Author has written 23 stories for Romance, General, Fantasy, Young Adult, General, Love, Family, and Life.
6/19/12 CURRENT PROJECT: Poetry, and a number of novels. Trying to experiment with actually plotting them out as I write...
i suppose i should warn you that my stories are all completely incomplete, and i write a new one every few weeks. i don't post anything up here anymore because i realized that i have much too many ideas in my head to count, let alone organize into a successful plot that could even be called a story. so before i post another story up (more like an idea) it needs to be finished, or at least close to being finished, so that i don't disappoint anyone with the abandonment of another interesting idea. don't count on seeing any of my work anytime soon. it'll take a while, but one day i'll finish one of them. hopefully before i'm 30...which gives me 13 years(: yeah i'm hinting my age. Do the math fools(:
i guess the reason for my trouble with finishing a story is because i only write to get scenes down. i see it all in my head, the whole emotionally exhausting conflict, the great characters that seem to speak for themselves and stand over your shoulder, the tragically beautiful ending--it's all there in my head. i just can't seem to write it all down without rushing, or veering off in a completely stupid direction. the most chapters i've ever written is 11. sad right? i feel like once i finish a story, i will improve tremendously as an author. hopefully. well wish me luck, whoever cared enough to read this :)
vv UM READERS BE WARNED vv
That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence
I want you to go in that bag, and find my wallet.
Whose motorcycle is this?
Is this all there is for me? An anonymous virgin bleeding to death on the floor. This can't be it. Can it? (lol...makes me laugh every single time)
"There is an art, or rather a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." --Douglas Admas
Happiness is best when shared.
"To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." --David Viscott
And you learn
Hating people is like burning down your house to kill a rat.
"When I was alive, I believed--as you do--that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said 'one o'clock' as though I could see it, and 'Monday' as though I could find it on the map; and I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year, as though I were actually moving from one place to another. Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked up with seconds and minutes, weekends and New Year's Days, and I never went outside until I died, because there was no other door. Now I know that I could have walked through the walls." --The Last Unicorn
"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt." --Kurt Vonnegut (his description of Heaven)
One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" was his response. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter." --Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
"We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for awhile. Maybe even forever.
That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now."
"I love you," Buttercup said. "I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? Had I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn't matter." Buttercup still could not look at him. The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage. "I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now than when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so that it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do. I know I cannot compete with the Countess in skills or wisdom or appeal, and I saw the way she looked at you. And I saw the way you looked at her. But remember, please, that she is old and has other interests, while I am seventeen and for me there is only you. Dearest Westly- I've never called you that before, have I?- Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley, -darling Westley, adored Westley, sweet perfect Westley, whisper that I have a chance to win your love." And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes.
He closed the door in her face.
Without a word.
Without a word.
"We apologise for the inconvenience." God's Final Message to His Creation, written in letters of fire on the side of the Quentulus Quazgar Mountains.
"I think," Marvin murmured at last, from deep within his corroding rattling thorax, "I feel good about it."
The lights went out in his eyes for absolutely the very last time ever.
“If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d’ve done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.”
"Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves." --Bill Hicks