Author has written 18 stories for Inuyasha, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Harry Potter.
People like to tell me I'm insane, and I'm not sure if I should believe them or not...so...you can judge me for yourself. Before you ask, no, I'm not on drugs, I'm just hyper and depressed. Weird combination, but it works. Now, savvy this...I like pie. Random. Haha! Yes, I'm random, score for me. Let's party! w00t! w00t!
All right, I'm done. Party over, get out of here. Good dog. Now, maybe I should tell you about me and my wonderful writing style. You'd like that wouldn't you? Mmhmm, I knew it all along, you can't keep secrets from me, I know everything,
Where shall I begin? Once upon a time...pfft...nah. sadly life isn't a adorbale little fairy tale with talking animals and magic fairies. Sad isn't it? Let's try again.
Once, in the world that was painted black, where shadows hovered over your shoulder, waiting when you were alone, so they could lash out, and take you for their own...
See, much better. Now, where was I? Oh yes. I'm Kyra. Now, if you can't say it, it's okay. My nickname - I have many - is, either Kirara or Kiki. Yea, blame my friend, she came up with the nicknames, /and/ she got me hooked on InuYasha. It's my drug now. Just like crack, it's a drug too. But I'm not addicted to it, never tried it, never will...remember kiddies, HUGS NOT DRUGS. Say it with me...DRUGS NOT HUGS. Uh, I mean HUGS NOT DRUGS. Phew, that was a close one. Now, my age...guess...
I'm one hundred seventy six years old. How spiffeh am I? I don't look a day over thirteen either, because I'm not. Haha! Fooled you! Yea, I'm sure I did...Mmhmm...I go to...well, the shcool is a big load of horse dung, so I will not say the name, for I will bring shame upon myself and anyone else who has the curse of going there. Hell on Earth is what /I/ call it, because I think it is. Simply put.
Yes, I agree that's enough about hyper old me, so why don't we talk about you? Why? I don't like you, haha. Actually, I have no idea who in the heck you are...so therefore, I have no desire to talk about strange people. Not that you're /strange/, I just don't know you. Get it now? Good.
I like to write. w00t! I like to write depressing love stories, the type that make you wanna cry until you die. Hey, that rhymed. I like poems too...of coure, they're depressing too. Well, /some/ of them. Some are happy and giddy, but most are...bleck...someone always dies, or they're in tears, or their memories are killing them. Yepper Pepper.
I hate to put a DISCLAIMER on my stories so let's just agree that the songs, characters, and books that I write about are NOT my creation. I do NOT get credit for them, just for my lovely poems. So take that! I can't get yelled at by you crazy psycho people about that anymore.
Now, if you don't like something I write, don't start dissing me, it's not cool. I can get you back for it, and I will. You don't like it, too bad, don't read it again. But don't send me hate mail and ignorant reviews. It's stupid, and really, really, low.
I'm bored now, and I need to write some more stories. If I think of anything more, I'll be sure to put it in here, if I fell up to it, but I'm actually too lazy most of the time. Heh. Have fun reading my awsome stories. peace out homie. Nah, just...toodles. I ain't a Gangsta. Just a regular...teenage...girl...I know I'm a girl...I just hope I'm normal. Like...skin, hair, two eyes, ten figners...last time I checked I was good, anyway...
I just wanted to tell you, that when my friend is here, we can get a bit mean. Forgive us, but we're cracked up on ramen and stuff, and we're actually just trying to help...though we may be a little...eh...rude.
Yes, this is XWiltedxxRosesX. I just needed a new Pen Name, that one was getting annoying. I'm random...I told you.