♥Hello!♥

[Through the storm and darkened clouds, there’s always light to be found!]

Welcome to a world where I will share whatever I have written or will write. I might have just one-shots, series starters, chapters, poems, or even short stories here for you to read. I don't mind creative criticism, so feedback is very much welcome. I hope you have a good time here and enjoy what you read, otherwise, what's the point? XD

Here's a list of my fave anime:

1) Full Metal Alchemist
2) Bleach
3) The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
3) Ouran High School Host Club
4) Tsubasa Chronicles
5) Cowboy Bebop
6) Miyazaki films
7) Tales of (series) animations
8) Samurai 7
9) Spiral
10) Air
11) Code Geass
12) Final Fantasy VII Advent Children

Anime Currently Watching: Elemental Gelade

Even though you may not see much fanfiction, you will however see a lot of my own original works of literature. So if you're a crazed-obsessed fan of fanfiction, you might want to try someplace else, just for a fair warning. And like I said, feedback is always appreciated. Remember to keep art alive and always have faith in your own goals and dreams! And I stress this...


[Through the storm and darkened clouds, there’s always light to be found!]

Life+Dreams+Reality

Reversed psychology... It's interesting, no? Yes, to me it certainly is. I'm going to experiment on this story. My goal is to see what happens when I mix reality and dreams with real life, and turn it into something else, but who knows what will happen. Guess we'll just have to find out, no? Well, here we go...

It all started when I was walking down a hallway, and I met someone unintentionally. He bumped into me, and I of course took the fall. I had my head down until he asked if I was all right. Yes, he said 'all right', not 'okay'. This caught my attention and I slowly lifted my head to look up at him. He was tall, much taller than I, at only about 5"5. He had longish golden bangs that hid the tips of his eyelashes, which made his steely blue eyes jump out at me. I gave a small gasp as he stretched out his hand to help me up. Was this for real?

"Are you all right?" He asked me again. I could feel his arms tense and then relax as he pulled me up. I was speechless, so I nodded. He wore simple faded jeans and a white long sleeved shirt. He looked to be the total opposite of myself. On this note, I looked down at my black coat and jeans. My dark hair fell into my pale face. He looked at me, concerned, as he reached out and brushed the hair away. I backed away shyly. "Excuse me..." I said, and quickly walked away as fast as I could.

That was the day everything changed. The rest of that day was normal, however. And I wasn't expecting anything more than that.

His Last Minutes: The Abridged Version Incompleted

Chapter One: Matt Matsumoto Sakuraba, the 16-year-old lead singer of his band, the Last Minutes, was walking home from a busy school day. He had sighed twelve times... Yes, he'd counted. It was only a Monday, and it was al...

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