A/N: I update EXTREMELY rarely. Also, all chapter length stories submitted here are "hot of the press." That is, I type them up, post, and revise properly later. These are all rough stages that are never posted beyond five chapters or so, simply because I don't want someone stealing them. I don't repost the revised version either. I plan on trying to get the final draft of my stories published someday. Look for the name Antonetta Stoops in book stores someday, and hope I make it there!
About the author...
I love me so much. I don't think I could ever fully express the true adoring love I have for me. I admit it, I am a vain creature, prone to staring at me in the mirror, drawing pictures of me, collecting photographs of me, and obsessing about me. I am a narcissist in her true form. If you're reading this you're probably bored. Really bored. And having nothing to do except read about the wonderfulness of me and then maybe, just maybe, read my stories, which are wonderful.
I should vote me perfect. Because I am. Perfect that is. Although I am me too. And me is perfect.
WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS!
Anyways, you're probably wondering what makes me so great. Well, I shall inform you. You see, I exist. In my body no less. And my body is perfect. As is my beautiful mind, which has cobwebs and dust on all the trees in the outside rooms, long corridors filled with many doors, of which only a few open, a library complete with vines crawling about a stone fireplace, and a big empty white room which is so bright that you cannot tell where the floor ends, the walls begin, and the ceiling starts. There are many other things in my mind too, but if I told you you'd think I was weird. After all, who wants a desert with an old victorian couch in it to be in their head?
The answer? Me.
Hmm...I wonder if you really did read this. If you did I hope you imagined in the cheery sort of tone that crazy people who think their famous use. Like Gildory Lockhart of Harry Potter. He's like me. I hate him. Stupid narcissist. Narcissists are evil. So are kitchens actually. You never know what you might burn you hand on. Like the stove. It sits there, and it looks innocent, but it's actually quite evil. Please don't disagree with me, I know what I know and I like it that way, although I need to know more.
Speaking of which, does anybody know how Humpty Dumpty was made? Think about it, an egg man sitting on a wall in a world of humans... Did a woman have sex with an egg? But you can't get pregnant by eggs... Horses on the other hand... Think about. Where did centuars REALLY come from? There's no way, unless one is terribly nearsighted, that you can mistake a human sitting on a horse for one creature. If you did the picture would have six legs and two heads. But no, all depictions show it with ONE human head and upper torso, and only four, horse-like legs... So what if a human and a horse had actually... Is that they came from?
And naga's too! Half-snake, half-human. And mermaids? Are humans really such lusty creatures that they would use a fish?
I know I wouldn't. But that's because I'm fantastic. And silly. And you're probably laughing right now. Either that or your horrified. I hope it's the latter. I should scare you.
:sigh: I love me...
You can reach me at:
www.fanfiction.net/~odietamo
www.wynterstoops.deviantart.com
www.myspace.com/wynterstoops
Character pictures!
Prelude to a Tragedy:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41609677/?qo=7&q=by3Awynterstoops&qh=sort3Atime+-in3Ascraps Krystov. (colored, without wings, not drawn by me)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/40117808/ Krystov. (non-colored, drawn by me so you can see his wings)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39681674/ Krystov and Wynter. (semi-realistic, drawn by me)
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38838248/?qo=30&q=by3Awynterstoops&qh=sort3Atime+-in3Ascraps Bastien and Wynter. (non-colored, in modern clothing, drawn by me)
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