Author has written 142 stories for Fantasy, Life, General, Love, Nature, Song, Romance, Young Adult, Manga, and Supernatural.
Age: 19 (a Sophomore again); a year older, hardly any wiser...
Flaws: Are you sure you wanna know? Well, there's a lot, 'cause I'm nowhere near perfect (and personally, would never want to be). So here's just a few... I tend to ramble a lot. I have a bad tendency to leave stories for a while before going back to them, not to mention my tendency to start a lot of new stories as well. I am -by now- a professional procrastinator. I run away a lot. Oh, and I seem to be going through a bit of a dark phase; not that that's really a flaw, but I just thought I should mention it, 'cause it'll definitely show through my writing.
my alter ego insists I put this link up to her account, where some of the older stories here will be re-written and posted; she has found her place on fictionpress as Nightmare.Rose.
Comments on my stories and my latest poems:
The first thing that I posted on this site was my story, 'Goddess of the Ancients'. It was a story that I had begun a few months before I actually came to this site, though never finished. A thousand thanks to those of you who have read this; especially since you've had to wait nearly 14 months for the 4th chapter. (chapter 17 up)
'A Choice', was started around July of 2002, but never finished. The storyline has come back to haunt my mind several times since then, but never enough to be penned. It's a basic romance - or well, it would be, if you don't take into account all the magic - but when there are significant secrets you can never tell the other person, how can it possibly survive? Will you even survive? This is the problem Laurel faces...
'Trying To Live Again' was started back in October of 2003. From then on, I'd add little pieces to it, not really in any order. Right now, I'm trying to piece together the many pieces so that it actually makes sense. It's mainly a romance story, though there are some fantasy aspects to it. Basics: Kaden has never thought twice about turning his back on his humanity. Sara can't seem to continue on, despite her knowing better. And Galen? He hopes these two can teach each other something before everything takes a turn for the worse.(Chapter 5 up)
'The Break of Dawn' is a story mainly about the existence of the so-called 'impossible' in a world that doesn't accept that fact. When war breaks out, the possibility of romance shows just in time for the past to catch up with Rae, and the precarious future of both worlds proves to be an ever increasing worry, what happens in the dark of the night is all that matters. I'm not quite sure how it's going to end yet, but the ones I have in mind are filled with deaths, so... (Chapter 5 up)
'The Life of a Renaissance Teen' was originally intended to be manga when I first thought of it, but then again, the main character was also supposed to be an adult, so yeah... Umm... like it says, the main character, Ciara, is a 15-year-old girl who's great at practically everything. The problem is, can she keep leading a normal life and still keep doing the things she loves? Can she keep everyone from finding out who she really is? (Chapter 2 up)
'Always A Day Late' is a cute little short manga story about a girl whose timing is always a day late. (poor girl... I can sorta relate, though not exactly - I just always have the worst timing...) Anyway, nothing I can really say without giving too much away, but there's plenty of romance. :) (Chapter 2 up)
'Black Butterflies', (for the lack of a better title so far) is based on my seeing a black butterfly a couple of months ago and the idea that sprang forth from it. Since then, I've seen a couple of other black butterflies (yes, I'm sure they weren't moths), and so I finally wrote more to it and posted what I have so far. There's going to be a complicated plot and of course romance. I hope you like this story. (Chapter 1 up -- there's a prologue, so...)
'Final Resolutions' is a story that I've been working on since around the beginning of this school year, I guess. Once again, however, I started writing the middle/end of it first, so it took me a while to get back to the beginning. Anyway, believe me, I really am trying to continue this story, but it's just so hard to fill in the many blanks right now... Well, to be honest, I'm not quite sure what else there is to say about this story... There's not much I can say about it without giving too much away... (Chapter 1 up)
'-repose-' is yet another manga; though this one I think will be more like an actual series. It was inspired from this one scene that appeared before my mind's eye this morning. Thus, I started writing, hoping to just get that one scene down in words before I forget. And what happens instead? I end up writing for four hours on just that one chapter. :P Figures though... Anyway, the summary for this story actually does a good job, I think. Oh, and expect an author's note on it in the next chapter; there's a lot for me to comment on that I didn't feel like scaring new readers with. (:P My author's notes tend to be on the long side... hehe") Well, here's to hoping I have time to continue this story soon. (Chapter 1 up)
As for 'Yakusokugoto', well, I'm not quite sure what to say. The summary I put up for it actually does a relatively good job for once. The image that's in the Prologue has been with me for quite a while, but the rest only just recently arrived in my mind, so that's why I only just started this story. Umm, there's a lot to explain, but I can't do much of it here without giving things away... An Author's Note will arrive at the end of Chapter 3... Hope you like this one. (Prologue and Chapter 1 up)
'Too Trite To Be Right' is my first real attempt at a humor-based story. It's under the romance genre, and, as the title suggests, deals with the cliché. For a while, I was uncertain as to whether or not I wanted to continue it, but it has its potential, and I'm pathetically very attached to the characters. With a promise to keep the chapters at a length of at least around 3000 words, it's also going to be challenging in that aspect, never mind the challenging plotline (hopefully I'll dig myself out of an unredeemable cliché, or at least generate a likable one). I truly hope to finish this one before the end of senior year. (Chapter 1 up)
Am I Giving Up?
People Tend To Be Clueless
Enough ' hopeforconflict is an emotional piece... The title was a result of indecision on my part; both seemed like proper titles for this poem, so I ended up using them both. It's about the lack of proper communication, even when it's desperately needed.
Tainted Walls starts off a string of revised poems - basically poems I originally wrote a long time ago but for some reason or other felt they were still incomplete... I finally got around to editing and finishing these (although there are still many many more left to finish), and decided to post them. This set of poems was written all around the same time.. in the span of a few nights in the summer when I just didn't really sleep. This particular poem is definitely angst; it's a harsh criticism... one that stung all the more from its origin in self-recognition. -A sort of love-hate dance of sorts...
Tidal Wave is another angsty piece... in fact, it wasn't really supposed to fall in the romance category. It's about choice and consequence, extremes and truths we're too frightened to face. Because of the situation I was still reeling from, these poems seem to be a mix of self-reprobation and anger at the situation... a confused mess of focus on the situation and myself.
Ashes is yet more angst, although more eloquent in a way. It's a favorite of mine, and makes me glad I decided on this set of poems to revise. The summary is actually something I debated adding onto the end of the actual poem. This is a poem about loss; the loss of a relationship. The shadow is what is truly real, but the mask has taken over the body, leaving what's real to the background. It's about playing to the world's expectations despite the truth, letting the world think it's insanity rather than break the fragile hold the world has on what it's deemed to be "true."
Breathe is again more angst than romance. It's how I feel sometimes when I breathe... It's also a distrust of declarations, promises, and the like; those seem to be a desperate attempt to gain trust and belief... so sometimes, whispers are preferred. The feeling and imagery is a bit different in this one.
Change Her is one I wasn't really sure about posting; it's far too straightforward... In a way, it was a response to the force of pressures, and a desperate need to just be honest for a little while. The last two lines are probably the most important part.
Profound is another I wasn't quite sure about posting; it seemed too raw, too unfocused and unfinished... unrefined. The imagery is harsher, and the angst is paralleled with a sense of quiet desperation. Again, it's a mix of focus; I'm warning others off, but at the same time, warning myself against the darkness that's so terribly seductive. In a way, it's a 'cruel to be kind' poem... focus on the horrors because of a fondness to the one being addressed. Again, "love" might not be the best category for this one.
The Folly of Altruistic Love focuses on my issue with altruism. After the first three stanzas, a shift in time occurs. Basically, the summary says it best. The poem itself is a little weak, and could do with more added to it.
Failure is one I'm kinda fond of. There are places in it that could use some clearing up, however, and the use of pronouns could be revised. I like the message though, and will probably attempt to go back to fix it up eventually.
Sleeping Beauty is yet another I wasn't entirely sure of posting. It feels like it's lacking spirit. It practically screams 'incomplete,' but I wasn't quite sure how to finish it when I went back to it. The genres are consequently a bit iffy... The ending is probably the best part of it... It's unbelievably weak, and is definitely one I need to go back to.
Sorry, Prince Charming is actually a recent piece that I decided to post although I have a ton of other recent ones that I haven't posted. Yes, I realize Valentine's Day is rather soon, but I didn't really intend for this poem to be bashing that holiday. It's not even really a criticism of love; it's more a criticism of what seems to be necessary now in the idea of a typical relationship- the beds of roses, the chocolates, the serenades, the diamonds... All the material stuff that makes it seemingly easy to proclaim your love for someone, but really, what does any of it prove? The imagery is a reflection of the disgust the sole dependence on materialism invokes. It's about a want of something more than that - something real. There's nothing wrong with the material stuff, but it alone doesn't prove a thing.
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Note: these are not in any particular order, and I'm sure there's more I should add, but I can't remember as of right now. Sorry... -_-"
As of right now, there could still be some stories on my favs that I have yet to review, but I'm not sure. Once again, I apologize deeply for that.