Hello. I'm Hannah.
I absolutely love writing and reading. I'm currently reading The Taming of the Shrew.
My favorite genre is fantasy. I don't mind historical fiction or the occasional science fiction, but I can't stand memoirs, or most nonfiction books. I also despise what my friends and I call "bad teenage literature". You know what I mean. The kind of series where you can read all the books or just the same one over and over, because the same things always happen.
One of my favorite things to write are descriptions. I love using long words and wording things just right, so every time you read it, you enjoy it.
I also like writing poetry. I originally started with free verse, but now I realize that most of the unrhyming poems I wrote were... awful, to put it lightly. Now I tend to stick to my rhyming poetry.
In some of my stories, there are a couple of typos. That's just because I type fast and don't usually read it over after I type it. Other than that, I tend not to make grammar or spelling mistakes. If you do see anything, tell me.
Two of my current obsessions are Shakespeare and pi. I know 107 digits and counting.
Another thing about me is that I tend to write really short chapters. It just looks so much longer in Word or on paper! Besides, sometimes I just can't resist ending a chapter in a certain place.
I don't update that much. I often find that I'd rather read than try to work out plot twists in my own stories. I'm also fairly busy; I'm in my school play, and play two instruments, and then there's homework and such. So, if I don't update, that's why.
Yasmina's Yarns of YeverNafter, aka The Glass-Paned Door is... a work in progress. By "a work in progress" I mean I'm completely rewriting the whole thing, and I don't know how it'll come out. It's possible that it's not coming back; it's also a possibility that it'll come back ten times better. You'll just have to see.
This is one of my favorite poems:
Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
~Edgar Allen Poe
And lastly, a favorite quote:
"If I had one bad story for every bad story I've ever written, I would have a lot of bad stories."
Visit me on fanfiction under the same penname.
~exit pursued by a bear
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