After a long hiatus (three years to be exact), Im finally back. Finally back where I belong. I have a lot of ideas.
Ideas that have been formed and been stocked at the back of my head ever since Ive stopped writing. You cant cut off the passion. Its always there, accompanying you in your darkest times even when you never noticed it; even when you ignored it. Inspiration may not always strike but you long for it albeit secretly; albeit deceitfully. And Ive irrevocably found my muse. She was bathed in light like the angel she was, her wings spread so wide it felt like they would engulf me. Engulfing would be nice. Its so different from suffocation. I welcome the light at the same time that I welcome the darkness. When I grow older much older than sixteen I would write the truth and only the truth but I wouldnt forget how much fiction changed my life. I would continue writing what I want with this beauty inside me. With this rose inside me. I wouldnt let it wither away to nothing. Id care for it until it reaches its full potential, its full height, its full bloom. Fingering the petals affectionately and never plucking them. Appreciating the beauty from a distance because I could never have the courage to steal it away from its home. No matter what they say, I wont be swayed. I finally know where I need to be, where I ought to be, what I ought to be doing; because I was destined to form words and piece them together. To create a story of my own which others can empathize with. Because we are one. We are united. We are writers. I am an authoress and someday I would publish a book. It might not be a bestseller but Id write it for it would feel as if it needed to be written by somebody and I would be honoured to write the damn thing. And if you start to doubt? Baby dont.
FICTIONPRESS
PROSE
o o o o o Biography Fantasy Horror Kids Romance
POETRY
o Family >> A mothers love (orphan) o o o o Fantasy Friendship Haiku (575) Love >> Personas love cheats. >> Another girl was treated that way. She wasnt exactly special.
>> Genie >> Absolute (hed kill, hed die to save her) >> Blossoms of love (cupids arrow) >> Too soon over >> Too late o o o Nature Politics Life >> The Last Dance (ballerina) >> Car crash >> Worth the wait >> Suicide >> Crushed dreams o War >> Traitor >> Music box **It would come slowly. It would come at its best form: ripe and raw.
FANFICTION
The Mediator o o The Wings of Remembrance I see Winged People
The Host o o o o o o o o Lead The Way Grant My Wish Carnival Halloween New Year, AU The wizard of Oz Agents Twin
Vampire Knight o o o Star in Hiding Thieves in the Dark Agents
Hunger Games o Gravity songfic (Finnick and Annie)
Guardians of Time o o o o Mariposa Illusions New Year, AU Full Moon
Spirited Away o Promise?
Ruby Oliver o o o o Noels POV Halloween Valentines Easter
W.I.T.C.H. o o o o Truth or dare Exchanging of powers Halloween Christmas Will/Matt >> lemon >> normalcy >> wills bday >> genie in a bottle >> ghosts >> collection of oneshots >> easter iCarly o o sam gets an angel Halloween
Across the Universe o back on earth, AU
MY FICTION
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Genie (Moonshine wishes, Collapsing star, Whisked Away) Twin Mariposa Service/Help Guardians
6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16.
Traitor (Double Agent) Circus Demented (Thriller) Angels Pirate turned Princess Monotonous Amnesia Arranged Marriage Sisters Summer camp Sick girl, healthy guy
Someone once said that she hated books because all of it the characters, the scenes, the feelings dont exist. Id have to disagree. I dont know. I felt shocked to the core when a blow, a painful one, struck my chest. She was right. They dont exist. I felt so sad and lonely and I started questioning myself and my passion for writing. I started asking questions like: Who am I? I was having trouble breathing and I didnt understand. Then I understood. She was not one of us. She didnt know what it felt like to struggle with the words you were writing, how to make them sound good not just for the readers, but for yourself as well. And most importantly you write because you like what youre doing. Nobody forced me into writing. It was it is a calling for me. The words just seem so beautiful. Everything written down just seemed to fit in. I never actually fitted in. I was always the odd one out and I took pride in being odd. Being weird is the best. But being in fanfiction.net makes me feel as if I actually belonged somewhere. It feels nice to see somebodys thoughts written down and I get to think, Hey! Im experiencing the same thing! I never felt alone anymore. I was in the right path. And even though my path was off the beaten track I strongly believe that it is the road for me. More adventure for us right? Id like to travel the world. I dont know why. My soul longs to see places Ive only ever seen in the television. I want to witness an aurora borealis before I die. It has always been so magical and even if I freeze my butt off going to Antarctica just to see those blasted colours in the sky, I would. Thy beckon to me and I swear I swear one day I would gaze at them, not saying a word but probably shedding a tear or two. Nature really affects me. It stirs something in me that makes me feel that it all started in nature. I want to publish a novel one day. I dont care if Im old and greying at the temples, Id publish a book someday. If you doubt whether you would make a living writing books, does it even matter? I guess but writing gives me a sense of fulfilment, something that no money can make me feel. Im still figuring out what life really is but Im not too worried anymore like I was when I was younger. Im sixteen. Too young perhaps to say these things? But its what I feel and I feel a lot older. I dont really care about petty things. I hate people who can only talk about so few things. I like deep stuff and I miss my best friend for that. She is my partner-in-crime, the other pea in my pod, the bow to my arrow. Shes in a different university now but when I talk to her, when I see her, it feels as if time didnt affect us. Were still the same to each other and we feel good about that. Four years isnt exactly a long time but its long enough for me to realize that even though new friends would come, she would remain as long I live. Have you ever had friends like that? Its the best feeling ever.
