A 30-something freak whose life is dedicated to their writing.
A story writer and senior high school student who lives in the Fillyppines. His favorite word is "imagination".
some days are just not worth wriggling out of a straight jacket.
The Crucible is not liable for any injuries sustained herein, and neither am I.
Born and raised in Arizona I am used to the heat, so bring it on flamers!!!
In darkness we swim, hunting for survival. Mankind is that hunter, ruthless in it's pursuits of perfection. The ultimate weapon of destruction is what humans are, forever.
All that I wanted, were things I had before. All that I needed, I never needed more. All of my questions, are answers to my sins. All of my endings, are waiting to begin.
A friendly hybrid from the naga folk. Dabbler digital artist and writter. A long, sturdy creature fond of food and industry. Beware of his hugs!
Hey guys! It's yo girl, Skittle Queen here bringing you another back from my way to long hiatus. Now lets see what I can do...
I'm pretty uninteresting. I also can't write or draw, but I do both anyway.
As a wise man once said, "Let's kill da ho. Beetch!!!"
A scientist who occasionally writes fiction. Does anyone ever read these things?
There really is not much to say, except I am here for the same reason I write on Fanfiction. I want to entertain you with my writing, not just detail it but make you feel that you are in the story.
Not much to say about me. Got a few stories on fanfiction and thats about it. First story was recieved well and I've only gotten better as I've made more.
Not much interesting about me. Just trying to make a good story that people will enjoy!
80% Sarcasm, 10% Sex Jokes and 10% Unknown Materials...
We live, we love, we die. Hopefully in that time I can leave something of value, so tonight I type away at my keyboard to clear my head of these stories. I hope you enjoy.
Give me an eternity, I'll give you an update!
Although it left it, it knew that it was right, it made it down, because it didn't know what's up.
Nothing says I miss you quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife.
Sometimes I wonder why I write. Then I look back at my stories and remember: I have a story to tell. And a LOT of mistakes to correct.