Well, I'm a 18 year old graduate from high school. I'm hoping to get a double major starting this coming fall. I can be very stubborn about things that i've comitted to. And I love many things including Manga, books, fanfiction and animals.
there's not a lot of things about me that i'm willing to share. I've been writing for a little over five years. I joined a creative Writing class that actually helped improve my status as a writer. i know a lot of things i've written are poetry, but honestly i don't really like writing it anymore. however i think it's a good idea to keep things even instead of just focusing on one. it's odd, but since i like using poetry in my stories i have to make sure that i'm good at both even if i prefer one over another.
in class, i've managed to keep my fantasy-based style of writing. I believe that writing is supposed to take me away from the world i live in not drag me deeper into it. Paranormal (X-overs) stuff is cool. Narnia, Fire me up, light my fire...things of that nature are the closest to real-world i can read. but mostly i'm a fantasy-chick. I like making things happen.
Music is also an inspiration to me. Especially since i don't just like one type of genre. I'll listen to everything, even if it's from another language. Right now i'm in my Jonas Brothers phase. Eventually the obsession part will go away, but their music is very hopeful and lighthearted. It's something people in America don't see very often.
Stories
His Baby (Dead)
Castalle Relimion: Shadow in the Night (Dead)
Story Summaries
1000 Words
Coral Freyn died five years ago, leaving a twin sister and her son behind.
Beautiful
Sometimes it seems that the gods do care. Even though it seems that reincarantion can be a bitch. Being an avatar is no different. And sometimes Coral just has to get away from all of it to maintain her own sanity. Peace only lasts as long as sleep can.
Reflection
Look in the mirror. Tell me something. What do you see? The promise of a new beginning. A miracle he said. Sometimes not all hope is lost. Sometimes in doing the most trivial things we can get something extraordinary. Tell me something. if you could be anywhere...where would it be?
Sacrifice
I was the imaginary friend.I could only watch them move around her in urgent haste. The line reality had on Helena Owens’ world and my world was fading into one thing. A single entity among others. Helena was always sick as a child. Death loomed over her, greeted her and bade her farewell. Sometimes forgetting is the only thing that can keep you alive. A new kind of guardian angel. A story about letting go and moving on.
Cry Your Eyes Asleep
AKA Promises
Coral Freyn just came back from her adventure-quest she had with the infamous Fallen, Cairo, though it seems to be all in her head, and she’s having a hard time adjusting to the normal teenager’s lifestyle again. A few weeks after her and her sibling’s mother just died, the Freyn children are back in school. But late at night the twins of the household are having a hard time sleeping. And the Fallen doesn’t seem to know what ‘go away’ means until the elder of the twins accidentally banishes him into a world of memories.
Do You Still Remember?
Being punished for the wrong thing has left Majestii bitter and angry. Now promises made a long time ago are about to be fulfilled. And it's time for those who didn't know: Punishment to the just will be rewarded. Sometimes the brain wants to forget, but the heart needs to rmember what has happened so that it won't occur again.
Shadows
"The shadows are the dark side of imagination. Only, it seemed that sometimes the dark side, the shadows moving on our walls is real. He saw them move, disappear, and reappear again. Look hard enough and you could see the Boogey Man hiding underneath his bed at night."
A Wild Song
Play me. Play me a song. Sing me a song of happy endings and mended hearts. Tell me a story. Sing me a song and maybe you shall see why your heart is the drum playing in the background. A melody rich and deep.
http://sylwiaa.deviantart.com/art/My-violin-play-always-49297277
Dusk
"His eyes beheld sadness, but more importantly, a kind of gentle anger that gave him the stubborn will of a cockroach. In the ten years since he’d been there, the only thing that hadn’t changed was the wild grass growing."
http://egosun.deviantart.com/art/Dusk-18574650
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