Don't judge, don't hate
So what if I'm named Grape?
We're all a little different, you and I.
And here is where we let our ambitions reside.

To start it all off, my real name is Catie.
It's not Grape, as you can see.
I started writing when I was young, about eight or nine.
Since then, it's really become my only outlet to shine.

Don't call me an agnsting teenager, it's not true.
I'm just not good at anything, old or new.
A klutz by nature, quiet by law.
I'm not some robot; I do have flaws.

Reading, drawing, and running are hobbies of mine.
There's almost nothing that I really can't design.
I'm unique, isn't everyone?
You think this profile is ended? It's only just begun.

My genres I write are short and simple.
I try to make everything perfect, down to the dimple.
I can write humor, adventure, sci-fi or tragedy.
Action, short story, poem or fantasy.

If you need a book cover, stay right here.
Don't be stupid and just disappear.
Nearly all my covers are self-made.
Need a picture? I'm your aid.

Grape is my name.
I am an author who has got some game.
I just have one last request,
Favorite, follow, or read; now I'll lay it to rest.

:) Grapes

My Stories

Abandoned: Pencils have feelings, too, you know. Completed.

Bluebird: A poem about a lost little bluebird. Completed.

Broken Hearts, Shattered Dreams: A poem written in free verse about being used and tossed away. Completed.

Finding Dante: Angela Connor has been training all her life in the city of Lármór, the capital city of Donhamn, her country. Now fifteen, Angela has grown bored of the training that fills her days. After reading about Angelo-Dánte, a terrorist group that has gone into hiding, Angela makes it her mission to find and destroy them. Forming a group consisting of a dragon tamer, a seer, a selkie, a scholar, and a necromancer, Angela sets out on the adventure of a lifetime, with her main goal to find - and kill - this mysterious Angelo-Dante - once and for all. In progress.

Stairs to Olympus: A parody to the song "Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. Completed.

The Weapon of Mass Destruction: Three half-bloods. Four gods. One weapon of mass destruction. Completed.

You've Got It Wrong: What does a zealous ice cream cone, a rebellious teenager, and a destiny to fufill equal? A recipe for disaster. Completed.

Find me on Wattpad: GrapeFox
Find me on FanFiction: Grape Fox
My blog: www. prepareforchaos.blogspot.com