Author has written 3 stories for Romance, Supernatural, and Young Adult.
Current Status: Hi there :) I will be MIA for quite some time until I can collect and prepare my drabbles and short stories for the site.
Welcome to my account on FictionPress. I have an account on FanFiction.Net, too. Go look if you want.
I was actually looking for this website for so long, I can't believe I have found it and made an account already.
I'm always beaming new ideas, all the time, any place, anywhere, and I just need a place to express them. I will write supernatural stories, depressing stories, and maybe even some bad dreams that I may have in the near future. Maybe even the good ones. Some of them will be good moments of my life, my goals, and all other things. Kind of like a personal blog for everyone else to see.
Here is a little about me.
Name: Jillian. (Jiggs, Jill, doesn't matter.)
Age: I am fourteen years old.
Appearance: I'm 5'4", brunette hair, tan skin, and dark brown eyes. Normally wears jean jackets and heavy Rez sweaters.
Race: Namekian. (Jk, Native American)
Likes: Horses, animals, winter, Iced Tea, Barrel Racing, photography, captioning in Reddit, poutine from Canada, snowboarding, and most of all, writing. Fancy Shawl Dancing at the Powwow, Mohawk singing, singing, and sarcasm. And travelling, somewhat.
Dislikes: Crowds, people, annoying people... annoying crowds of people. Talking, bullying, people who complain about themselves, bossy people, natural disasters.
A Little Bit About Me: I am, what my mother considers me, a Crystal Child. If you don't know what that is, search it up. I don't feel like explaining it. Other then that, I am considered a kid with Aspergers Syndrome, even though I choose to socialize by my own will and I am perfectly fine doing so, no complications whatsoever. I just happened to have experienced all sides of life faster then I should have, and I am still a kid in the process, and I am grateful for that. I was raised in an all Mohawk language school during kindergarten and know a lot of Mohawk, but I choose not to speak of it much.
The weird stuff about me started when I left the Freedom School. I talk to horses. Literally. And they would normally respond. I used to see spirits. And I help them. I see dreams of how people died and about their past growing up. I still do. Most people, except for my mother, are skeptics about it, so I just stay silent. I have anxiety all the time and see flashing pictures of different things. I usually think it's just my imagination, but when I start letting it happen, I feel so vulnerable and somewhat scared. Kind of like wearing no bra to bed after wearing it for so long. Okay. I'll stop now.
On a side note: I like to write supernatural, tragedy, and possible crime and fantasy stories. I'm familiar with the genre because I mostly revolve around that kind of surrealism. I love it to no end and it's something I would continue to write despite some things in life that I learn and whatnot. I learn new things and I become more mature over the ages, but still. I feel the unshakable need to write plots and stories that come to mind. I would love to write stories that involve me in it, like self-inserts, but I'm coming to a point where I would put a certain character in a certain situation that makes them go absolutely insane! I love it!
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