|Kathleen del Marina|
Author has written 8 stories for Young Adult, Love, War, Friendship, General, and Life.
Random things to bore you to death:
Ciao. I'm Kathleen. Or, rather, Kat. I live in Colorado. And, yes, I hate it here!
Well, I'm 15 and a almost a sophomore at Rampart High School (which I'm really unhappy about, but what can a girl do?) As for college, I'm hoping to go to Duke University in North Carolina to study marine biology, then maybe continue onto MIT. That's my ambition-to become an independent marine biologist and study dolphins either in Italy or the Caribbean. But, of course, I want to keep up with writing, too!
So, other than writing, my interests include: swimming, running, soccer, horseback riding, politics, reading, drawing, and traveling. I am almost never home during the summer. Ah, and I am completely obsessed with Harry Potter. I am freakishly active on Leaky Lounge, listen to PotterCast, WeasleyCast, and GalleryCast, check TLC daily, and am going to Terminus this summer in Chicago. There is no hope. But I don't talk about it much on here, that's on my fanfiction.net account =D
Well, anyway, enough about me, and on to my story information:
Deep Water is a story about a girl named Rachel who suffers a terrible tragedy and is sent to live in Africa. Through several different events, she ends up in Rwanda with her dad and brother right after the horrible genocide of April 1994. She finds herself living in one of the most interesting and culturally diverse places in the world. But, Rwanda, at that time, was also one of the most dangerous places. Over the course of 5 years, Rachel goes through many life changes and suddenly finds herself alone in a dangerous country. It's a story about love and loss, about how Europe completely ruined the development of Africa, and about changes. I really like this story, but I'm just going to warn you that it is definitely a tearjerker, so if you don't like that kind of thing, then...well, don't read it!
Dearly Beloved is a story loosely based on my own life, but several of the events are not true (my mother is not dead). I included events from my own life and mixed it with events from the life of a character I have on a role-playing site, so don't assume that everything is true in the story. My life isn't nearly as bad as Kathleen Clairion's, the main character. Once again, this is a story about love and loss. It is a story about the reactions people have to big losses in their lives, and how if a person is pushing everyone away, they probably just want to see if anyone cares enough to pull back. It's another tearjerker...I don't know what it is with me, that just seems to me like the only way you can connect with people.
The Day A Country Died: A poem about the events of 9/11. Yay? I'm not sure if it's very good or not, but everyone I've showed it to has cried. I've edited a few times, and I hope if flows. If I try rhyming or syllables, the effect is ruined. It's supposed to be short, quick lines kind of to symbolise the tragedy and how fast it happened
Sister Love: A poem about the special bond between sisters, and how sometimes your best friend is more like your sister. I wrote it to my friend Natalie about 3 years ago. Since then, she moved and we kind of split apart, but I still find a lot of meaning in the poem
Anastacia: A poem that I wrote after one of my best friends died. It was a really hard time, and this poem is mostly about how I want her back. It's in a rhyming and six syllable per line pattern (with 2 exceptions). Parts are in French, if you are confused
The Final Word: A poem about my feelings for Jo Rowling and the Harry Potter series. I wrote it after I finished Deathly Hallows to feel closure, and I hope you like. It contains spoilers for Deathly Hallows, but, honestly, who hasn't read it yet?
Falling through the Black: Well, it's a kind of strange and impromptu poem I wrote during the winter. It's kind of expressing my mild seasonal depression, and how I thrive more in the sun. I dunno...my friends liked it, but it might seem confusing if you don't understand how seasonal depression works! (fyi, my seasonal depression isn't nearly as bad as most people's. It's just that in winter, with less sun, I feel lonely and hopeless and useless sometimes)
Brave Walk: Well, I wrote this poem over Spring Break. It's supposed to be about Harry's walk in Chapter 34 "The Forest Again" in Deathly Hallows. I'm not convinced I fully got the idea across, but I like the way it flows, at least.
So...yeah, this is me, and these are my stories! I hope you like them, and please review. No flames, just constructive criticism and insightful reviews. Flames ruin my day like a snowstorm when I'm walking home, but insightful reviews make my day like a new episode of PotterCast =)
"I walked away from Africa with nothing...Just the belief that words and compassion are the better way. Even if it's slower than a gun." ~Silvia Broome, the Interpreter
Sometimes people put up walls just to see who cares enough to break them down.
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