I'm female, young (not giving my actual age; suffice it to say I'm younger than most of the people on this site), and bisexual (in case you've read my poetry and are wondering about the fact that some refers to girls and some to guys...)
I am usually not a very fast updater (sorry, but you'll just have to live with it), however, once in a while I get very inspired and crank out a ton of poetry or a couple whole chapters of a story, all at once.
News
I've deleted UnBecoming Your Father. Yes, I know, I should start a story and stick with it, but that one clearly wasn't going anywhere (and it was already pretty badly written). I have a ton of ideas for stories, but usually I can't find the patience to actually finish them. Also, I have the bad habit of breaking the number one rule for inexperienced writers: Write what you know. My new ideas are based on stuff I'm more familiar with. We'll see if they work out.
Finished Work
desire- fairly passionate poetry about someone I used to think about a lot.
her- somewhat less passionate poetry about someone who I have a lot of mixed feelings about. (It's not you, Ariana. Or Jenn. Or anyone who I'd let see this profile. So if you're reading this note, the poem is not about you.)
lust- very passionate poetry about the same person as in desire.
sweaty nighttime wishes for a different world- I'm not sure how to describe this. It's at least partially about the same person as in her, but although it might seem somewhat similar, it's actually more a protest than an outpouring of passion.
Interrupted Passion- a one-shot semi-sex-scene that didn't fit in my story but was just calling out to me to write it. It almost feels like a character sketch.
Works In Progress
Character Sketches- These are insubstantial, mostly plotless one-shots describing characters, some of which are real people and some made up.
Coming Soon/Potential Ideas
1. Summer Is Not For Love- American teenager Sandra Nelson has spent her last two summers in Germany in an immersive language program, and she's back again this summer- same program, different city. She's always told herself never to develop feelings for anyone over the summer, since chances are she'll never see them again. Then she meets Kristjan Dabravakku, an Estonian boy in the language program who just might make her rethink her summer philosophy.
2. Although I'm not sure I'll be able to do anything good with this idea, I'd love to write a fantasy along these lines... An intelligent species that has always lived alongside humans, just on the edge of their awareness, is dying out. Some had called them angels and worshiped them; others feared their abilities and attempted to kill them, thinking they were some sort of supernatural creature. Unfortunately, the latter usually won out, meaning that there are now just a few left, and they have become very reclusive. Brai Kazelian is the last male of the species on the entire continent of North America. The future of his species depends on him, and he is not at all sure he can handle that responsibility... This fic would be called Clipped Wings.
~Ayenti Hwann (Anna)
P.S. If anyone is actually reading my stories/poems, reviews would be much appreciated- I'm not writing for the reviews, but I will update faster if I'm writing for readers rather than just for myself.
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