"You can make anything by writing."
— C. S. Lewis

Just to forewarn you, I often go back to my stories and edit them; to make them the best I can, I check for grammatical errors and sentences/paragraphs that do not seem to flow correctly. *See RE-UPDATED STORIES.*

:)AbOuT mE(:

I'm a sophomore in college, and I live in the South (if you could only hear me talk...). I love reading (books, manga, fanfiction) but sometimes find myself in sort of a funk where I don't want to do any reading whatsoever, and I like to write my own stories, though I never can find the will and patience to finish one; I have currently around 23 story ideas. I am a Born Again Christian and proud of it; I am worth dying for, and so are you. I love blue, laughing (hands down the best medicine), and rearranging my bookshelves (seriously). As of right now, I haven't settled on a major, but I am considering being a graphic designer and maybe minoring in creative writing, because my ultimate dream is to one day become an author. Dream big, people!

My first fandom to work with was FullMetal Alchemist, but I've branched out into new worlds. As of late, my focus has switched from anime (FMA, Soul Eater) to the worlds of The Chronicles of Narnia, Rise of the Guardians, and The Boondock Saints, but I also have done some work with Peter Pan and, most recently, M*A*S*H. I've begun dabbling with The Walking Dead a little, but I have no idea if/when I'll have anything worthy of posting, and I'm hoping to branch into the world of Free! Iwatobi Swim Club (I have an entire saga planned out, I just have yet to find the creativity I need to write anything besides lines and conversations), and possibly Attack o Titan.

REVIEW STATEMENT - I appreciate every review I receive, even the ones that critique my work, because that's just part of being an author and often enough, I feel like these words help me (though please do not be too cruel or harsh, for my poor, sensitive heart cannot bear it). As such, I try to reply to most viewers when they post a review, though I generally only do this if you actually give me some feedback. If you leave a one-worded review, or one with a couple, that's great; I'm glad you enjoyed yourself! But I really love knowing how one of my stories affected you, how you thought things played out, and that is why I especially try to get back to the people who leave me their thoughts and feelings.

Following this, if I leave a review, I will make sure it is coherent and reflects my personal opinion :)

*RE-UPDATED STORIES*

Sweet Child O’ Mine - 12/20/11
Little Wonders Chapter 3: Faith - 12/26/11
Silent Worries and Unsaid Words - 1/15/12
The Best Medicine - 5/5/12
A Brother's Smile - 5/25/12
How Great is A Father's Love - 12/18/12
Rediscovery - 5/31/13
Baile - 7/8/13
Anáil - 7/18/13
Le Chéile - 7/18/13
In the Face of Death - 7/30/13
Of Loves Lost - 7/31/13
Just to Hold You - 9/28/13
Like A Warrior - 10/27/13
Saving Grace - 11/1/13
Little Wonders Chapter 1: Grateful - 1/26/14
Death Be Not Proud - 6/28/14

*NEWS & UPDATES*

.:2/5/14:.

Alright, so this is just to let anyone interested know that for the time being, you probably won't see any new material from me. Writing has been taking up too much of my life and my creativity has been waning as of late, which in turn has been causing a fair amount of stress for me, so unless I am struck by a sudden burst of inspiration, I won't likely have anything new published for a while. I really want to focus on other things I love besides fanfiction, like reading and checking out some new anime, but I will continue working on Moments that Make Up A Lifetime: this is the only story that's currently in progress and I will not leave it hanging! Hopefully, I can get my stuff together and finally manage to write the Free! stories I have in mind, so I'll be trying to work on that in my absence.

.:2\15\14:.

Moments that Make Up A Lifetime has been updated.

.:5/13/14:.

Chapter 4 of Moments that Make Up A Lifetime has been posted.

.:6\28\14:.

Death Be Not Proud has been re-updated.

As is obvious, I haven't been posting anything new, and I'm sorry for that. In the past year, I've begun crafting stories that I want to write, but when I sit and try to type them, nothing comes. I've been working on a new FMA story for the first time in a long while, and I still have high hopes for Free! as well. Oh, and possibly Attack on Titan - that show has taken over my life.

.:8/29/14:.

Sorry, this is not an update of any sort; no new chapter of Moments that Make up A Lifetime, no new story posted. Just thought that I'd share with you what I'm doing (if, ya know, anyone is actually reading this).

So, college. Ugh. It's really not that bad, I just have a lot less free time, especially since I'm wanting to try and look for a job, try being the key word here. But I have been working on a few new stories as of late, particularly a FMA Alternate Universe that has been in the making since December of last year...and I just now completed the first chapter, editing and all. So, since I have not been very active on here lately, I thought I might go ahead and give you a sneak peek (again, if anyone is actually reading this).

There were two types of dead: the dead you were when your soul, your thoughts and dreams and emotions, everything that made you you, slipped from the mortal world…and the dead you were when a bullet tore through your skull and ended whatever it was you had become.
This was an irrefutable truth, one Alphonse had lived by in the six years following the infection’s outbreak and one he kept in mind every time he fired a shot, split through bone and cartilage with a blade, spilt blackened blood and brain matter as he ended another warped existence. It wasn’t a life he was taking, not any more, just the shell of who someone—mother, father, son, daughter, sister, brother, friend, lover—had once been, and though this thought had initially made the killing easier, it was no longer required, so effortless was it to dispose of these humanesque creatures. That was what this world had done to him, had made him, and some days, Alphonse truly hated himself.
At one time, he’d thought that maybe, just maybe, some part of who you once were remained, trapped in rotting flesh and struggling, clawing, fighting to break free. But that was when he had been younger, still a child, an innocent without blood on his hands; that was before he’d watched a girl only two years older than him, a girl he’d had a crush on at the time, charge with bloodshot vision and a gaping, gory mouth, and he’d been forced to repeatedly stab a pocket knife through one of her milky green eyes until she fell twitching atop him.
Alphonse had cried that night, once the shock finally wore off, just cried and cried silent tears for what seemed like an eternity and wrung his hands until they were raw and aching in the hopes of removing the girl’s blood from them.
But it never left. He just learned to endure it.

Hmmmmm...interesting, no? Yes? No?