"Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say 'Storms suck!'" -Johnny Carson, as stated in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Pastiche as opposed to cliche?

Here's a bit about me: I'm 8 feet tall, love to repeatedly jump off high-off-the-ground places (such as the Empire State Building, Victoria Falls, and the Grand Canyon, etc.), and can read people's minds. Just your average, typical 586 year old

I am an avid believer in online stalkers and refuse to give out any more public information about myself. As you can tell from what I've said so far, I'm psychotic, and that's just about all you're going to wring out of me. So HA!

I've started a story, and posted the first chapter. If you want to read, go ahead - but be forewarned: I EXPECT REVIEWS! It's the first time I've attempted to write realistic fiction (that may or may not change in the future of the story), so I want to see whether I'm doing alright, or if my attempt is so horribly pathetic that I should just give up now and go seek employment in the local McDonald's. It's your call, really.

Something To Hide: Sorry to anyone who might have read this and actually liked it, but I decided that it just wasn't going right, and that I needed a bit of a fresh start on this whole story-writing business. So this one is kind of being put on a ... permanent hold, at least until I figure out how to write something more _ (fill in the blank). Don't expect to see it anytime soon... not in this decade at least.

The Sun is Not Yellow: Okay so this was a brain-spark kind of momentous story-writing splurge of words. I can kind of see where I'm going with this but the future is very hazy my friend. Very very mysterious and dead-end like.

The Flip Side:I actually have another chapter of this one ready to go, almost... just a few more words of wisdom for my dear Siri, and she's out for the launch! I think this one is currently the story with the most potential, other than Something To Hide, but that one's a big maybe. I can only hope that none of my wonderful characters get caught in quagmire or fall into some horrendous pit of mud on their travels across my brain.

So, without further ado,

Until I post again,

Krya G.