"We are all haunted. Not by unexplained rappings or spectral auras, much less headless horsemen and weeping queens -- real ghosts pace the battlements of memory, endlessly whispering,Remember me."

"Your king, Osama, looks kind of like a dirty wizard, or a homeless Santa."

"I, uh, don't know that that's a thing that I know!"

I'm CB, short for Christelle-Benoite, but you can call me Christi.

About The Author:

I’m from France.

I’m eighteen and I live in the beautiful state of Michigan… ahem.

I have some sort of weird obsession with fire, symbolically.

I’m majoring in Anthropology and possibly minoring in Art History.

I want to work in a museum. A good one. Like the Louvre, perhaps.

Da Vinci and Goya are amazing.

Everything Jack White does is genius.

You're all jealous of Johnny 3 Tears.

I don't care what you say, Albert Einstein is cooler than you.

Slash is God. Well, that's not true because Slash actually exists. Ooh, that was low.

I am perfectly content to sit around listening to AFI all day for the rest of my life.

I love Kathy Griffin, Michael Ian Black, and Conan O’Brien.

I’m in love with Alex Varkatzas and Isaac Slade.

There is no author I love more than William Faulkner. He is the god of canonized literature.

Although, he might be tied with Ellen Hopkins. But just barely. She is the goddess of verse.

However, there is no book I love more than Interred With Their Bones by Jennifer Lee Carrell.

I’m only good at writing really short, depressing one-shots with complicated syntax that are filled to the brim with symbolism that you’ll probably never understand. You’ll learn to love it :D

I’m going to name my son Kale Wendel and my husband will just have to deal with it. Just like he’ll have to deal with the fact that I’m going to name my twin daughters Soma Rhey and Reagan Elizabeth.

Random Discussion Topic of the Moment: Domo Kun

Yeah, Domo Kun. You don't know about Domo Kun, you say? Well, get to know about him because he's awesome. He's this little Japanese cartoon character (I think) and I discovered him at Target. A couple years ago, they had this weird thing with Domo during Halloween; there were like, enormous plushies of him hanging from the ceilings and they had little figurines and everything. Ever since then, I fell in love. I watched the little episodes on youtube, which are only like 30 seconds each, but they're so adorable. Now I have two Domo plushies (he's a devil in one of them for Halloween. It's ridiculously cute), two figurines, and six magnets. Oh, and a t-shirt. God, I love Domo.

Any questions, comments, concerns? Feel free to message me and we can talk about Domo!

Featured Song:

Title: Seven Nation Army
Artist: The White Stripes
Album: Elephant

I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear,
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home

Recent Developments:

11.30.09:A new story is currently in development. Like, for real this time. I will leave you with this: Crash Love. If any of you are familiar with the former followed by the latter, you know what’s up. Happy wondering! Love you all. :p

12.01.09: Oh, man, it's December! Glory! I'm not dead! Even more glorious! I'm going to stop using exclamation points because my AP lit teacher always said it was like cheating when you're trying to show emotion. Anyway. Crash Love is developing quite beautifully, if I do say so myself. But, even for those of you who know what the hell Crash Love is, you still have no idea what the story is about! But, rejoice, my pretty readers, because if you love my depressing tales, you'll surely love this! I guess I lied about the exclamation point thing. Heh.

RANDOM SIDE NOTE THAT DEFINITELY NEEDS TO BE WRITTEN:
I just read the most amazing story ever. It's called Por Siempre by nemivicious (It's in my favorites) and I can't even explain to you how much it made me feel. It's so sad and poetic and beautiful; I've always wanted a love like that - a love that hurts so much you can't take it, but you wouldn't give that feeling up for anything else in the world because you're so much better off with it in your life. Because you finally know what it's like to really feel, and even though it was so perfect, you knew it had to end sometime, because it's poetry and the best poetry is heartbreaking. I am undeniably anti-inspired because I know that I can never write anything as emotional and heartfelt and amazing as this story, but I can still try to conjure up something half as poetic.