Author has written 2 stories for Hunger Games, and Artemis Fowl.
Tiffu. 16. Australian.
Likes: Reading, writing, composing, piano, clarinet, knitting and hockey.
Dislikes: When I cook food for people and they don't care.
Updates/News on "The Adventures of Minerva Paradizo"
I'm designing a new cover for the story, as I personally thing this one is a bit bland, it probably turns people away from the story because of the utter blandness. (I can insult it because I drew it myself, before you ask).
So I decided I would sketch a new one, I was going to upload it the same time as I uploaded chapter 11, then I realized I really should update without delay, so it will be up asap.
Also, I am changing the name to "Smart Girls Think Fast", as I think it is more suitable to the story, also, the old one was a bit long and...boring. You know.
Hm...what else. I'll try to update as soon as I can, but no promises. I have to re-plan the whole thing again thanks to my stupid computer who likes to die at crucial moments.
My main work currently is 'The Adventures of Minerva Paradizo.' I'm thinking of changing the name to "Smart Girls Think Fast" and will do so soon. I just need to get a cover and I shall.
I have side projects I am working on, a few non-fanfiction pieces and a few Artemis Fowl ones. I generally write original stories so I post a lot more on a different site.
I've recently (okay, today) rekindled my love for the Companions Quartet after reading a fanfic today(never heard of it? Not surprised. Look it up: Secret of the Sirens - Julia Golding), which was pretty cool. I'm planning a one-shot and considering a new story. But with all my projects at the moment, not likely to be written any time soon. :P
Unfortunately, I only have one completed work, which is "Let the Games Begin..." which is a Hunger Games one-shot. Please take time to check it out, it won't take too much of your time. I'm not continuing it, no amount of pressure will make me, just clearing that up. Honestly, I have no idea how that would happen, as I think the character dies anyway. Meh. Stuff shall be finished in time.
"I don't like lollipops." Artemis Fowl II, Artemis Fowl.
“Holly frowned at her. "Glad to see you've forgiven yourself so quickly."
“Can we please focus? We are supposed to be professionals." Holly said.
"Not me!" said Orion cheerily, "I'm just a Teenager with hormones running wild and may I say, young fairy lady, they're running wild in your direction.”
“Look!" said Foaly, pointing with some urgency into the vast steel-gray gloom, "Someone who cares!”
“I can grow cameras!" she had shrieked at the Brill brothers during one briefing. "Who's to say that despicable centaur Foaly hasn't succeded in splicing surveillance equiptment to plants? So get rid of all the flowers. Rocks, too. I don't trust them. Sullen little blebers.”
"Me," Artemis blurted. "I'm the nut."
Artemis could have sworn the squid winked at him before bringing the five-ton chunk of spacecraft swinging down toward the morsel of meat in its blue shell.
“Maybe I owe you something too, human," she said, drawing her pistol. Butler almost reacted, but decided to give Holly the benefit of the doubt.
Captain Short plucked a gold coin from her belt, flicking it fifty feet into the moonlit sky. With one fluid movement, she brought her weapon up and loosed a single blast. The coin rose another fifty feet, then spun earthward. Artemis somehow managed to snatch it from the air. The first cool movement of his young life.
"Nice shot," he said. The previously solid disk now had a tiny hole in the center.
Holly held out her hand, revealing the still raw scar on her finger. "If it wasn't for you, I would have missed altogether. No mech-digit can replicate that kind of accuracy. So, thank you too, I suppose."
Artemis held out the coin.
"No," said Holly. "You keep it, to remind you."
"To remind me?"
Holly stared at him frankly. "To remind you that deep beneath the layers of deviousness, you have a spark of decency. Perhaps you could blow on that spark occasionally."
Artemis closed his fingers around the coin. It was warm against his palm.