Author has written 2 stories for Romance.

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Duke Orsino:
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Twelfth Night Act 1, scene 1, 1–3
--William Shakesphere

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Je m'apelle Becca.
I’m a decade and seven years old, my age not doing my intelligence nor maturity any justice.
I fulfill the quote, “You never know with her.”
I have a gift of expressions and explanations.
I’ve been told that I’m mentally stimulating.
My Sexual preference is not of your concern; however I do not limit myself to either gender.
I don’t date.
Though my grammar isn’t the sharpest, I’ve been called the Human Dictionary.

I’m a quick study, being that I can play 7 instruments, all self-taught.
My ethnicity is Mexican, Aztecan and Incan.

I have 30+ piercings and 8 tattoo's.

I will prove all your preconceived notions wrong.
I yearn for the feeling of my hair swaying at the backs of my thighs again.
My eyes are the color of Black Coffee; look as hard as you want,
You will not be graced with the window of my soul.

You will always get what you deserve.

Anything else you want to know, go to my myspace which is indeed the homepage.

Also, I know that I've 'misspelled' the word Remourse in my username and in the story titled Crimson Remourse. It was intentional. I like the way it looks with a 'u' than without. It gives it more...personality, yeah?

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:INCOMING FICTION: :Updated 7-20-09:

:Here We Stand:

I wish that we could have new moments together, better ones that replace the horrid ones that tore our relationship apart. I can’t exactly say where we went wrong, but I can share the beauty that was us. This is my closure. :Femmeslash:

:Abhorrence:

No summary yet. Though it will be Femmeslash.

:Cruelest Silence:

No summary yet. Will either be Femmeslash or Slash.

:Crimson Remourse:

Laughter. The word barely registering in her fear-hazed mind as a deep rumble resounded behind her, the sound nothing like a growl. It was a noise of amusement. Amusement of her fear. “Run. And don’t look back." :Het:

:Delerium:

“You know, it’s lovely to know that I live with complete retards who like to keep the bloody door open. One of these days some little hobo is going to just walk in and call our apartment home. I said I don’t ever want any fucking pets!" reprimanded Malice in an exasperated tone as he stalked over to the door and slammed it shut before redoing the two padlocks, three deadbolts and chain lock. Remember kids! You can never have enough protection! :Slash:

:One-Shots:

These tend to strike at random, so be on the look-out :x

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:Visuals:

I do not own any of the following images. As the stories progress, I will add the appropriate images. Don't want to spoil anything :x

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:Crimson Remourse:

:Zakira:ll:Kira:

The following picture show's Zakira's eyes as I imagined them. I actually found the picture later, after I had written the first four chapters of CR. I realize that the model's are different, but picture the body shot's of Zakira with these eyes. There are a few more facial coming, wait and see. http://i26.tinypic.com/351imfc.jpg

Body Shots. When I see this female, I think of Zakira right off the bat for some reason. Anti-Saint pretty much took over my mental image. http://i31.tinypic.com/30urbfc.jpg and http://i30.tinypic.com/x1m78y.jpg

:Ezrael:ll:Ezra:

I know it's a female in the photo but I think she's androgynous enough to make it work. I don't think that I could find a better image. Ezra is psychotic and well, this picture portrays him exactly as I see him as I write. Especially showing his inner Madman in the first chapter. http://i31.tinypic.com/2e3q4ix.jpg

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