Author has written 16 stories for Inuyasha.
First Update in like a year, thus why I have bolded, italicized, and underlined this. Make it special. I feel like a shit author, not writing anything for more than a year, and not even updating in the time sense then. To that, I am sorry. I am going to be taking writing a whole hell of a lot more seriously from here on out, so be prepared to see new (probably oneshots) from me in the future. And if I am slacking on my part feel free to send me an encouraging (or threatening to kick my bottom in gear) PM, to make me stick to my word. Without further ado: thank you, enjoy my profile and stories.
1. Selene, Completed
2. Second Chacne, Completed
3. Love Conquers All, Completed
4. Tragic Runaway, Completed
5. How to Deal, Completed
6. A Fairytale Ending, Completed
7. A Friend, Copmleted
8. A Couple?, Completed
9. Just What I Needed, Completed
10. Seven Sins, Completed
11. In the Hallway, Completed
12. Fate, Completed
13. Curiosity Killed the Cat, Completed
14. The Healing Powers of Love, Completed
15. Looking for You, Completed
Upcoming Stories: (To be upcoming does that mean I have to be in the process of writing them? ...May need to change that)
She let the tears leave her closed eyes, knowing no one would ever see them. She heard the silence, sobbing in the distance. As soon as she heard the sobbing get louder, she squeezed her eyes together, mentally counting down until it was over. Then suddenly three things happened simultaneously. Her ladies started screaming, the crowd gasped, there was a thud. “Get him!” Kagome opened her eyes, though still only seeing the black of her blindfold. But she didn’t even notice the darkness, too busy focusing on the fact that she was still alive, and the sounds around her. She heard footsteps and yells and swears coming from all over that she couldn’t figure out what was going on. “Get him! Guards! After him!” Just as she was about it ask what was going on, she felt a pair of arms grab her, pick her up, and start to run. “What? Who are you? Put me down this instant!” Kagome screamed, kicking her legs widely. She heard her captor grunt, and then toss her over his shoulder. Kagome opened her mouth to scream but before she could she heard a masculine voice say, “Shut up! I’m saving you here!”
Rules to Life:
Once she was out in the cold night air she wished she had a jacket. Shrugging, she walked down the sidewalk, not knowing or caring where she went. Because she had nowhere to go. Her mom was out of town on business. Sango was visiting her dad. And…and she had no one else to go to. She hadn’t needed anyone else; Inuyasha and Miroku were always enough for her. Kagome let the tears run down her face as she walked, the cold air hitting her face harshly. Shaking her head, Kagome walked a bit faster. She had to look on the bright side. She had a new best friend. Tears ran down again. Kagome stopped walking, falling to her knees. She didn’t want a new best friend. She wanted hers back. Pulling her knees to her chest, Kagome cried into her knees. A month ago this would have never happened. A month ago Kagome had her two best friends. A month ago everything was normal. A month ago, she wasn’t here.
Sighing, I head to my front door, digging through my backpack for the keys, when I hear a car door shut. It’s the city, so I think nothing of it, smiling as I finally drag my keys out of my overstuffed bag. Lost in thought, I jiggle the key in the lock, not hearing the footsteps that come up behind me, and stop a foot away. “Hey.” I’m not proud to admit it, but I screamed. I spun around, my eyes wide, heart pounding, hands clutched to my chest. I stood there for a minute, waiting for my breathing to calm down, looking at some smart ass with a smile on his face, hands in the air. “I come in peace.” “You son of a bitch!” I yell, my relief turning into anger in a blink of an eye. “You don’t just sneak up on a girl!” I say in between hitting him with my bag. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask, hitting him one last time before pushing my bangs out of my eyes, glaring up at him. He laughs, looking down at me like I’m some four year -old that just said something cute. He's a good two inches taller than me, and in the darkness, all I could tell was that he was smiling, and taking a step toward me. And that’s when reality hit and I realized I don’t know who this guy. I took a step back, wiggling the door handle with one hand and looking for my pepper spray with the other. “Kagome, I presume?” he asked. “Who’s asking?” I asked…hearing the tremble in my own voice. Sensing my discomfort, he takes a step back, hands still in the hair. “Miroku, I’m here to kidnap you.”
Note that all stories are subject to change as they are still in the developing process.
Personal Info (for those of you who care):
Age: 19 (wow...I started this when I was like 15, hard to say where all that time went)
Birthday: May 25, 1994
Useless Trivia about Yours Truly-
My favorite color is pink, followed closely by purple. My lucky numbers are 3 and 16. My favorite singer is Avril Lavigne, with Pink, Kelly Clarkson, Everlife, and The Veronicas all tied for second. Scary Movies scare the hell out of me. And I sleep with my cute white stuffed animal, Polar (...like a bear...but she's a dog...) Booboo, a cute white stuffed animal, everynight and a cute brown bear that has yet to be named.
More Useful Info-
Favorite authors (because God knows I have way too many favorite books to list them all):
1. Julie Garwood (yes I'm a bit young for romance novels but my God they are amazingly great books)
2. Meg Cabot
3. Sarah Dessen
4. Ally Carter
5. Jen Calonita
6. Jannette Rallison
7. Jennifer Lynn Barnes
3. Fruits Basket
4. The Slayers
5. Sailor Moon
1. The Simpsons Movie
3. The Godfather
4. Harry Potter Series
5. Without the Paddle
6. Lifetime Movies
7. Stand By Me
Favorite Disney Movies:
2. The Little Mermaid
3. Sleeping Beauty
4. Beauty and the beast
7. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
And A Little Note From Yours Truly:
I just wanted to add this. I want to change the world someday. I don't know how, and I don't know when, but one day I will. It could be something I do or something I say. I don't really know. I just want people to remember my name when I'm gone. So basically I'm just a little girl with big dreams with no idea how to reach them. But I think I can do it, don't you? I added this, incase you're wondering, because I wanted to tell you something personal about myself. I mean, sure I can tell you what I like and what I don't but eventually the list will change. But my dreams, they never will.
This was something from my old profile that I wrote back when I was 13 (ah...so young and naive...those were the days...) (you know, the days 2 years ago...), and I know it sounds dumb, and corny, and so many other things, but when I wrote that, I really did think that I would change the world, and I want apart of my old profile with the new, so it stays
Pluto was declared no longer a planet on August 27 of 2006 just because it was 'too small' and 'off its orbit' for a couple scientists' likings. If you still think Pluto should be a planet then copy this onto ya profile. LONG LIVE PLUTO!
THE MORSE CODE:
Evening News is where they begin with "Good Evening" then proceed to tell you why it isn't.
They say that guns dont kill people. People kill people. But I highly doubt that if a person ran up to someone and yelled "BANG!" that anyone would die. No, I think guns help...
If your profile is long, copy and paste this on it to make it even longer
This is bunny.
Copy bunny so he can achieve world domination.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
Ok well that's all for now! There's probably more but I can't think of it now. If you have any questions about my stories or anything ask and I'll answer.