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Author has written 2 stories for Bleach.
The Seed Shrouded by Night
Summary: Their hearts were guarded, as if a glass wall were between them. They could never touch, no matter what. But when a crack is formed, everything soon shatters. HitsugayaXOC
I started The Seed Shrouded by Night when I was fairly young, young enough for me to think I could actually write a good story. I will admit that I rushed into submitting this story; I was caught up with creating a story of my own, around a character I created that I grew to like. But here is the problem: again, I started this story when I was young, at an age where certain ideas and concepts just don't resonate with me now as much they used to. The Seed Shrouded by Night, looking back on it, was heavily romanticized in my head. It was a story based off wishful thinking, rather than a good story.
Looking back on it now, I admit I cringe. I don't like what I've written. I started the story before I had really thought it through, thinking I could write my way through it as it came. I have problems with characters I've created. I don't like the plot I originally envisioned. I even have beef with the image of Aria, my OC, that I've created. And at this point in the story, I had written myself into a corner. I don't have a good way to continue from where I am at.
If I had to keep going, I would have to start The Seed Shrouded by Night all over again. I'd have to build the story and characters up from scratch again. I am reluctant to do this, mainly because of the time I know I would need to invest, for fear that I wouldn't be able to finish that story either. It is a possibility, one I'm still willing to entertain. But I have no idea when I'd get around to doing it, so I don't want anyone to hold their breath waiting.
I'm sorry that after so long with no word from me, this is the final notice I have for all the people who have so kindly subscribed and favorited the story through the time I updated it. You guys honestly made my day; reading all the positive comments I would get was always nervous but fun experience for me. The number of reviews the story has speaks for itself; it's an understatement for me to say how delighted I was (and still am) that so many people were taking the time to read it, and that there were actually people who liked the story. It really makes me guilty that you will never be able to see the end of the story after all.
I'll continue to leave the story up for archive reasons as well as nostalgia. For all you people who took the time to read and leave comments, thank you so much for indulging younger me. It was a great ride, and more than I could imagine as a first step into writing, even as a simply hobby. I don't know if I'll still even use this account to post my own work, but this site has too many good memories for me to simply get rid of this account. Maybe, just maybe I might write other things and put them up here. But for now, thank you so much again readers. And again, I'm sorry I couldn't give you more, or at least the story you expected and deserved.
Flame in My Heart
Summary: It's February 14th, and Aria's having a tough time deciding what to do. After all, Valentine's Day is a lot more than just chocolates and fancy gifts... HitsuXOC. ONESHOT.
Some Quotes I Really Like:
"When you cry, I cry. When you laugh, I laugh. When you fall off a bridge, I laugh even harder."
"If I were the rain... that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle... would I be able to bind two hearts together as well?" Orihime Inoue, Bleach
"A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself." Marianne Moore
"If I had the chance I would have pummeled his face into potato salad!"
"Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back." Second Glance, by Jodi Picoult
"Love's not a because, it's a no matter what." Ross Wakeman, Second Glance by Jodi Picoult
"Can't you hear it? When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth." Willow O'Keefe, Handle with Care by Jodi Picoult
"If I was reborn, I'd want to play with you again..." Len Kagamine, "Servant of Evil"
"Even if the entire world laughed and despised me, I had a person who needed me. That's all I need to be happy." Haku Yowane, "Daughter of White"
(I'll be adding more once I find ones that I like. Now, I know, I had more...)