Hiya!!!!!! I am a girl of many names,lol.I like read,write,daydream,and listen to music.I don't really have a favorite type of music.I listen to almost everything.My favorite colors are dark red,black,silver,dark blue,dark green,and white.I am a little silly,but I know when to be serious.I have a huge obsession with vampires and things that have to do with the paranormal and have yet to be explained.Like magic and stuff.I find it so facinating!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For those of you waiting on the next update of Painful Kisses (or Choices),I am going to take it down for now.My muse for it is gone at the moment and I think it is wrong of me to leave it here knowing that it may not be continued for a very long time.In the meantime I will be working on something else.
For those of you waiting on the next update of Painful Kisses (or Choices),I am going to take it down for now.My muse for it is gone at the moment and I think it is wrong of me to leave it here knowing that it may not be continued for a very long time.In the meantime I will be working on something else.
- Last seen 2 days ago. Member since November 13, 2006.
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, and quote is "Going skinny-dipping!!!! in boxers....jk. lol". - I am a 16 year old girl from Georgia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm student\author/daydreamer.
- I have 106 comments, 1 poem, 17 stories
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She looked at him in wonder. It was him.She repeated it in head her head like a mantra.She took at step toward him and hestitated.1 / He doesn't know me.I am a stranger to him.And even if I do de300 words, 2 comments, January 10, 2008
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100 words, 3 comments, January 7, 2008. In Adult, Erotica, Inspirational, Love, Personal, Romance, Short story, Young adult
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400 words, 3 comments, January 7, 2008. In Fantasy, Fiction, Love, Romance, Short story, Unfinished, Young adult
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She walks down the street with her head held high, watching for any sudden movements. Her leather trench coat swoops behind her as she takes long strides. The street appears to be empty but she knows better. It is a warm nigh
My Stories
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Tristan kept staring at the girl as she followed an angry Alya. He wondered about thier convesation as he continued gazing at her retreating figure. How it went from almost friendly to hostile in less than two mintues.1400 words, May 13
My Poetry
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- Scars at sharepoetry
I don't know you. / / And I don't know you. / / So why do you hurt me? / / Every time you hit me, I briuse. / / Every time you yell at me,I cry. / / Every time you touch me I burn. / / Every hand you raise to me causes me to - Courage at allpoetry
Courage is a fight
Courage shows your morals
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Blackwings on April 28, 2007Jetta you're soooo nice
Also is a very good writer 
Why not be friends with her?
