My Status: Away on vacation and loving it.
Me:
Since I was born on a snowy February day in the lovely town of Stockholm, it has only snowed on my birthday three times. Of course, four months after said birth I was taken to the United States of America, following my father as he broadened his horizons on the medical field. We have now settled in to a nice somewhat snobby East Coast town, where my mother stays at home to help me and my sister and brother. She has a tendency to miss her work as a midwife though and likes it when we sit and watch birthing programs on Discovery Health with her, but sometimes she instead will amuse herself with her Swedish clubs, SWEA, and her Swedish Book Club, and other such things. My brother flew the coop more than a year ago and happily resists contact except when certain things like money and MRIs are involved. Upon my brother's depature, and my father's 12 hour shifts, my house has become very feminine and my sister, mothe and I have a hard time coping with holding our tongues when boys enter our house. My life does not consist of much more than my family, my church, my friends, or my writing, but I find it very fulfilling and, although occasionally extremely boring, good and jolly. My high school is competitive and a pain and my time there is usually spent counting down the minutes of class, of the week, or of the whole year. When I'm not swimming in textbooks and homework I like to run and once a week I force my mother to drive me to my stable where I horse back ride, as I have been for the past seven years of my life. Summer months of mine are always spent in our summer cottage in the humble town of Sundsvall, Sweden, and winters are spent moaning about how this year we should have visited the apartment that is technically one fifth ours in Bangladesh, the home of my father. I play guitar and oboe and like to entertain the idea that I can somewhat sing and act. My Tuesdays and Sundays go out to my church, the Church of Jesus Chirst of Latter-Day Saints (www.lds.org) otherwise known as Mormon, and my Fridays are almost always spent with my friends. I have my antisocial spells where I sit and write and write (always on the computer because for some reason I can't stand hand writing anything.) but more often that not I'm with someone or doing something which I sometime regret as it takes a toll on my writing. My favorite pass time when not writing is reading or watching movies. I have an odd habit of quoting things all the time, obscure things so most people never understand the allusion. My dream job would be writing or working with film but both my parents, in their wish of my happiness, are hoping somewhere more stable, such as doctor, engineer, business owner, or at least teacher. However I have a tendency not to care what people think and do whatever I want. This doesn't come in handy when As are needed in school, but I make do. This is my life as I live it and nothing could make me happier. Except maybe food. Food is good.
My Stories:
My stories, so far, exist mostly in my mind as I had short on time and I never seem to get it down the way I want. To this day my stories are girl's perspective, generally first person point of view because whenever I try third my characters turn out completely unrelatable. I like to break cliches, but sometimes I still use them. I like to go between complete fluff and fun writing to more serious, life's pain writing.
Story Status:
Faded- hiatus. Most likely won't be finishing but I have an idea for a rewrite but it will be quite different.
Letters to End it With- still going, I'm just away for the summer and can't update until I come back (August)
Pending stories
Realistic Fiction/Romance:
Four Years Later- I guess I was a pretty stupid kid, but I hated him more than anything. Whenever he was around I would find him and start to argue with him. It didn't matter what it was about but I always had to say the opposite of what he said. I even argued in favor of mosquitoes because of him. Well he was five years older than me, like my brother. Now they are both back from college and he is staying at our house for a month. That was all fine, I didn't go around wanting to argue with him anymore. But it became a bit of a hassle when he happened to be there when I beat up my supposed best friend because of what she said about me accusing Crazy Ben for no reason. Then he got bit too curious about my life.
Jumping Bridges- I didn't have time for him to follow me around in remorse. I had promised not to sue but that didn't seem to faze him in his quest to make it up to me. Only, there was a reason that I kept people at an arm's length and once he got rid of that... well I was sure I could find another excuse.
The Six Month Family Crash Course- We decided on six months. Six months that the Wilmingtons were free of me, six months that Maia McAdams had to crack me open and make me "part of the family," six months that I had to build a relationship out of nothing with a family member I never even knew I had, and, unfortunately for me and Michelle McAdams, six months for Jason Greene to try to win me over.
How I Met Your Father- They were complete opposites, extremes. And I couldn't help but fall in love with both of them. But it took the extremes throwing punches in the middle of the hallway to snap me out of my selfish phase and see what really mattered. And who really mattered.
Falling Out of Love with Dan Barker- "Don't worry Liney, we will have you out of love with Dan Barker in not time. In a month you'll be saying 'Dan who?'" I don't say or do anything, but I know that that will never happen. I am totally and completely in love with dan Barker, and no amount of chocolate, or lists, or man-hating music can change that.
Fate Has ButterFingers- We fell in love in a pretty normal way. We flirted and dated and carried on all the traditions. But we both new we wouldn't be a couple that would make it. Splitting up turned out to be far less normal. If only his voice would stop following me everywhere!
Saved by Grace- There are a few moments that you have in your life that you never forget. Memoir-worthy moments. I've had my fair share. When I was eight and saw death for the first time when I was in the room the day my Grandfather died. When I was fourteen and realized I wasn't a child anymore. When I was ninteen and realized how completely in love I was with Nathan Taylor, the last person on Earth I would have thought I would feel this way for. And then finally when I was twenty and came inches within death for and because of Nathan Taylor. This isn't my story of abuse, this is my story of how I risked everything for someone who didn't even remember my name. Grace Campbell is my name by the way. If you don't believe me, let me show you my scars.
Fantasy/ Romance:
Living with Others- His sister was addicted, I knew it right then. I knew that he saw me nothing more than a fraud, angered by my apparent success from the stock market and my business consulting company. Well he didn't know that he would need my help and I was definitely holding it over his head.
Listening for an Echo- My life had been pretty good for the last thousand years or so. I missed my sister and was forced to pretend to be autistic, but at least I had a good home and was getting an(other) education. And now they had finally upgraded me into the normal part of the boarding school, where I unfortunately attracted the attention of a Jake O'Neill. Perfect time for Pan to come after me again.
Historical/ Romance:
Overpowering- It felt comfortable, like I was being pulled back into reality. I smiled at Mary and she hesitantly smiled back at me. I pulled her with me through the crowd. "I want to see the opposition." I told her. She then went on to try to convince to turn around, but I ignored her. But I never saw him. Instead some idiot ran into me and pushed me into the dirt. That's when I regretted dressing down.
One Shot:
The Beauty and the... Cow?- Just a response to a pet peeve I have with the cliche that goes "I hate him, he is so horrible to me... wait he likes me? Sweet, let me go jump him." Exerpt: I stared at him horrified and shrieked, "You sick, demented cow!"
Quotes:
The trouble with talking too fast is you may say something you haven't thought of yet. ~Ann Landers
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
The woman was made of a rib out of the side of Adam; not out of his head to rule over him, nor out of his feet to be trampled by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and next to his heart to be loved.
Time you enjoyed wasting wasn't wasted ~Lennon
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I need to be ~Douglas Adams
You must be the change you wish to see in the world ~Gandhi
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills its pupils. ~Louis Hector Berlioz
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. ~Tom Wilson
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