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OK so I've been part of this site for like less then a month and this is my third time changing my profile bio thing lol. ok so I've decided i like to put a lot more information into my bio then what i actually had, so this time i'm writing more :)
so my name is Ashley-Ann, all my friends and family call me Ashley-Ann, but on the computer i usually just go by Ashley, it's much much easier! i'm 17 years old, born on March 18th 1991, in Comox B.C, Canada. yes i'm a very proud Canadian. when i was 6 i moved from B.C to the other coast, and i have lived here in the middle of no where for the past 11 years. i recently passed grade 11 with an 88.8 average which gives me Honors :D i'm very proud of that, but i would like to get back up to Honors with Distinction for my graduating year next year. (my dad said if i graduate next year with an average of 95 or higher, he'll take me to Vegas =D ) i am pretty much obsessed with vegas, and i have wanted to go there for so long! to me Vegas is like heaven, i mean, theres all the magic shows, cirque du soleil, and roller coasters. how could you not love it? im in love with Criss Angel, and Cirque Du Soleil, and i'm ecstatic that Criss is doing his own show with Cirque Du Soleil called "Believe" and i will die the day i get to go see it! (it starts this september just so you know! :D )
anyway, i love to write, read, listen to music, and play volleyball (best sport in the world! and if anyone say's it's not a contact sport, you need to take a look at my knees and elbows!... contact doesn't only mean with people!!) my favorite bands at the moment are Muse, and Paramore, but i also enjoy Jason Mraz, Within Temptation, Celldweller, and Criss Angel's music. my favorite authors are Diana Gabaldon, Janet Evanovich, and Stephenie Meyer... in my world they are all goddesses (is that a word?) each of these authors is quite different, and their book series that i love are completly differnt. wether it's a time traveling english women going back to her fantastic 18th century Scotish husband, a bounty hunter bombshell, who is stuck in a love triangle, with the 2 hottest men in town... and trying not to blow anymore of their cars up, or if it's a family of vegitarian vampires. all of my favorite authors have one thing in common, strong characters! people you love! that's what i try to do with my writing, i try to make you get to know who the characters are, and make you feel like you actually know them... i can only dream of being as good as they are.
anyway (i tend to say that a lot eh?) i'll do my best to create good stories that you will all enjoy, and i hope you continue to make me feel special, by adding me onto you favorite authors lists, and your author alert lists (you don't even know how awesome it made me feel when those alerts came in :P ) and i hope to keep creating stories that you will love as much as you seem to love memories (i should probabaly finish that first though eh?)
Lots of Love XOX
p.s i've been listening to the radio l8tly, my new favorite line in a song is:
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
LoL that's soooo ME XD ;) hehe well kinda :P
Some of my favorite quotes come from books, so i'm going to show them too you lol, these next quotes are all from Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series, six books consisting of about 7000 pages. every page is a work of art, and so it's very hard to get only a few favorite quotes and lines from the books. but i shall try
Most of these quotes are from Jamie, he's an 18th century Scot, he's married to Claire, who is a 20th century English women (who happend to have fallen back in time.) (so yes every word that will follow this is a direct quote from Diana's Books, she owns everything, i'm just a humble reader)
I turned to Jamie in sudden panic. "I can't marry you! I don't even know your last name!"
"There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye--when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save--respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?" Chapter 15: Revelations of the Bridal Chamber - Page 273
"I meant it, ye know," he said softly. "I will protect you. From him, or anyone else. To the last drop of my blood, mo duinne."
"I'm sorry," Jamie said. "I dinna mean to wake ye, lass."
"I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday," he said softly. "Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away." He shook his head, still gazing up the hill, a faraway look in his eyes.
"Well, I'll tell ye, Sassenach, 'graceful' is possibly not the first word that springs to mind at thought of you." He slipped an arm behind me, one hand large and warm around my silk-clad shoulder.
"Don't move, Sassenach," Jamie's voice came softly, next to me. "Just for a moment, mo duinne--be still."
He heaved a deep exasperated sigh. "Sassenach, I've been stabbed, bitten, slapped, and whipped since supper--which I dinna get to finish. I dinna like to scare children and I dinna like to flog men, and I've had to do both. I've two hundred English camped three miles away and no idea what to do about them. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm sore. If you've anything like womanly sympathy about ye, I could use a bit!"Chapter 36: Prestonpans - Page: 622
"What is it, love?" I whispered. "Jamie, I do love you."
"D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you--then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it."Chapter 46: Timor Mortis Conturbat Me - Page 887
"Claire," he said quietly. "Tomorrow I will die. This child...is all that will be left of me--ever. I ask ye, Claire--I beg you--see it safe."
"I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you--then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest."
Unwrapping the blood-spotted handkerchief, I pressed my wounded hand tightly against his, fingers gripped together. The blood was warm and slick, not yet sticky between our hands.
Bloodshot blue eyes gleamed wide with alarm, under the spikes of matted red hair. "Where are ye sending me?" Turning from the door, Melton cast him a glance of intense dislike.
"James MacKenzie Fraser," he murmured. He looked up from the paper to the sleeping woman on the sofa. The light had just touched the curve of her ear; she stirred briefly and turned her head, then her face lapsed back into somnolence.
I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking, too, and for the same reason. I don't know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each others arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.Chapter 24: A. Malcolm, Printer - Page 314
"I've seen ye so many times," he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. "You've come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes. When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with your hair curling up about your face. But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me."
"I had forgotten," he said, a moment later.
"For so many years," he said, "for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men." I felt him swallow, and he shifted slightly, the linen of his nightshirt rustling with starch.
The small vibration in his chest this time was laughter, not cold.
"I think she will do verra well," he whispered. "For no matter what poor gowk has fathered her, no lass has ever had a better mother. Kiss me, Sassenach, for believe me--I wouldna change ye for the world."Chapter 42: The Man in the Moon - Page 670
"I didn't say you shouldn't worry--do you think I don't worry? But no, you probably can't do anything about me."
"Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered. "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret."
"Damn you, Sassenach!" his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. "Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!"Chapter 63: Out of the Depths - Page 1053
"No. I shouldna like to have that on my conscience; there's enough without. But that's not why I wished to buy ye a present."
He took both my hands in his, then, and kissed them--the left, which still bore the gold ring of my marriage to Frank, and then the right, with his own silver ring.
"Do ye not understand?" he said, in near desperation. "I would lay the world at your feet, Claire--and I have nothing to give ye!"
"You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart--and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?"Chapter 16: The First Law of Thermodynamics - Page 320-321
"If I am to live as a man, I must have a mountain," he said simply. His eyes were open wide, searching mine for understanding.
Beyond the sheer unexpectedness of his appearance, it was his looks that stunned Roger into speechlessness. It was one thing to have been told that Jamie Fraser resembled his daughter. It was another to see Brianna's bold features transmuted into power by the stamp of years, and fronting a personality not only thoroughly masculine, but fierce in aspect.
"It'll make no difference to him," Jamie said, grasping her harder, almost fiercely, as though he could make things right by pure force of will. "If he's a decent man, it'll make no difference. And if it does--well, then he doesna deserve ye, and I shall beat him into a pulp and stamp on the pieces, and then go and find ye a better man."Chapter 47: A Father's Song - Page 793
Educated in the universities of Paris, confidant of kings and friend to philosophers, still he was a Highlander, born to blood and honor. The body of a warrior and the mind of a gentleman--and the soul of a barbarian, he thought wryly, to whom neither God's nor mortal law stood more sacred than the ties of blood.Chapter 48: Away in a Manger - Page 824
"Did I ever think to thank ye, Sassenach?" he said, his voice a little husky.
"For my sake," he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, "I dinnna want ye to bear another child. I wouldna risk your loss, Sassenach," he said, his voice suddenly husky. "Not for a dozen bairns. I've daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, grandchildren--weans enough."
"To see the years touch ye gives my joy, Sassenach," he whispered, -"for it means that ye live." Chapter 85: Hearthfire, page 737
"When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-- ye'll ken it was because I didna have time."Chapter 111: And Yet Go Out to Meet It, page 979
"There are only two people in this world to whom I would never lie, Sassenach," he said softly. "Ye're one of them. And I'm the other."
He'd led her through the morning light in that clearing, a blood-soaked Adam, a battered Eve, looking upon the knowledge of good and evil. And then he had wrapped her in his plaid, picked her up, and walked away to his horse.Chapter 29, Perfectly Fine, page 24
"Well. So. At least now I know why you’ve been coming back from the Cherokee villages in such a state of—of—" I felt an unhinged giggle rising, and bent over, moaning as I stifled it. "Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. And here I thought it was thoughts of me, driving you mad with lust."
"It's a great comfort," he said at last, "to see the sun come up and go down. When I dwelt in the cave, when I was in prison, it gave me hope, to see the light come and go, and know that the world went about its business."
Tears were falling down her face, and Roger was saying something, but she didn't attend the words, and the children were making an uproar upstairs, the builders were still arguing outside, and the only thing in the world she could see were the faded words on the page, written in a sprawling, difficult hand.
My dear daughter,
As you will see if ever you receive this, we are alive. . . .
Epilogue I Lallybroch, page 979
If any of these interest you i highly recomend you go out and read Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, then after that youcan read dragonfly in amber, voyager, drums of autum, the fiery cross, and a breath of snow and ashes. But beware... you will fall in love with Jamie!
one of my all time favorite poems is a poem that was written by a man named Catullus it was writen sometime between 84 and 54 BC it was written in Latin (which i can ot read) but traslated into english in 1612 and 1649 by a man named Richard Crashaw, the english poem looks like this :
Come and let us live my Deare,
don't be surprised if i use lines from it in one of my stories.
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