Harry Potter and the Autumn Swan Chapter 50, a harry potter fanfic - FanFiction.Net

Harry Potter and the Autumn Swan Chapter 50, a harry potter fanfic - FanFiction.Net

    Well, so far, it is pretty good. Between you and me, my readers, I enjoy Harry and Cho, better. I do not know why. I just do.

This isn't over, Michael Crichton!

Best-selling author Michael Crichton died unexpectedly in Los Angeles Tuesday, November 4, 2008 after a courageous and private battle against cancer. 

While the world knew him as a great story teller that challenged our preconceived notions about the world around us -- and entertained us all while doing so -- his wife Sherri, daughter Taylor, son John Michael, family and friends knew Michael Crichton as a devoted husband, loving father and generous friend who inspired each of us to strive to see the wonders of our world through new eyes. He did this with a wry sense of humor that those who were privileged to know him personally will never forget. 

Through his books, Michael Crichton served as an inspiration to students of all ages, challenged scientists in many fields, and illuminated the mysteries of the world in a way we could all understand. 

He will be profoundly missed by those whose lives he touched, but he leaves behind the greatest gifts of a thirst for knowledge, the desire to understand, and the wisdom to use our minds to better our world. 


  I first heard of Michael Crichton when I was very young. At the time, I was into dinosaurs a lot. I did not know much about him though, until later on. There is much more that I can tell you, my readers, for later, for now, I shall only attempt to mention that when I first read his two original books titled: "Jurassic Park" and "The Lost World", I read them in backwards order. Why? First: I did not know that there was any copy of the first of those two in the "school library" in the "school" I was at at the time. Second: At the time, the year was 2005, and I was in Shawnee Middle School at the time. And third: I better understood the storyline of those two books. I even understood them further when "my brother", Travis Lyons, read those two books in "chronological order". You see more about it in later postings to come, if they ever come. Michael Crichton was, and/or is one of my favorite authors. When "the day he died" came, I cried in great sorrow, as if I was "grieving over a family member's death". I vowed that the chances of meeting him in this life itself happening would not be over in future "versions/whatever you want to call them" of "this life itself" after death through this vow: - "This isn't over!" I hope that, if after death, my spirit, like others, can live on, with the freedom to do what ever my spirit wants to, even have as many chances as I would like to live this life over again after death, if that is my spirit's choice, I, "'one of these times around'", if not "'the next time around'", I will get a chance to meet him, personally. Seriously, if this is all possible, this isn't over Michael. We will run across each other, even if it is to be "'one of these times around'", if "'not' 'the next time around'". Mark my following words, world/whatever you want to be called: - "This isn't over!"