Name: Cailin

Age: Old enough to know not to play with knives...and young enough not to care.

Sex: I've no clue.

Height: Taller than you... (O_o)

Blood Type: The blue kind.

Occupation: I'll say 'back up dancer' because it sounds cool.

Tools of the Trade: Computer, keyboard, Wacom tablet, pencil, sketchbook/notebook, and my brain.

Favorite Color(s): Bright Pink, yellow, and lavender.

Favorite Food: EVERYTHING!

Favorite Drink: Dr. Pepper, apple juice, and water.

Mission: Few comprehend the great mystery of unfathomable love...I am here to impart a fragment of understanding through prose and amusing literature

Random Bits: I am the second born of six, I like collecting things, my room is yellow checker board, I had two cats: Sparkie and Miyavi that I swore would one day turn into handsome boys from an alien planet, and I randomly chuck blunt things at people who annoy me. Which, thankfully for the rest of the world, aren't many.

I thank God for every wonderful and even ridiculous idea I have about this world in which I live. My brain makes my life a lot more interesting, and it's thanks to His wonderful planning and great wisdomosity that I have it to call my own. And if some one is offended by that then that just sucks some major arse, because I cannot figure how that can possibly be offensive.

Enjoy.

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Stories

Iki O Suru- Description pending...
(Mode: Doomed)

Ephemeral Wings- Description pending...
(Mode: Hiatus.)
-Note: this pending chapter is having some major birthing issues. It's coming out like crap every time. Never mind the other projects I'm dealing with. So patience. Please?

The Art of Drowning-
(Mode: Will get around to it...maybe.)
-Summary-
He's beautiful. He's creepy. He's mute. He's beautiful. He's an anomaly. And did we mention he's beautiful?
He's everything the world wants, defined solely by a haunting voice and ebony eyes.
The Freshmen are obsessed with him; the star football player is fresh for his form; and everyone else contends for his attention.
Star's immune.
At least...she likes to SAY she is.
Never mind that when he looks at her (and he seems to be doing that a lot lately) she forgets all sane thought, and when he speaks at her (never to) she has a a hard time at working up a response. Forget that when he touches her...well, lets just say the world becomes null and void. Though, it's got to be understandable, he has that effect on EVERYONE.
But she still can't build a believable excuse for why she's got this craving to taste his lips.

Shadow Kiss-Description pending.
(It's up...still revising though.)

Stories In The Works

Blue Moon
(Also complete. But also being revised, but not as expediently as SK.)

Less Than Perfection
(Will be quite some time until it's up. The chapter's are just so LONG!)

Once Upon A Nightmare
(Prologue complete. Have no clue when I'll get around to actually starting a chapter.)

Hai Hai Master
(...)

TEARS
(It may just be along shortly.)

Angel's Kiss
(Companion story to Shadow Kiss, first chapter in the works.)

Please Note: These stories will EVENTUALLY make an appearance, it all depends on how motivated I am in the next couple of weeks.

So far I've been VERY motivated.
(Statement posted 4-27-07)

I have not been feeling motivated to write.
I've been too busy working on my manga
Girls-Not-Grey.
(Statement posted 5-31-07)

Motivation Quotiant is at an all time low.
Don't expect anything from me.
I've no clue what I'm doing anymore.
(Statement posted 6-22-08)

The Memorandum (Note: These are quotes that provoked a lot of thought. Perhaps you could use a little time to think as well?)

-If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.

'Before the World Was Made' from the poem 'A Woman Young and Old'

-Every experience of beauty points to (eternity.)

-All flesh is like grass, and all it's glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers and the flower falls away.