Author has written 3 stories for Tangled, and Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
My name is Kristi, if you couldn't tell by my username. I absolutely love reading. Once I become obsessed with something, it's all I focus on. Right now, my focus is on Tangled, the awesome new Disney Princess movie.
I've written many, many stories on this website before, starting when I was around thirteen, and I completely forgot my username from back then. I'm glad, though, because those stories were probably (no, definitely) horrible and I don't know why I thought I was such a brilliant writer back then. I plan on writing my own, original story eventually, but for now I'm practicing my form and style with fanfiction. I'm nineteen now, and hopefully a better writer. Thanks for taking the time to read all of this useless information.
I am currently working on a Tangled piece about Flynn/Eugene's past. We know all about Rapunzel, but almost nothing about him, so this idea popped into my head one day and I was able to start writing about it. Chapter One is written, but I don't plan on posting anything until the whole story is done, because I have the habit of not finishing anything. I don't want to subject more readers to yet another unfinished story. Also, I might change the story line a bit. I already have. So who knows.
I am also writing some oneshots now and then. They are in the story "Little Victories". I will read and consider any suggestions, so feel free to PM me some.
Here is a small excerpt for you from my long story, which is currently between titles, because you took the time to read my profile!
Her face turned bright red and she attempted to get the satchel back. “Look, it’s not… It’s not what you think. I’m just… Mrs. Peterson fired me and I need to eat somehow, right?”
His face softened. “Rosie…”
She glared at him. “What? I don’t need your pity, Jonathan. I just need to get out of here. Give me my bag and let me go.”
He seemed to debate something for a second, but tossed her the bag. She caught it right before it hit the ground.
“And mind your own business!” she called out as she ran from the busy street. When she looked behind her, he was still standing there, watching her. She blushed again and kept running.