"WHAT WE CALL IMAGINATION IS ACTUALLY THE UNIVERSAL LIBRARY OF WHAT'S REAL. YOU COULD'NT IMAGINE IT IF IT WERE'NT REAL SOMEWHERE , SOMETIME"

HOW WONDERFUL IT MUST FEEL TO BELONG IN A WORLD FREE OF ENVY AND PREJUDICE AND FEAR OF BOTH SURVIVAL AND ACCEPTANCE.

A WORLD OF PEACE AND HOPE AND COURAGE.

OF PEOPLE STANDING TOGETHER WITH SMILES LIKE SUNS AND LAUGHS LIKE SWEET BELLS.

A WORLD OF DREAMS AND STRENGTH AND KNOWLEDGE.

I MOURN AND DREAM OF THAT PLACE.

I AM A THUNDERSTORM. A BEING OF STRENGTH AND FEROCITY.

SO YOU FEARED ME. MY POWER.

AND SO I MOVED ASIDE FOR YOU.

AND NOW WHERE ARE YOU?

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"Writing has always been my way of being 'me' , in writing I am not bound by any norms or regulations , I'm limited only by my own writing I can express everything and anything, even the silence that reigns in our lives, because words are not just a collection of letters , they far more than that. In ancient Egyptian mythology , the god Ptah was said to have created objects by simply uttering the names of those objects.Words are powerful, maybe not as powerful as emotions but they come pretty damn close."-Me

Hey people!!

My name is Kane. I'm a civil engineering college student who is currently lamenting her choice to pursue the said course. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore some of the subjects, but I detest most of my professors.I'll tell you a secret, if you read any of my stories, all my villains are my professors.Revenge is sweet, even if it is served in the confines of a fictional world. I dream of putting itching powder in my professor's chalk dusters on my graduation day.

When I'm not scheming up ways to fictionally torture my enemies, I read, write and dance in the darkness of my room to my music. I'm also quite a travel and food fanatic. My favorite subject is psychology, even though I've never formally studied it.

Personality wise?I say screw it.People are complex, layers and layers of history and instincts and unpredictability. There simply aren't enough labels in this world to compartmentalize every intelligent being.

And now I'll tell you, my stranger, my story.

I turned to reading and then writing because I was lonely and bullied. When I was called weak,and fat and ugly and punched and hit, I'd turn away and cry silently, I'd keep my head bowed and cry. No one ever understood. No one understands the humiliation of helplessness and the feeling of weakness and fear; not unless they've been there too.Reading about such people and how they never gave up and then writing my own stories gave me the blocks I needed to build a stronger me. I grew a backbone and fought back, gave up on people who didn't care,struggled and fought and generally refused to be pushed again.

I'm not saying the fight's over. Because I still feel those feelings of insecurity and helplessness when someone leers at me, calls me fat, telling me stop being fat and looking down on me with a condescending smirk.There are days when I refuse to eat for days, when I purposely harm myself, when I cry myself to sleep, when hate myself. When I hate living.

But I'm saying the fight's not over. Because I'm bloody proud of myself for being who I am. I refuse treat myself as an inferior because of someone else's prejudices.I love myself. My tears, my body, my smiles, my loud guffawing laughter, my sass, my nocturnal habits, my stupid songs and stories,my everything.

I didn't write any of this to gain pity or censure, I did this to tell all people who feel alone and bullied; don't give up.Don't let people break you down. And since I crave these words when I'm near a breakdown, I'm giving them to you, my stranger.

Whoever you are, whichever race, gender, religion or nationality you belong to.

Whatever your sexual orientation,your weight, skin color, height, intelligence or age is.

You're beautiful.

You mean something to this world and someone in this world. You're not ugly or dumb or worthless and don't ever let anyone tell you that.

And you deserve to dream. To be happy.

Please don't give up.

No, I'm not inclined to burst into poems and ballads spontaneously. Yes, I'm sarcastic and sassy as hell. And that ends the back story.

Back to the present folks!

I write. You read. That's it.

I may make mistakes, you point, I correct, capiche?

Reviews are gleefully received and will always be appreciated.

I'm lazy and my updating schedules are are deeply attuned to my inner muse.And my exam schedules yeah, I'm probably gonna be perpetually sorry for being late. And my procrastination habits do not help.

And that's about it. I'm Kane, pleasure to meet you! Drop by for a chat if you want to! I give away virtual tea!

May peace be with you!

Take care my little hamsters!