Character: So, you wrote this?
Me:Mhmm, I did. Do you like it?
Character: It's all right, and this is what you're planning to write?
Me: Yea, Pretty much.
Character: You disgust me.
Cello, I consider myself still new to fictionpress.com. I am trying to be an author, but I'm still trying to hone my writing skills. I also have an account on Fanfiction.net-Marner. I'm sorry I haven't been on here in a long time, but I hope to make that up. My e-mail is abregeilla@yahoo.com please feel free to e-mail me any comments you have about my writing. If anyone wants me to, send me a message, and I'll read your stories if you want me to. Hope to write back soon.
User Stats:
On favorites of 3 member
On AuthorAlert List of 1 members
Submitted a total of 15 signed reviews
Total Words Achieved: 29,582
Average words per entry: 3,287
Nubmer of hits to my page: 126
Story Stats:
Bliss: 208
Of The Lily, Raven, and Air: 69
Something to Tell: 45
Mutants: ZY-08: 44
A Secret: 33
An O-bon Farewell: 32
Bonehead: 29
Main Ingrediant: 25
On the Other Side: 21
As of July 4, 2008
I would just like to thank all the readers who read my stories. I'm glade you did.
Stories I hope to create soon:
Mosnters:
(Okay, this was going to be a co-authored project. However, I don't think any of us are going to get together to work on it, so I'll be doing it solo.) In the future, all the story-book mosnters have taken over the world. The vampires have killed all the warewolves for fear that they would end up killing them. Ghouls continue living in their pained existance. Leuia is the queen of the zombies, but continues to try and live on her own. The scientist who could have cured them from thier cursed lives is dead. All the witches and wizards have died off, and no one knows why. As for humans, well they are nothing more than food and slave labor for the undead. However, one human can make a difference in the course of the world...
Choose Your End:
In the world where reality is nothing but endless violence and sex, seven people will find that our choices always decide our fates. Our choices even decide our deaths.
I Hate You:
It's still a working title, but this is an idea I got from my creative writing course. Two very different girls, one a popular cheerleader and the other an unpopular invisble girl, are best friends. Now that they have graduated high school and are both taking very different life paths in life. (The best explanation I could think of.)
American Witch:
It's never been easy being a witch. In this modern century people still have dark views of witches. Well, I make my living selling potions, giving advice, and helping those who really don't need it. I also do my best to keep the darkness and the things that reside there from breaking through.
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