Author has written 3 stories for Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
“Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe, shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish.”
Well hello there, my fellow Percy Jackson loving fans! (I'm assuming you guys are Percy Jackson fans because thats the only fanfic I've written so far--so why else would you be viewing my profile?) Any how--Welcome to my profile!!!
THURSDAY, MARCH 15, 2012
I AM ON A REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLYYYYYYY LONG HIATUS RIGHT NOWWWW!!!!! THE LAST TIME I UPDATED WAS 3 MONTHS AGO, AND I LEFT MY STORY "MAY THE BEST MAN WIN" ON A GIANT CLIFFHANGER BUT I CAN'T GET THE INSPIRATION TO FINISH THE STORY OFF, SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME! I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! D: HOPEFULLY I'LL FINISH THE STORY OFF BY THE END OF THE MONTH?? THANKS FOR BEING SO PATIENT GUYS!
Facts About Me:
Just Kiss Already!--Completed! :D
Just Remember Already!--SUPER LONG HIATUS; I PROBABLY WON'T UPDATE IT...IN LIKE...A REAAALLLY LONG TIME. D:
May the Best Man Win--In progress! :)
^^I have 3 words to say to you about these stories: READ & REVIEW!...because they're that awesome. :)
Just Kiss Already! (Pictures)
Annabeth's Summer Solstice Dress:
The Percy Jackson pledge:
A Hunger Games Addict’s Prayer-
I promise to remember Rue
like apples on trees.
The best ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for the good ones
because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that
aren't as good, but easy to reach. So the apples at the top
think something is wrong with them, when in reality,
They just have to wait
for the right boy to come
along, the one who's brave enough
to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful."
Close your eyes...picture me...what do you see?
I am only one person, with one mind, one soul, one heart.. but I have many faces.. Can you tell them apart?
Many say I have the face of an angel..strong and wise.. Look alittle closer.. Can you see the devil in my eyes?
In the morning when I awake.. I look in the mirror and ask my self.. Which face shall I wear today?
Do you see a women torn between who she is and who she wants to be?
Do you see my rage? I feel like the true me has been locked in a cage..
Can you see my confusion? Is this life just an illiusion?
Can you see my dreams?
Do you see my pain? I feel as if I am standing on the outside, looking in.. afraid of what may come..
Yet still thru each trial, I hold my head up and smile.. Acknowledge my prides..
So many faces… longing for embraces..
Now open your eyes.. look at me and tell me.. Who do you see?