Author has written 3 stories for Romance, and War.
I absolutely love to write, and I try to get updates out as fast as possible, but life has a way of killing my writing time. You would not believe the number of stories I have drafted, but half the time I end up being bored/annoyed with whatever I've written, so they don't get posted. Anyways... here's some facts about me:
I'm a chick. I'm an underclassman in high school. I've got a fairly generic American accent but I'm sometimes accused of sounding Canadian or Southern. I have an unhealthy addiction to Hetalia and chocolate. My favorite books are... well, I don't know; I'll get back to you on that. My favorite class is history of most anywhere, but especially American and Russian. I rarely cry, but tragic love stories are a sure-fire way for that to happen. I LOVE sunflowers!!!
Let's give a round of applause to Sunflower, my main beta (and best friend), who fixes my massive amount of mistakes and manages to deal with my antics on a daily basis. *clap, clap*
I'm not exactly the most social person in the world even though my friends/classmates will tell you otherwise. But if you do want to comment on my stories, make requests, or even just chat, please send me a PM. I don't enjoy feeling like an anti-social crazy teenager with just her technology for company XD
I have a FanFiction account too: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4230665/
Warning: You'll see a mix of yaoi, yuri, and het on any account of mine.
As a wild flower hangs its head and wilts
Beneath the reaper's killing scythe,
I awaited my untimely end
And thought: the fateful hour's nigh.
With eyes already veiled by Erebus'
My heart slowed down its beat:
I was collapsing, disappearing, and it seemed
The sun of youth had set.
Then you arrived, O my heart's joy,
And with the breath of your red lips,
The flaming tears of your bright eyes
The union of out kisses,
The strength of loving words and passionate sighs
You called me back from gloomy realms,
From Orcus's fields and Lethe's shores
Sweet pleasures to enjoy again.
You gave me life once more, it is your healing gift,
I'll breathe you in until my grave.
My mortal hour will ev'n be sweet:
For now I die of love.
Recovery: Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov