Hello there, and thanks for taking the time to view my page.

I go by Stockholm, including any variation of that, or just plain Sloane, which is my name. I'm originally from Leeds, England, though my family has recently up and moved to southern Canada, which is beautiful by the way. Don't knock Canada until you've lived here a while;). I'm in the middle of my highschool years, I'm out of the house quite a bit, and I fully intend to become a News Anchor or some other variation of broadcasting reporter.

I've been writing for a few years, I hope it's satisfactory for you, perhaps if it is and I'm aware, I'll get to writing more than oneshots.

I'm bisexual, before you ask, because let me just say that there is always someone who does. Honestly, whether or not you approve means about as much to me as a wink from a blind man. Which, I suppose, to some, could mean alot, so take that as you please.

The books I enjoy are too many to be listed, or at least have proven too much for my attention span to cope with, but vary anywhere from Fingersmith and the Night Watch, to Cosmopolitain magazine. I'll read virtually anything.

Thanks for being here, reading this far into my bio, and if I have the willpower later, I may or may not write more here. I know, I'm a truly interesting soul.

Notes:
-First and foremost, exams are finished, meaning I'll have more leisure time to finish untouched projects, woot x)

-Secondly, One of Our Nights is finally finished. I've been touching up the document, and I've made a completely new story out of it because I'm the dunce who couldn't discover how to 'replace' the story's chapter with the updated document. Go ahead and have a laugh at my expense, I have it coming. I know it was only a oneshot, and probably should have been finished within a few hours of the same day, but kindly take heed to the amount of thought and metaphor I tried to put into it. Anyway, enjoy.

-Scent of Your Skin should be finished right quick, and if not, it is to be put on hold, or left at the point that it's at, as I've got a whole new contemptual idea gnawing at my mind right now, and I fear that my head might combust if it is not put into writing. It will be a Marie Antoinette fanfiction. Crawling with anticipation, aren't you?