![]() Author has written 3 stories for Elder Scroll series. I suppose some sort of bio should go here. At least, that's what I'll assume all this white space is for. Bio: I'm a Illustration and Concepting major at Auburn, and currently working on my BA. I have always written small one-shots that appear in my head, especially when it comes to the Elder Scrolls. It is only a coincidence that it happens to be when my days at the office are slow. I am a loyal fan of Clavicus Vile, and I think the day is coming soon that he's going to stop letting me put debt on my tab. I frequently explore what frightens me most, and I often put my original characters through this with whatever Daedric Prince happens to come to mind. You will find a lot of my stories in either the Morrowind section or Oblivion. I will also continue wishing that the Shivering Isles expansion pack had used Clavicus Vile's realm instead. At the very least, if I can't play it, I will write it. Random Factoid: You can also find me on Deviant Art under the alias Agua-de-Diablo. I sometimes will do a concept of one of my characters and upload them there. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX When you were 8 years old, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old, he drove you all day, from soccer to football, to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. When you were 13 years old, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. When you were 14 years old, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15 years old, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16 years old, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17 years old, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. When you were 18 years old, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19 years old, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, and carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 25 years old, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. When you were 50 years old, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your heart. If you love your dad, post this on your profile. |
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