Author has written 3 stories for General, and General.
Buenos dias, Shalom, Bonjour, こんにちは, etc. As you all can guess, this is my bio. I'm horrible at them. If you would please, just skip this terrible excuse of a profile and head to the writing. Or, if you insist on torturing me, read on and offer up your soul to the profile demons.
Well, (I think) I'm human. Though some of my friends would have some speculation on that. I have a myriad of nicknames, a dozen or more at the very least. My friends and I (mostly Solemn Coyote) have created multiple plans for taking over the world, complete with armies of fuzzy creatures, and have discussed the tactical advantages of Australia and New Zealand. Yes, face it, we're weird. Humanity has a habit of turning out quirky people and we got the best of them.
I am a teenager (as my parents keep reminding me), and relatively female, though not feminine. I psychologically beat college boys for fun (Batman just blushes so easily). I enjoy reading fanfiction, though never write any of my own. I dabble in photography and drawing, and am the set artist for our school drama club. I sing, am in a floundering Celtic band (anybody got a spare boudhran? or better yet, a drummer?), and fence. Trust me, hitting people with sticks is therapeutic, especially in high school.
Aaaand lastly. This page is a place for me to finally post poetry and stuff that has been collecting on spare scraps of paper for the past few years. I would love feedback so as to better my writing, however remember. These are my babies and I am baring my soul to you. Constructive criticism is welcome, temper tantrums are not.
One for Sorrow,
Two for Joy,
Three for a Girl,
Four for a Boy,
Five for Silver,
Six for Gold,
Seven for a Secret,
Never been told.
Gathering Crows, an old English poem