For those who still go out of their way to visit profiles,

NOTICE: I am rewritting all my work now that time has passed and I have learned so much. Some stories will have slight differences, but my longer stories will be far different, though hopefully still enjoyable. Many thanks to my devoted readers.

I am simply London Bai, a devoted authoress. As many of you, I come from a difficult past and have learned from mistakes that others have made. But the story of the darker side of the world is rarely told from the point of views from those who are not corrupted. My goal, while I write, is to show the world what it means to be a survivor, a living example of freedom. With love that I never grew up with, I will support you, my fellow writers, and will be at service to you if need be.

A note to you: Never give up. There will always be people, places, or ideas that will do anything to stop you, but in order to approach through all of those things, you have to commit yourself to doing your best. Let not the past cloud you so blindedly. Let not the furture cast you in shadow. Allow the present to embrace you and your beating heart, your flowing blood. Live in the moment and never, ever give up.

I am currently working on novels meant for the public bookshelves, so wish me luck and expect to find my name in stores near you ;)If you want to read some of my original works, message me and I will send you a link to my WordPress pages.

"I feel singled out, shied away, hidden from observing eyes. I wait for my shackles to bend, to break, to fall off my sore ridden wrists so that I may open my wings and fly to the reaches of life, death, and time. The feel and smell of earth's breath rush by. When I land, I hear the lives of the inhabitants, taste the nectar of the ripe red bush berries, and when I open these eye of mine, I see the dungeon in which I am locked away like a helpless damsel. The only difference, you see, is that unlike the queen-to-be, I must free myself from a near impossible, impassable, improbable trap.Oh eyes of mine, why must you take my mind to this dreary place. You may tell me where I am, but you can never take away what I feel, breathe, hear, or taste. Oh eyes of mine, you make me cry, but as much as I want to rip you out, I thank you. You have made me see the damage so I can see work, spot hate so I can see love, and witness death so I can see life. Oh wings of mine, settle." --London Bai