Template:User:Prarthana Modi

Hi I am Prarthana Modi, but just call me Prats. Here is a little something about me. I love reading and writing poems (even though they are awful), I love dancing and I am on fandom since more than a year now. I have a wiki where you can enjoy and share what you write too.

The wikis I am on are

More Active on:

Prats writing forever

Riordan wiki

Throne of glass wiki

Pottermore

Rarely Active:

Hunger Games

Harrypotterexpert101 Wiki

Newt Strike Wiki

Disney

MCU

The books/series i have read:

The whole Riordanverse (PJO/HoO/ToA/MC/KC)

Harry Potter

Thorne of Glass

Hunger Games

Aru Shah and the Song of Death

Books i am planning to read

The rest of Rick Riordan Presents

Shadowhunters

By Tommy
In the depths of a modern, urbanised city, in a lively neighbourhood, there lived someone, probably the most mischievous person in the area. She was an unbeatable force of wisdom and trickery, but that's what the rumours are…

Who really was she?

She was walking along a road, wearing casual clothes, the wind blowing at her hair. A boy was walking towards her, a vengeful expression on his face. He stopped right in front of her, which made the girl stop too.

"You stole my watch," the boy said.

The girl narrowed her eyes lazily, and said, "You stole my watch."

A confused expression crossed the boy's face, who was much taller than the girl. "What? No. You stole my watch," he repeated.

"What? No. You stole my watch," the girl said.

The boy grunted in anger, and then suddenly, unexpectedly, started to laugh. "Okay, tell me, please. Where is my watch?"

The girl smiled shortly, and repeated his words yet again. The boy was very much annoyed, but at the same time, he found this extremely funny. He puffed his cheeks and walked away, letting the girl continue on her path. As she walked by, she found a piece of paper lying on the ground, folded neatly into a square, at the top of which these words were written:

For you, Princess.

The girl furrowed her brows, and took the letter. She opened it to find something inside. Something that was written for her by someone whom she knew, whose handwriting she could recognise, and if those weren't enough evidence, the content in it was more than satisfactory to deduce who it was.

An idiot.

A really funny dare paved the way

For us to meet; I'll be honest,

I was sniggering all the time, but

I went along with it, and was

Nevertheless flattered by the praise.

You are a princess, you just told me

You are also a goddess, as every woman is.

Though you are one of a kind, completely

Different, completely unique; of course,

That's in a good, positive way.

I am fascinated by the power of friendship

It's something to which one can really grip.

I really love you as a friend

And I hope we are till the end.

That's cheesy, but that's also real.

Quirky, funny, incredibly wonderful,

And independently very powerful.

Your writing skills are colourful

Never are you ever untruthful.

You are so very wonderful.

As the sparkling star called the sun rises,

You rise along without disguises.

Ready to start a glorious new day.

And not at all bothering the way

In which you go, you start your play.

The girl folded the paper, put it in her pocket, and continued on her way, her reactions about what she just read known to none but her. She was that secretive, yet very open and enthusiastic.

She remembered what had happened yesterday, when her brother had unintentionally hurt her feelings, and instead of telling that, instead of crying out, she turned out rude and hostile to him for a few hours, until her sadness had subsided. She didn't want to feel weak and cry, didn't want to show that she was affected by what he said. He, after all, meant it just for fun, and she should take it sportively. She did, but in her own way.

Soon, she reached the shop where she'd plan to go. Quickly buying all the vegetables that had been gifted to her, and using the leftover money to get herself some samosas, she exited the shop, smirking, taking bites of what she'd just bought.

As she walked back, she took from her pocket something else, something small, compact, something which had three hands and twelve numbers on its face. She had decided to keep it back in the place from where she'd taken it, feeling that the fun of what she did was over, and that it was time to do what was right. She wasn't cruel. She did something for fun, but knew her limits.

She was a really interesting person, very difficult to read, yet very easy...

By Dave
Prats is the greatest person I have ever met. When I first met her I tried to get her blocked, but we have come a long way since then. She has the greatest sense of humor ever, and she can make just about anybody laugh out loud. She may be a pro shipper and kinda annoying, but it is her personality that really defines her as a person. She is cunning, resourceful, and not to mention super sweet. Prats is a super fun person to be around, and she is truly a princess in my book. She is by far the best sister I have ever had. She adopted me into her own family and called me her brother, which is a pretty big deal.

I love the fact that she will still up way too late to talk to me (and others) and she always has the funniest dares to give me when playing TDKF. She is by far the best person to play that game with. She is a special girl, one that I could never let down. She is the ideal friend, sister, and writing nerd.

Prats is the only person on Fandom that I truly love, as she is the best sister ever.

By Rosa
A breezy morning. A large city. A girl, wandering in the streets, alone. She wore flannel over a white tee and jeans. A cry of “Pani Puri! Samose! The best there are! Come and eat!” reaches her ears. Excited, she runs over to the stall but comes to a grinding halt when she realizes she doesn’t have enough money to buy these delicacies. She looks around, wondering if she should go all the way back home, or find a wealthy person to steal from-not that she had any reservations against filching the poor. Spotting an impudent, fat, rich lady wearing far too many rings in her hands than necessary. The girl could see the lady pay for something she'd just bought, and keeping the change in a mini-purse. Hmm, so that's where the money's at she thought. She strolled by the woman, swaying slightly, and pushed the bicycles stacked behind the lady, making them fall in a manner akin to dominos. She went back to the vendor, holding the purse she'd swiped during the commotion that followed. She went to the vendor and bought as much food as she could possibly stomach-perhaps even more so-and then went about looking for the woman she had stolen from. Said woman had been hysterical, screaming for her missing purse. "Is this yours?" The little five-year-old asked the woman, presenting her purse. "Oh yes it is, you little devil! Come here this instant! Let me teach you a lesson, stealing purses of adults!" The little girl scrunched her nose, looking as if she were about to cry, "Auntie is mean! I was just helping her!" See's the little kid's innocent face, the townsfolk started berating the woman, not giving heed to her cries of "but my money! it's missing!" The little girl slipped away unseen, and no one saw the smirk on her face, the smirk that could only belong to a Spawn of Satan.

By Asterin
Met you on fandom

The hunger games

That was our thing

You were team Peeta

But why?

It didn't matter

Not anymore

We talked some more

It was fun

When you go to sleep

I'm frustrated

You're my friend

I missed you

The mornings

I'm excited

Why?

To talk to you

We became close

We both knew Saad

We talked some more

It was fun

Got an invite to your wiki

I was shy

Didn't have the talent

But you did

You made stories

You wrote poems

You're amazing

You're funny

When I'm down

You make me laugh

You helped me

So I wrote more

You supported me

It helped

We became closer

You were like a sister

I could stand to hear that you're hurt

That you're upset

You're amazing

You're wonderful

Maybe annoying

But it's okay

That's you

Dear prats

You're lovely

You're my sister

You are a talent