Name: S. A. Hanna

Age: 15, but I certainly don't feel that old.

Location: I'm really not too big on posting my location online but, in case you're wondering, I live in a hippy town on the west coast of the United States.

I just changed my username. I used to be Elphaba The Wicked Witch. So if you're getting notifications about my stuff but aren't sure who I am, that's who I am. (S. A. Hanna just looks more professional and, as I'm getting older, I want to have a more professional image. I've had this account since I was about 12, and it's been Elphaba The Wicked Witch since I was 12, so I was just read for a change.)

About me:

I am a young teenage writer. I write whatever the hell comes to mind, which is usually realistic teen fiction. I write to get inside a character's head. (I'm saying that because a lot of people write for different things: world building, story telling, et cetera.) I really enjoy trying to picture a character's pain, whether it be frustration, annoyance, extreme physical pain or grief. Ever since I was a little kid, I've experimented with different scenarios that characters can be put into while playing games with neighborhood kids, and, to as deep of an extent as I could, I would embody the emotions the scenario ensued. It never occurred to me, until fifth grade, that I could put these things down on paper. In fifth grade, about 2005, after the huge tsunami in south east Asia struck, I had aspirations to write something about tsunami victims, but I never did until I found an article in People Magazine about how children victims were receiving art therapy. This article really struck a chord with me because it wasn't putting out statistics of how many people died or how many people were displaced. It put names to the statistics heard on the news every day. It put lives to the pictures of people. It wasn't one of those, 'Today, this happened' with no emotion at all. That day, I started writing my first 'big project.' (It was probably about 2,000 words which was, at the time, HUGE.) Two weeks later, I had a completed rough draft in my hands. I've been hooked on--no, addicted to--writing ever since.

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Stories I'm working on right now (not necesarily posted on fictionpress):

If God is So Great:

Adina Anglicus was born and raised in a Catholic family. Her mom carries a pocket sized bible in her purse wherever she goes. Her dad has Genesis memorized. Her sister, Eden, is the seven-year-old religion police. Everyone believes furtively in Catholicism except for Adina, who has questioned god since she was very young. If God is so great, why'd he kill Grandma?

So when Adina gets expelled from St. Joseph's Day School, she's more than happy to go to Hawthorne High School, where she develops a social life for the first time ever. As the year progresses, Adina must struggle to balance her social life, her unwanted boyfriend and her family of Jesus Freaks. But when things turn upside down Adina realizes that religion isn’t as anal as she thought it was and, eventually, regains her mother’s trust.

Status: Third draft... Will seek out beta readers after this draft. I don't plan on ever posting it but I'm thinking about shopping it around and getting an agent for it to see if I can get published. (If I can't, no big deal. I'm only fifteen. I have my entire life ahead of me to get something published.)

Dillon (the unofficial sequel to If God Is So Great. Title pending.):

Dillon has always felt like he's inadequate to his closest friends: Desmond, Junie, Lola and Adina. On the surface, it doesn't seem like he should: he's funny, he has a great group of friends and, not to mention, is a prodigy clarinetist, principal of the section in the top youth orchestra in the city. But while they boast significant others and crushes, Dillon hides his biggest secret: that he's gay and has been in love with Desmond since he met him. Worried that his peers will ridicule him with insults and homophobic remarks, Dillon has remained in the closet for years.

But when Desmond finally gets the girl of his dreams, Dillon drunkenly rapes his close friend, Adina Anglicus, the only other person who knows his secret. The next morning, after he sobers up, he realizes what he did was wrong, and that his secret is out. With most of his friends rightfully taking the side of Adina, Dillon is left alone, in the cold, with no one to support him. He just wants to forget about the rape and move on with his life but he just can't. Whenever he's with his friends, it seems like there's always something that they want to talk about but no one's willing to bring up the subject. The fact that he hallucinates Adina's presence where ever he goes isn't helping him forget.

Status: Very rough draft. Unlike If God is So Great, I'm probably not going to try to publish this one because of its controversial nature. Yeah, don't you love censorship?

Morta's People:

Out in Alaska, in the middle of no where, there is a piece of land that no one has ever heard of. It's not recognized on maps. No one has ever been there, except for the Native Alaskans and the inhabitants, Morta's People, a cult created at the turn of the century. Since the members migrated there almost a hundred years ago, no one has left the compound and no one has come onto the compound. They live in an isolated world where they hunt and gather for food and perceive anyone who they don't know as an 'other.'

When a three strangers over the course of twelve years happen upon the compound in states of confusion and disorientation, the members of the cult think they are going to be the reincarnations of their gods and prepare to sacrifice the strangers. Now only time can tell if they can escape the forces of the cult.

Status: Outlining, mainly. That's a really bad summary, and I'm sorry about that. I'm starting my first draft on November 1st for NaNoWriMo. We'll see if it gets posted... (If it turns out to be a decent rough draft, I will post it.)