I am just a simple person who loves to write and is inspired by many things. Books are my passion and writing is a love. It is the one thing that helps me to cope with outside influences.

About me

I have always had a way with the written word but only in the creative style way. You can ask me to describe just a plain mountain and I will give you a whole picture with the mountain and the surrounding area. Heck, I might even throw in emotions just to get you attached to said mountain. Academically, not so much. I like fluffy words and I like them a lot.

Some boring history, yo

When I was younger, I started out writing as an emotional outlet. A lot of my earlier writings reflect that. They are full of darker images and really tug at your heartstrings. I was that kind of person.

I started out role playing for Twilight. Yes I know. Twilight is one of those books but I could have done worse. Trust me. It was the easiest universe to break into, and to be completely honest, it fell into my lap, like divine intervention.

Like all good stories, I started out small and started with a minor character in the books. As the scene got bigger, I got braver and I found the character for me: Edward. It was kinda cliche and weird but, I was surprisingly good at him.

To brag a little, I was an amazing Edward. I soon found myself hearing his voice talking to me.

He started out small but then soon demanded to be heard. I was a slave to the voice and I began writing in earnest, desperate to transcribe the words that were jumbling around my brain, the words that he softly whispered at first and then yelled at, at the end.

I owe a lot to that voice in my head. It may sound crazy, but it's the truth. Accept it as you will. It was in large part of him that I continued to write for both pleasure and relief.

But enough of that. Who wants to read about boring things like that? Well, unless you're weird and crazy like me.

Try this on for size (Just something random)

Before I could even think to stop him, Edward comes stomping into my conscious, in a rage. "Why do you always assume that I went and left you? Can't you see that I am apart of you? Like an arm or a wooden leg." Only Edward could get mad at me for even implying that he left me, never to return again. Such a stubborn and obstinate vampire.

With a shake of my head and a roll of my eyes, I chuckle. "Silly vampire. I never said you were gone. In fact, Edward, this is a tribute to you. Not Zachary who's hiding in there nor Karigan who's stomping her tiny foot in irritation, but you. This is a tribute to you. And what's the wooden leg part? Who has wooden legs anymore? They're plastic now!" The exasperation is evident in my voice.

Edward just gives me an unimpressed look. "You know that's not what I meant, dumb human. Sometimes, I question why I ever took up residence in your brain. It's like you never listen to me." The grouchy old vampire crosses his arms and turns his back on me.

I scoff at his comment. "Oh you're one to talk, old man. It is you who never did know when it was the right time. You always started talking to me when I was in class, trying to pay attention." I glare at his smug look that is suddenly plastered on his face.

"That's because you wanted me to." Of all the things to say! "You were practically begging me to give you an excuse to get out of those mandatory classes. You hated them as much as I did!" His argument was only getting stronger and stronger. "Besides, most of the time I was trying to mind my business during that time when you came in and started pestering me. I couldn't get you to leave me alone!"

"Stupid vampire," I mutter. "I hate it when you're right." While his argument was firm and very valid, I cannot ignore the fact that those were core classes for me to graduate, though, if it was not for him, I would never have made it through school without having sunk into a deep depression.

"Score one more for me." How I want to wipe that grin off his face. I can sympathize with Jake now. Edward can be so annoying at times!

"Shut up. Don't you have some place to be, like bugging some other part of my brain with your nonsense?" I throw him a glare.

"Fine, fine. I get the picture." He pacifies me. "Take care. Hopefully, we can chat again soon." With that, he walks away, waving goodbye, knowing he will soon return.

Side note

It's hard to fully explain who I am in a section like this, but I hope that the little interlude above helped shed some light.

However, to add some extra things, I really love reading and an often inspired to write based on those novels. It takes me awhile to compose things and actually write it because I need to write old school status. That means pen and paper. Nothing beats a pen gliding smoothly across a piece a paper as the thoughts flow through the ink. It's a powerful feeling.

So much of my earlier writing is based in the Twilight universe, but, because I do not like writing with names, it can often be applied to multiple situations and universes. I'm nice like that.

In conclusion

I may not write as often as I would like, but I am dedicated to it. Words have been the one thing constant in my life, and whether it be through the written form or verbal, words are all we have. They are all I have.

...What...?

"Hey! How come we don't get a section for ourselves? You've been writing about us lately and all we get is just a blip in someone else's section." Karigan's irritation was not something I ever wanted to be on the receiving end of. It terrified me.

"Karigan does have a valid point and, I would like to point out, that I have been talking to you more." Oh great. Now Zachary was in on it and on Karigan's side. I had no hope of coming back from this.

I sighed and bowed my head. "Look you two. You are still so new to me and Edward has been with me for years. You can't deny the bond I have with him. At least I mentioned you!" I looked crazy, holding a conversation with fictional characters.

"That doesn't mean that we aren't in here too. We have been trying for years to push that guy out of the way. We have things to say too if you just listened to us." Oh no. Her anger was really building. I looked toward Zachary for help, begging him to step into this.

He simply held up his hands and shook his head. "I can't help you. I would never go against Kari. I learned my lesson early." He gave me a small, sad smile. "Besides, there is much truth in her words and, you have been listening to me a little." There seemed to be a twinkle in his brown eyes.

"And me!" Karigan stopped and thought for a moment. "Though, you haven't been really listening. I have been shouting my head off for awhile and nothing!" I was confused. She was never this stubborn or picky. It was so unlike her.

"What's gotten into you, Karigan? I've tried my hardest to listen but it's like there's a wall or something between us." I frown. "That's probably my fault." I looked up into two of my favorite characters eyes. "Please don't leave me." I plead.

"I am not going anywhere. I promise." Zachary was quick to assure me.

Karigan, on the other hand... "I'll.. see what I can do." I smiled at her reluctance.

"Thanks you two." I sighed in relief. I don't know if I could survive without having someone else to temper the crazy vampire in my head.

Karigan and Zachary are inspired by two characters from a book series called The Green Rider Series by Kristin Britain.

This seems to be a reoccurring thing here...

It was a clear autumn day and as I start to truly enjoy my day off from a crazy week, I start to hear voices talking. The only noise I could hear from outside my room was the washer and dryer, tumbling away but nothing else. I look at my cat and know it wasn't her. She has never talked in the two years I've raised her. The only logical explanation? They were in my head.

"Do you think it's time?" A high pitched feminine voice asked.

"Not yet Yuuki. It's still too early. Wouldn't you agree Haruhi? Tamaki?" The rich, clear tenor of the male voice that held so much authority could only belong to Kaname.

I pinch my nose as I soon realize that another male vampire had moved into my mind and this one even more moody and vicious than the last one. I doubt I could survive another vampire who was just as territorial as the last one. My sanity would never survive.

Before I could delve further into the ramifications implied by Kaname's arrival, another voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts.

"I agree with you Kaname but I think, judging by her emotions, the time is soon." Those words were ominous.

"But Haruhi! It's not right to torture a lady. A true gentleman is polite and treats ladies with respect." The new whinny voice makes me sigh and shake my head. Of course he would join in this odd conversation.

"While that is true, Tamaki, we are unable to hide plans from her even if we should wish it. We are apart of her." Kaname seems to be the voice of reason in this, but I still am not entirely comfortable with where this conversation is going.

"Give it a rest Tamaki. You never treated me like a lady when we first met." I smirk at Haruhi's words and silently root her on.

Before I could get too far, Yuuki comes back in. "Come on guys! We need to get this together! Whether the time is now or not, we need a plan."

"Yes, my dear. Shall we regroup after we come up with some ideas? Is that a good plan Tamaki and Haruhi?"

I could feel them considering the Kuran's words. "Yes. I think that is a good idea. Come Tamaki. Let's go. We have club soon."

Yuuki and Kaname are inspired by characters from the manga/anime series called Vampire Knight

Tamaki and Haruhi are inspired by characters from the manga/anime series called The Ouran High School Host Club