Fics so far:

Under A Blue Moon: Tristan Leander: (1) Male straight out of the poster of a teen model magazine. (2) The bane of Odette Ramos' existence. While he was set to accepting the fact that he was fated to suffer for all eternity, Odette was set to avoid him to her heart's content—that is, until she came across his picture in the school's yearbook—Fifty years ago...

Maybe my future fics:

October 14, 2009: This came to me as I was listening to the song: At The Beginning, which is from the movie Anastasia. I'm not sure if I want to write it...it depends on how long Till The Sun Sets takes and how fluent the idea flows through my mind and out from my fingertips. But here's a teaser. If you want you can PM me and let me know if you would be interested in reading more of this in the future

Amethyest Eyes: "One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching," he stated, his amethyst orbs penetrating her very soul. A smile alighted upon her delicate lips as she bluntly accused him, "You stole that quote." His mouth slowly curved back as an identical smile flirted with his lips. "You caught me."
Raylina Mendel thought that nothing could be any worst than leaving behind the foundations of her seventeen-years of life. With parents deceased and a change of scenery, there was nothing left to grasp onto. She had already fallen too far into the darkness that she hadn't seen the hand of hope clasp onto her wrist and transport her back into the light.

October 27, 2009: I had posted this but then immediately removed it. I'm still not positively set--like the rest of my 'future fics'--whether or not I would like to actually post it...It was a random spur of the moment during a study session I was having with my friends when they went off topic...

The Book of Moon: He came striding into my life, like an unforeseen earthquake destroying a small island town. He was to mysterious as curiosity was to cat. He was shrouded in a dark mystery that silently whispered tempting words into my ears. His life revolved under the light of the moon. While my life revolved around its tale. He relished the nightlife. I wanted to bathe in the shelter of the light. He smothered me with dark, alluring looks. And each time, I knew I was a step closer to losing to his silent beckon. Or how my great, great, great grandmother says: the howl of a wolf’s love song.