Author has written 2 stories for Romance, and Young Adult.
Hello. Hey. Hi. Howdy. Bonjour. Hola. Konichiwa.
Uhh? Where do I start? I'm Maggie and I like to write. Wow. That's so... plain (and kind of obvious seeing as I'm on FP in the first place). I'm ashamed of myself.
I guess that's befitting. I am pretty boring, at least I think I am. Oh well, I have quite a few hobbies/interests that include but aren't limited to:
music, poking noses, drawing, painting with watercolor/ coloring with color pencils, being a grammar/ spelling nazi when it counts (not to be mistaken with the other kind of nazi 'cause they're bad), music.music.music, movies, food, the color purple, books, sleeping, hating the school I go to (seriously if it weren't from my friends there I'd ask to transfer 'cause its sooo stupid), pretty colors, art/office supplies, anything random, sparkly stuff, my friends, your mom (lol j/k I couldn't help it), procrastinating/ being lazy, reading, sewing, opinions, talking on the phone, texting, im-ing
I'm very serious about my writing though I don't pay nearly enough attention to it as I should. When it comes to updates I'm sort of sporadic. With me you can get an update once a week (not very likely) or whenever I remember that I actually have stories posted on FictionPress (much more likely) which isn't very often. I am human and as a human human things (school, family, friends, sleep) often get in the way of my writing. I'm not perfect but the least I can do is try right?
My religious preference is: WHEE JESUS! :)
Ok now for my own stories. Surprisingly for as much as I've said about everything else I don't have much to say about this other than: "Read them," is a bit of a summary and that I hope you like what you read.
"It's funny how even if you try to suppress a memory it will come back in your dreams to bite you in the ass. It was one of the last memories I would have of them. I couldn't believe that it had already been three years. Today was the exact date."
This is a repost of an extremely old story.
Saffron pretty much had everything going for her until Mason died. Now, three years later, plagued by sleepless nights and a depressing outlook on life, she's moved to Crescent James only to be reunited with another prominent person in the life she once had.
TOOTHPASTE KISSES (working title)
You never know what to expect from blue haired bartenders and cheerful dispositions. The same goes for amazing eyes and comfy jackets. She needed to be saved and he was there without even meaning to be. They were perfect for each other, they just didn't know it yet.
Relationships, no matter your take on them, are always fascinating. Whether it's platonic, filial, or romantic, they usually have one thing in common: They're...complicated and involve some sort of feeling. The heart works hard and in many ways to keep relationships going, but at the end of the day you have to ask yourself: "Is love really worth all that effort?"
A story of vignettes about different relationships told in the male perspective.
Matty (Songfic for "Stay" by Small Sins): Matty has always been the one Marissa went to, a rebound of sorts. He's always been there with open arms to patch up the wounds and send her on her way. It may seem like he doesn't mind, but in actuality he does.
Caleb: to be written...
Ummm... I think that's it for now. If you got this far, thanks for reading :)