About the Author:
Hello, my name is EternalFlare (not really) and I'm a writer from the U.S. Where in particular I won't say, because I'm embarassed by it (I don't know of one writer from here). I've written ever since I was in fifth/sixth grade, with a terrible story about some kid with a gun that shot cheese, and -- um, nevermind.
I love writing, and I want to make a career out of it some day. I only read speculative fiction (fantasy, sci-fi, and horror) and only write the stuff too. On occasion I write a romance to relax my mind, but it is never saved, nor seen by anyone other than I. Although I love to read other works and review, I don't have any friends (save two now) that write. I'm currently in school, and let's just say I got into Advanced English. So, yeah, I love the magic of literature.
I love music, as my FanFic account will tell you. My musical tastes are not just rock, though: I like rhythm & blues, jazz, soul, and even some classical if caught on a good day. I despise country music, though, for reasons I'm not sure of. I once turned on polka to drown out some country on the school bus: the polka was a ringtone. My current favourite bands are: Rush, Led Zeppelin, The Police, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, AC/DC, Everclear, STP (Stone Temple Pilots), Genesis, The Rolling Stones; I'm sure there are many more I don't know about, but will discover some day. And that's just icing on the musical cake. Oh, and let's not forget Black Sabbath.
Video games are my expertise (aside from writing). Rpg's, first-person shooters, and survival horror games are my favourites. I, if writing didn't entrance me, would have totally become a video game designer. That, or a musician (I wish to play bass guitar). I used to just make piles of video game concepts, especially for a Chrono Trigger-esque game called Wings (divided into three parts: Wings of Time, Sea of Life, and Door to Tomorrow; Wings for short). I'm considering transferring that to novel form, but it worked better as a game.
About the Writing(s):
I used to only have one story on here: Wall of the Dragon; but it quickly collapsed due to lack of interest and writer's block. I then wrote the story 'Fly By Night', which I'm not a fan of but wanted something on my profile's bibliography. I've recently started writing a science-fiction novel, The Celestial Outbreak Part 1: Infection. Science-fiction never interested me greatly until I read Ender's Game, and then I began to hunt viciously for a better story. I found The Andromeda Strain in my library, and it pushed me to try my hand at sci-fi. So I began to think about: 'What would happen if a virus, the smallest danger imaginable, threatened the whole of space?' And thus was birthed The Celestial Outbreak. It is three Parts long, divided into three subdivisions per Part.
If any of you have seen my FanFic account, you'd know about The Flaming Hall. Well, I've posted it on here. The act surprised me, but I feel proud of it, and couldn't keep it locked up anymore. I kept rewriting it crappily because I got no feedback, but no more! I've posted it on here to get some FEEDBACK, and that's what I intend to do. Plus, I wanted to share it with anyone willing to read it. If you do like it, it's a tetralogy. Meaning there are four of them, three more after The Flaming Hall. Please review it, because it really helps write it if I have feedback.
I have an account on FanFic.net: you want more, go there. It claims the first story is Damage', but the above information is the real deal (though 'Damage' was second).
'The world's a roller coaster/And I am not strapped in/Maybe I should hold with care/But my hands are busy in the air. -- Wish You Were Here, Incubus.
'If I turn into another/Dig me up from under what is covering/The better part of me/Sing this song/Remind me that we'll always have each other/When everything else is gone. -- Dig, Incubus
'Sing a song and pick a yellow nectarine/Take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave/If you should die before me, ask if you can bring a friend/Pick a flower, hold your breath and drift away.' -- Still Remains, Stone Temple Pilots.
'"White!" he sneered. "It serves as a beginning. White cloth may be died. The white page can be overwritten; and the white light may be broken."
'"In which case it is no longer white," said I. "And he who breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom."' --Gandalf, The Fellowship of the Ring
'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well.' --Samwise Gamgee, The Return of the King
No, on second thought let's not go to Camelot: it is a silly place.' -- King Arthur, Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
'Look you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left!'
'Yes I have.'
' . . . it's just a flesh wound.' -- King Arthur, The Black Knight, Monty Python and the Holy Grail
'Listen, strange women, lying in ponds, distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power is derived from a mandate from the masses, not some farcical aquatic ceremony.'
'You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cuz some watery tart threw a sword at you!'
'BE QUIET!' -- Dennis, King Arthur, Monty Python and the Holy Grail