name:Hmmm...my intials will have to do- L.L.B.-T.
age:9878...sigh...no seriously i'm 100 + 21 -29+17-57+13+2-39+7-16+7-6+2-3=?

If u actually bother to find out my age i might let u in on a spoiler for my fic...

uh...about me, well i've been writing for awhile now, i'm currently in Virginia attending the Culinary Institute of Virginia, altho my true passion is my creativity and my love to create characters and write about them, which is why i have 3 plot lines ready to be turned into books although i'm only working on one at the moment. And don't worry i maybe female but i don't write alot of sappy romance, as a matter of fact its hard for me to write stuff like that, i lose interest to quickly, mostly i write supernatural, paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy, and action with a heavy dose of weird & WTF!?

Fav. Animes:
At the moment Bleach, Naruto, & the occasional Inuyasha moment. It changes randomly.

Fav. Books:...u really, really, REALLY don't want to get me started, i am a book reading machine...seriously

If you wanna contact me for stuff: my info:

E-Mail: BlackNegativity@gmail.com

AIM: BleakCorruption

Yahoo! Messenger: BleakCorruption

STORY UPDATES

FIRST OF ALL: I WILL NOT UPDATE PAST CHAPTER 4 IN ANY OF MY STORIES WITHOUT ATLEAST 20 REVIEWS!! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS PLEASE, SO IF U WANT ME TO UPDATE REVIEW!! PLEASEEEEEEE!!

The Darkest Priestess: Okay Well i'm currently working on the third chapter, i intend on lengthening my chapters more and more as i go, of course that may take backseat every once in a while when i'm rushing for an update or even have writer's block. And ironically that has happened, the sad and funny part however is the fact that i only have it on the last part of the chapter, i know what happens after that. The whole damned thing is planned out.

The Cycle of Souls: My newest idea. I have posted the prologue and chapter 1, although i have up to chapter 6 planned out. I plan to update this one most frequently providing i don't hit writter's block, which is why i'm going to type this one out as quick as possible. Other than that the only things that could slow me down are: me actually getting a job (That would be amazingly awesome) or school getting in the way, but that shouldn't happen until December at the earliest.

Predators: This one will most likely be my slowest update, as it was just an idea thats been riding in the back of my mind for awhile now, so i'll probably update it whenever i get an idea for it or if i get a whole bunch of reviews demanding me to update, however unlikely that might be. :)

FAVORITE QUOTE:

"living is the day worth dying for"-Captain Barbosa (Geoffery Rush) ((Pirates of the Carribean 3- At World's End))

I want child abuse to stop, and if you do, too, copy and paste this onto your profile.

My name is sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I started to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

(This is very sad, please and post this You better for others may read and feel the same as us)

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Shadow929, The Astrology Nerd, brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, The Gypsy-Pirate Queen, watching-waiting-wishing, 100-percent-Harry-Potter-obsessed, iluvdavidwright45, dianeandnumairareahotcouple,windsoftiti, Ilovethelittletacos...Ilovethemgood, i-have-issues-deal-with-it , moodiful819, thecrazyfatguy, CheshireMax, Lover Of Animes, xxTwisted Dark Dreamsxx, SakuraBlossom24,BlackFirelight

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

And thats about it for now...i'll updatye more later ja!

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying “Damn … we … but that shit was fun!”

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your shit so long they forget its yours.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you’ve had enough.
REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say “Bitch, drink the rest of that, you know we don’t waste.”

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the out!

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.
REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedual to listen to whats wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.
REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will ignore this
REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it