Author has written 1 story for Naruto.
Hey there! :) I've written other stories before in a different username, but I won't bother to tell you because they are quite suckish (teehee). So I've created this account in hopes of having a fresh start and a clean slate.
Here's a little about me: The name is Amy.
Gender: What kind of guy's name is Amy? Girl of course!
And that's all you need or want to know :)
Haha, so yeah, unless you haven't noticed yet, I seem to be a bit out of it right now. Perhaps it is because it's very hot today and stuff :).
I LIKE KOOLAID!
When/If I write a story, I accept flames, but only flames from civilized people :) That means absolutely NO running off your mouth about how my story is lame and retarded and how b!t@h I am without a valid reason. If you have a lame and retarted flame then if you would be so kind to talk to the left hand 'cuz you ain't right! (I take no credit for that line XD)
I LOVE MONK! Monk quotes:
"Are you joking? I'm a red-hot LEGO demon. I've got the building block fever." -Adrian Monk. (Monk Goes to the Firehouse)
"You're required to drink those in pairs. There like socks, only carbonated." -Adrian Monk. (Monk goes to Outer Space)
"If there's an entrance to hell, I guarantee it has a revolving door." -Adrian Monk. (Monk goes to Outer Space)
Hopefully more to come :D
I don't: damage myself in any way.
I do: play volleyball :) and eat. and sleep too!
I wanna be an actress when in the near future :)
I love to write stories, I hate the writing part :(
I'M DRUG FREE! AS SPIFFY AS A TREE! YOU SHOULD BE AS CLEAN AS ME. :)
2. FMA (FullMetal Alchemist)
3. Bleach (ish)
Wish me luck!:)
Blind: a Naruto fanfic. Summary: Uzumaki Naruto is blind. Yet, he sees everything much more clearly than anyone else. Oneshot. Status: complete.
Ideas and inspirations posted here. :) Mail/PM me if you have any suggestions. I don't suggest any long term projects/chapter stories, but if I am really really REALLY motivated then I will try to find some time. Chau homez! :)
Can I make a story based on this poem?:
Friends we were.
Helping each other out
with smiles all the way..
Having fun and laughing about that one joke, don't you remember?
Hey, remember that one boy/girl who was always there? In fact, so often..
That nobody cared? Yup!
He/She was always there, just like she was chained.
Chained, that's what he/she was. Old, rusted, worn-out chains of a prisoner.
Think it's funny right?
How he/she trips and laughs
starving for YOUR acknowledgement?
How you only talk to him/her when you've got nothing better to do?
How he/she repeatedly calls for you, only to have another steal you away
in less time it took for him/her?
Ignore him/her why don't you.
Belittle him/her why don't you.
Pass him/her of as an idiot, sure!
Because he/she's used to it anyways.
He/She's used to pain.
So laugh. Laugh!
and look at the chain.
See what you've done?
See what you've created?
Because he/she doesn't even know who he/she is anymore.