Author has written 4 stories for Vampire Academy.
This account is closed as far as writing goes. I still read and review sometimes, and I still beta-read, but I don't write anymore. I think I'm just past my fanfiction stage.
Please Note: I have deleted all Twilight stories and The Storm of Death. I hate them. They will not be coming back -- unless for some strange reason you PM me and ask me to send you my copies of the stories. I think I still have a copy of each story in Word somewhere. I'm not exactly sure why anyone would want them, but they are with me. I simply refuse to make them public any longer. I'll leave up all other Vampire Academy stories, even though I don't particularly like them either. Sadly, I still have to meet my word quota to be able to beta.
Beta-Reading: Profile reactivated. I'm still taking a lot of hard classes, but I quit my job due to stress overload, so I'm quite happy to take on new beta jobs now if you want me.
Also, I did change my profile picture after...what, a year? Year and a half? Anyway, that's my favorite photo from prom up there now. I think it defines our personalities well.
If you want to check out my original work, my Fictionpress account is SonicThePorcupine. Everything there is old except my poetry -- some of that is pretty recent.
I'm nineteen, American, and work full-time as a barista. I spend my days steaming love into every latte, playing with my puppy, reading, cleaning, going laser tagging with my friends, and texting my boyfriend who goes to college about an hour away. I'm saving up money to move out of my parents' house and excited to live in my own apartment.
I've been writing stories since I knew how to string two words together, and as a result of that I've always had an excellent grasp of spelling and grammar. I'm the person who can walk by a sign and have no idea what the whole thing said, but I can tell you there was a typo in the fourth word on the second line. I absolutely lost it when a line of text on the game I was playing used "to" instead of "too." I actually really enjoy beta-reading and feel sad when I have no jobs, and have now started offering free proofreading of essays to the other girls on my floor.
In my real life, I put up a sweet, quiet front until you get to know me, at which point you realize that I'm actually twisted and sardonic. This side comes out strongly in my writing. My main characters are so flawed that it sometimes takes me several minutes to think of their strengths, and they tend to die a lot. Violence, sex, and torture feature prominently. I wear the shell of a quiet, introspective honor student who would never dream of such things...but then you open my notebook.
Favorite Books and Series
- Series Title (First Book, if Different): Author -
Harry Potter (and the Sorcerer's Stone): J.K. Rowling
Vampire Academy: Richelle Mead
The Morganville Vampires (Glass Houses): Rachel Caine
Bloodlines: Richelle Mead
Age of X (Gameboard of the Gods): Richelle Mead
Gone with the Wind: Margaret Mitchell
The Count of Monte Cristo: Alexandre Dumas
The Mortal Instruments (City of Bones): Cassandra Clare
Dark Swan (Storm Born): Richelle Mead
Cainsville (Omens): Kelley Armstrong
Unwind: Neil Shusterman
Blood of Eden (The Immortal Rules): Julie Kagawa
The Infernal Devices (Clockwork Angel): Cassandra Clare
Divergent: Veronica Roth
Georgina Kincaid (Succubus Blues): Richelle Mead
The Hunger Games: Suzanne Collins
Wildefire: Karsten Knight
Strange Angels: Lili St. Crow
The Host: Stephenie Meyer
Curse Workers (White Cat): Holly Black
Disliked Books and Series
Twilight: Stephenie Meyer
House of Night (Marked): P.C. Cast
Caster Chronicles (Beautiful Creatures): Kami Garcia
The Immortals (Evermore): Alyson Noel
Matched: Ally Condie
Fallen: Lauren Kate
Hush, Hush: Becca Fitzpatrick
Ultraviolet: R.J. Anderson
I offer these as a warning -- don't fangirl to me about these books. There will be bad results.
I believe that music should come from the soul, not a computer.
I created the sound of madness,
He found a home in hell
I crashed into you
Your reflection's all you're worth
I know my way back, I don't want to go
I didn't mean to let you down
I dyed these white lies black
Bury all the records in the backyard
Hands on the mirror
I still remember the world
Who's behind the painted face?
You poor, sweet, innocent thing,
I don't care what you think
Can't break the silence, it's breaking me
Take one of those and two of these
I meant it when I said
Depression's like a big fur coat
You'll always be the wind under my wings
Tell me, command me