I never know what to say on these things. I am me. A woman in her twenties who loves to sing, write, read, draw, netflix and chill. I'm a huge fan of goth/alt/rave/ subcultures, the fashion and music that goes with them and any and all fantasy/scifi/supernatural/mystery genres. I'm here because I have a vivid imagination and there are stories in my head that i want to get out and share with the world.
To the intrepid reader; I hope you enjoy my work and that it brings you into the worlds created in my mind. Please comment, vote and share. I welcome PM's as well. Thank you for reading and please come back anytime, grab a hot cup of coffee or tea, snuggle up with your favorite blanket and let me tell you a story or two.
Interests My interests are broad and varied. I love to game, mostly PC and Console. I love writing of course, reading, a wide range of music, and also a wide range of movies and TV shows.
Favorite Books There are too many to name them all, but to give you an idea. The Abhorsen Trilogy Crown Duel Lord of the Rings(All) The Dark Prince Bone crossed
Favorite Authors Sarah Douglass, Patricia Briggs, J.R.R Tolkien, and way too many more to name here.
Favorite Movies Harry Potter(all) Lord of the Rings(all including the hobbit.) Many others...
Favorite TV Shows Supernatural, Arrow, The Flash, Ghost Whisperer, Medium, Glee, Big Bang Theory, Gotham, Orphan Black, Firefly, Merlin, Camelot, and many more.
"No, he's an Alpha, not a president. Besides, I have a feeling he'd happily make time for you."
Two days had gone by. In a matter of hours, the third day would be gone. She blinked in surprise as she double checked her cell phone. She wasn't even aware that much time had gone by. She'd spent the entire time curled up in a ball of tears and self-pity. She felt gross like she definitely needed a shower, but she also felt clarity. Klaus and Damon would be coming for an answer soon. She looked down at her worn and wrin...
She was making her way back home from Amara's cottage, having been assured she was safe to go to her cabin now. Her mind was oddly calm given everything she just learned. She lived in the wilderness with werewolves. First thing was to find out what happened to her father. The next thing was to get the hell out of dodge and go back to America, get a job, and move on with her life. There was too much going on here that she...
I shall tell you the story of the origin of the werewolves. The Lupus Antiqua.
It was night out, and hard to see where they were going. All she knew for sure was that she was driven on and on through the forest by the barrel of her father's rifle and the fanatical gleam in his eye. As best she could tell, he was about halfway to the secret market. All those poor people! She couldn't just lead him there could she? She thought of the nice old lady who'd given her that necklace and called her a moon c...
