Author has written 5 stories for Naruto.
Hi, if you are here that means one of my stories have interested you and you want to know a bit about the author, well, there really isn't that much to tell. I'm a twenty years old chick who is in love with writing stories.
Honestly, I only love to write Yaoi, and Shounen Ai, never was I interested in anything else. And these days, I am getting quite pissed at the decrease in Shounen Ai and Yaoi Anime and increase of fan-service, girls-filled hetero Anime, It's like the whole world has nothing to do except dot on Heterosexuality. *Sighs*.
Now, I have five stories in my list. They are all Naruto. *Fangirl inner scream!*.
Concerning Uncle Sasuke, I'm starting to upgrade and update it! :D Hooray! Finally! I won't have a definitive date on when I'll be finished with it, but hopefully, by the end of this year. XD I'm busy with life, work, exams and I'm just doing my best squeezing it all in. So, please, bear with me. *winks*
But concerning Crippled. It's finished people! =D My first story had came out finally, and dare I say it's very everything I had imagined? I liked the vague ending, the unknown destiny before the two and I know some of you who love Hinata out there had probably wanted to throw a knife or two at me. But what to say, she just seemed like the perfect scapegoat! Yet, I'm unhappy with the grammar mistakes that some of you, lovely reviewers, have paid my attention to. T_T Unfortunately, I won't be able to correct them all since revising the whole story now is a bit impossible for me to do, but...one day, I'll fix them. So, I'd like to warn anyone who wants to read Crippled of the mistakes that will surely lay ahead. =)
Ai no Basket, my greatest masterpiece, is finally complete! I couldn't be happier with the result it got! And as per a dear reviewer's request, I will write an epilogue to it one of these days :D
Sáname, my fourth story, which stands for 'Heal Me' in Spanish...hopefully lol. I slept all through my Spanish classes so my memory is very vague in it xD. But I'm in love with this story! It's finished now and anyone who wants to read can, it's lovely and cute _.
Finally, Tears of Glass. I had always wanted to write me a story where Naruto is human and Sasuke is a ghost, and I finally did. Finished! My fivfth story finally done I love this story so much and hopefully anyone who reads it would feel the same way I do.
That's all I would like to say for now. So relax, enjoy my stories as much as you can and be on the lookout for new stories in the horizon. Thanks!
OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE!
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He was outlived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
RIP: We shall remember
JUST READ THIS AND THINK ABOUT LIFE FOR A SEC!
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won't risk losing my family and friends.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to teach me a lesson.
If you can read this message, you are blessed, because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:
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uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal
pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the
olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer
be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl
mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling
was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!
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Thank you for passing by.
Bye and take care =).
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