Author has written 1 story for Fantasy.
Name: It starts with a letter.
Age: I'm older than I was at birth.
Likes: Cats. Guinea pigs. Birds. Sashimi. Spicy Food. The Temeraire Series. The Bartimeaus Trilogy. Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Writing. Playing Video Games. Final Fantasy X, X-2, XII, and Crystal Chronicles. Baulder's Gate. Tales of Symphonia and Tales of Legendia. Dance Dance Revolution. Kingdom Hearts. A lot of Manga/Manhwa series (WITCH HUNTER ASDHFASDUYFHA. Don't get me started on how much I love that series unless you want a huge fangirl rant). Drawing. Dragons. Playing the piano. Sleeping. Nighttime. Rent(the movie version. Haven't really seen anything else of it).
Dislikes: Twilight. Beans. Peas. Edward Cullen. Green, red, yellow, orange, and whatever other color pepper you can think of. Rap. Scream-o. Sleep Deprivation. The Inheritence Trilogy--though I read it just to see what happens, out of obligation to the year that I liked Paolini's writing. Homework. Being sick. Gym class. Bikes. Dawn.
My view of my Personality: Hyper. Talkative--also synonymous with "Doesn't know when to Shut Up." A little eccentric. Addicted to chocolate.
In the Night
When Posted: Thursday, May 14, 2009
Summery: A high-bred lady looks out her window into the dark streets of old Paris, and spies the most beautiful man she has had the fortune to see--or is it misfortune? (Oneshot)
Comments: None, really. I wrote it as an exercise, in a way. And to vent. But mostly as an exercise. It's an attempt to expand my interests beyond "such and such has The Ultimate Powers Of Doom And Must Do Something With Them" and "this group of people have the (mis)fortune to be chosen for Something and need to Save The World From The Evil Bad Guy(tm)." Several of my friends have been trying to get me into vampires for years, and I guess I finally yielded the tiniest inch. Nontheless, I liked writing it. A lot.
Blood Never Lies (Title Subject to Change)
When Posted: n/a
Comments: A muti-chapter fic that I've been investing a lot of time into. I'm about halfway done planning enough plot and characters to start writing something more concrete than a few ventures into the world and shtuff like that. It will hopefully be posted sometime during the first week of February, after the hell-known-as-midterms is over. Update (Nov.21.2010): Err I guess that didn't happen, haha. Currently working on this for my NaNo... It may or may not be posted on here when it's done. Ugh. I'm still in love with this plot, but that just makes me more terrified to let it out of my close circle of friends.
Knowledge is a triple-edged sword. Your side, thier side, and the truth. (Kosh, Babylon 5)
"German is better than spanish!"
"...What?" (A friend and I)
"Well, one time--" (Muttered loudly) "During band camp..." (A classmate and my AP government teacher)
And before we leave...
"Do you know how long a year takes when it's going away?" Dunbar repeated to Clevinger. "This long." He snapped his fingers. "A second ago you were stepping into collage with your lungs full of fresh air. Today you're an old man."
"Old?" asked Clevinger with surprise. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm not old."
"You're inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell are you going to slow time down?" Dunbar was almost angry when he finished.
"Well, maybe it is true," Clevinger conceeded unwillingly in a subdued tone. "Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that even, who wants one?"
"I do," Dunbar told him.
"Why?" Clevinger asked.
"What else is there?"
(Catch 22, by Joseph Heller)