When reading stories, I like my endings like I like my chocolate: Bittersweet.

English and writing are my weak points in life, which naturally means that they are what I've always wanted to excel at.

Whacktastic.

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Stories:

They Tend To Forget This is my first story. There are things wrong with it, I know. And when I'm done maybe I'll put out a revised version of it. Constructive criticism is welcome, but anger and childish remarks are not taken seriously in any case. Thanks guys.

Next Update: (On Hold.)

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Start Back At Start: It's always been just Kelsey and her mother. For better or for worse, Kelsey was convinced that she didn't need a father in her life, having one would only bring problems. But one night her mother comes home drunk, and engaged. The fiance? A fat, RICH loser with no kids. Kelsey's life plumets into depression when her parents go on their honeymoon, leaving her alone in the enormous estate, (along with maids, cooks, and butler Albert). The only kid her own age? The boy working in the house that refuses to tell her his name, won't get close to her, and argues with her about breakfast.

Next Update: More Reviews?

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Future Projects:

I've got one I'm working on. Not yet ready for the public, but it will be similar writting style to SBAS.