forward and I walk through the security check. Immediately, itsstarts beeping, and I let out a small shriek. “I didn’t do anything!” I whimperto the woman behind me. Kindly, she asks, “Do you haveanything in your pockets?” Blushing, I reach into my pockets, and pull out ahandful of coins. I hastily dump them in a tray, and try walking through thescreening again- this time without a problem. My face burning withembarrassment, I gather my things and jam them into my purse. “Let’s go,” Imumble to Libby. Libby smiles sympathetically, andthen says, “It’s okay. That happens a lot. It is really nothing to be afraidof, or embarrassed about.” Already, my attention haslingered away from the humiliating ordeal that took place at the securityscreening moments before, and on to my surroundings. Everywhere I turn, people arelistening to their MP3s, playing on their handheld devices, or texting on theirphones. As people pass by me, I can hear snippets of their conversation as theywalk to their gates. I recognize the smell of the many foods emanating from therestaurants around me. McDonald breakfast sandwiches, coffee, and popcornscents all mingle in the air. The airport is truly a magnificent place. “Come on Maggie!” Libby criesimpatiently. “Our flight is going to leave in half an hour. They probablyalready started boarding by now!” Suddenly I remember the horribletruth: I am going to have to get on a plane. My knees tremble at the thought, andI think. What else can I do? There is noother way for me to get to Florida. Though I want to have a fun vacation inOrlando, I am not sure that I will live through the flight. Nevertheless, Ifollow Libby through the labyrinth of hallways until we reach our assignedgate, D6. Sinking into a chair, I drop mystuff on the floor, only to be stopped by my friend. “No! You can’t sit downnow!” reprimands Libby. “It is time to go! We are about to board!” I get back on my feet, sighing.“Do we have to go?” I whine. “What if something happens on the pane? We wouldbe crushed like ants!” “Stop it!” Libby chides,sounding like a stern mother talking to her child. “Maggie Smith, you will get on this plane and you will not be afraid!” I let her drag me to theboarding line, subdued for the moment. The next few minutes seem to pass in ablur, as we get our boarding passes scanned, and walk down a ramp to enter theaircraft. All of a sudden, I realize thatI am actually inside of an airplane. I become claustrophobic and nauseated. The seats are too close together. There aretoo many people. How will this immense aircraft ever leave the ground? I reach my seat, 27A, whiletrying to settle down my fears. Fists clenching, heart pounding, I sit down inthe seat, small and uncomfortable. My breathing becomes labored as I clasp theseat belt together; my palms are sweaty. I shut my eyes and try to imaginemyself at home, anywhere but here. Bebrave Maggie. Itell myself. There must be millions offlights that take off every year, and maybe only one hundred of those planescrash. Grabbing Libby’s hand, I take deep breaths to calm myself. Even as the emergency videostarts and the plane starts to move, I stay in the same position. Suddenly, theengines come to life and the plane’s angle changes dramatically. We arestarting the flight. I don’t open my eyes, even for aminute, during the first three hours. The flight attendants come by offeringpretzels and drinks, but nothing distracts me. I am utterly focused keeping my eyes shut, soI won’t be able to look out the window and see how high up we are. However, after I have spent mytime worrying, I slowly open my eyes, and look outside. “Wow!” I gasp. “It’sbeautiful up here! I cannot even tell that we are so far up!” I relax my gripon Libby’s hand for a minute, and then feel the airplane plunging forward,beginning its descent. About to let loose a scream, Irealize, Why should I act so scared?Would it kill me to be brave, and sit through this flight? If everyone else cando this, why can’t I? I sit back in my chair, still anxious, but calmerthan before. Looking out the window, Icarefully monitor our passage to the ground. I am repressing the fears that havebeen building up inside of me. But it is not until I hear, “Thank you forflying with Continental Airlines and welcome to Orlando…” that I breathe a sighof relief and truly relax. ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ Courage could mean many thingsto various people. From saving a drowning person to standing up for somethingthat you feel is right, courage can be thought of as anything where you stepoutside of your comfort zone. Often, we think of courage as bravery, strength,kindness, or selflessness. But I think that even being able to try somethingyou fear is a form of courage. For me, courage came on the airplane fromPhiladelphia to Orlando. I was able to face my fear of flight- and fly in anairplane for the very first time. My friend asked me to edit her English essay...

All of us want to meet you and your Romeo... *grins*

Thanks... I try my hardest... (still having hard time believing I wrote that *smacks self*) That was just my perfectionist Asian personality showing through. I do it for almost everything... Except for unimportant homework and stuff. For writing, I try to attack it, but it's hard to edit when you're half asleep. ^-^

The greatest detective on DCW.

The CO bros were just posting left and right giving us no chance... Try to not make it something where they'll be able to win that easily. I think it took them less than half an hour.

Out of all the things to be scared of...

TELL US PYRE. IF YOU DON'T, I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs after Pyre with chainsaw* @scarletmoon: Your edits fixed it up a bit, but your tenses are still shaky. Try and stick with present or past, but past works better for 3rd person, otherwise it sounds too much like a play. I'm sorry to say this, but it sounds really stiff, and it's still not as detailed as I'd like it to be. By stiff I mean the sentences don't seem to flow as well as they could, I'll fix up one part here to show you. The woman slowly coming back to her senses sarcastically remarked to her companion The woman slowly came back to her senses, remarking sarcastically to her dark-haired companion, “I didn’t know that you were planning this. Maybe I should have packed better lingerie, or did you bring it?” Her tone was low and joking, but deadly serious underneath. Maybe that sounded somewhat perverted, but I think that was what you were trying to convey. Right? (I'm going to go smack myself now because as a thirteen year old I shouldn't be writing that stuff ever... Excuse me... *loud cracking noise*)