Author has written 7 stories for Naruto, Twilight, Mortal Instruments, Fruits Basket, Inuyasha, Croods, and Spirited Away.
real name: Unnecessary
If you must know anything about me, I am young and old; seemingly the latter more often than not. I've a degree in English, the concentration of which being writing. Whether or not I do so well would be a matter entirely of opinion. I've been passionate about story telling since I was quite young, and if you have at any point found yourself so inclined to peruse my collection of fanfiction, you may notice the absolutely atrocious quality of the older pieces. I was fourteen when I discovered this site; a fact that is painfully evident through said pieces.
However, that has very much changed. If you find yourself here because you have in fact enjoyed my writing: I thank you kindly. I may not post as frequently as courtesy calls for, but I do appreciate your encouraging responses.
A note to interaction:
In my youth, you found it necessary to "flame", as they call it in this community, my Naruto fanfiction. I never held it against you, nor did I wander to your profile to discover that you were a serial "flamer", as I have now done. I do so wish that I could message you now, even though it has been years, but alas; that feature has been removed by your doing. No doubt due to the unending torrent of hate mail I'm sure you received whilst the option prevailed. The fourteen year old had nothing to say, but the twenty-three year old does.
I know what you might be thinking, if you ever see this: "Oh Jesus, here we go. Another butt hurt idiot thinking that they were wronged by me." On the contrary. I offer no thanks, no rebuttal, nor a pandering statement. I offer only the idea that you left the comment that I want to leave every time I read that horrid excuse for a collection of sentences.
Unfortunately, it is by my better judgement that you will never see this and in fact may be long gone from this site and the writing community as a whole. So many times I have considered the removal of my older stories, but still they remain. Why? I want to remember how utterly ridiculous my "writing" was; how unbearably stupid it all sounded and despite that fact, I'm now highly educated with a degree in this very discipline. I have a forty-six thousand dollar piece of paper that says so.
And so this is for you, interaction; the message I'll never be able to send.
Cheers, you conceited lump.
P.S.: Newton's third law, as I would assume that is what you'd attempted to employ the use of in your profile, is 'For every action, their is an equal and opposite reaction.' Don't be overly concerned with your folly, however; I can't imagine it's easy to see clearly through that narcissistic cloud you have enveloped yourself in.