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I need to start using this bloody thing more, whether for my little writing snippets, poems, ideas, etc., or for actual venting.

Now watch this be the only post for another several months ._.;
afireinthesnow: (Voices with good ideas)
So, any family/close friends who see this already know quite a bit about the situation with my first ex boyfriend. The one I will always consistently refer to as "my ex", "that fucker", and several others followed by long streams of expletives.

This particular ex of mine has a talent for stalking. I mean fuck, it has to be his only talent because it's the only thing he's good at other than being a whiny jackass.

Last year I changed my FurAffinity, my MSN, and my DeviantART usernames to Crossed-Unversed to avoid him. He knew nothing about that username; I had never used it or mentioned anything similar to it.

Somehow, he found the MSN, and from there he found the FA account. Somehow he doesn't have my DA, probably because I always complained about it and I hope beyond all hope that he took that to mean I never use DA.

Well, when I blocked him on MSN, he made a gmail account and tried to friend me there. The original reason for changing my Gmail in the first place years ago was-- you guessed it, avoiding him.

After blocking him there as well, he decided to make a new Furaffinity account. How do I know this?

I posted two journals over there about my birthday. One four days before when it was beginning to sink in that I was almost 17, and then one the day of my birthday.

A person who didn't watch me or any of my friends commented on the first one with, "... Happy early Birthday. I hope you have a good day, and get something awesome. I also wish happiness and joy upon to you hereafter... Thank you for your time. Bye."

Now, that was a little random, but I was like, huh, alright, sweet. Birthday wishes from a stranger. Right on.

He also commented on the second one...

"...Again, happy birthday. I hope you enjoyed it... "

Call me weird, but I talked enough with this fucker when we were together to know his typing style. By this point I was suspicious. One, in the first comment he left me, it felt somehow strained, like the writer wasn't used to typing that way.

But I was chill, y'know? I just replied with, "Again, thank you, and honestly, it could have been better."

"Why did you not have a good birthday? What's wrong? "

"Erm, considering you are a complete stranger to me, I'd rather not discuss it with you. I'm sorry."

Okay, so maybe setting that as a trap was bad. I knew that if it was actually who I thought, he'd give it away here. If not, the person would be chill and I'd drop suspicions.

"You... Actually know me. I'm just going to be a stubborn cunt and not tell you who I am though. =]"

Oh. Hello there, Thomas. Nice to see you're still making new accounts just to stalk me.
afireinthesnow: (Angrydome)
If there is one thing that can be said about me, it is that I am extremely protective of my family, blood or otherwise.

This is especially true in the case of my adopted little sister, Madison.

Madison is bisexual, and recently, her first girlfriend (and relationship) broke up with her, and would not give a clear-cut reason for why. Madi has been torn up and hurting since winter break over this girl.

Today, we both found out that her ex broke up with her to be with another girl we both know. One whom I still hold a grudge against due to her beating Madi and the aforementioned ex and messing with their heads two summers ago.

Madison is even more broken-hearted over this revelation, and I want to bust some heads. I have wanted to yell at her ex for breaking her heart for no real reason for a while now. I now have the added desire to find her and her new girlfriend and smash their heads together if they try to kiss.

I believe it is time to go human hunting. *grabs his knife*.

I'll be damned if I let these two get away with hurting my baby sister like this.


Jan. 4th, 2013 10:19 pm
afireinthesnow: (Primeval: Idiot voice)
I wrote this poem during Biology and forgot to upload it to any site.
After the shooting in Connecticut, my school had a moment of silence for the lives lost.
two boys sitting behind me had been discussing their Jordans before the announcement.
Seconds after the entire class fell silent, they continued whispering about their shoes.
Naturally, this pissed me off.
Anger and depression tend to fuel my poetry the most, so this was born.

Silent moments tell of respect.
Your speech reeks of arrogance.
Are your Jordans so important
you cannot quiet yourself for a minute?
That could have been your little sister,
baby brother, cut down.
Families weep.
But to you, shoes
are greater than death.
Will your shoes replace lost lives?
Bring families back together?
Will your shoes take back
the bullets to their gun?
Will your precious shoes
bring the dead back to life?


Shut your mouth
lest I sew it closed.
Be thankful you have the gift of life
and give respect for those
who lost theirs.
afireinthesnow: (TDG Pain)
Information: A story I wrote for my 8th grade English class in December. I haven't touched this story since, so there's probably some things that could be better.

Background info: Date unknown - Conventional methods for dating, aka "years" were forgotten as the climate grew more and more hostile to human habitation and scientific advances. Space-travel is once again impossible as many of the world's greatest scientists have died out, and with sand getting into the machinary, most forms of mechanical weaponry are also inoperable. The countries as known in what was once called 2010 are no more, and the Atlantic ocean no longer exists, though the Pacific still remains [in a smaller form].

Main race on Earth - Humans
Other races/species found: Daemons, Angels, Hellhounds, Devil's Tigers, Striikrs, Shadow-Touched, Shapeshifters, Cherubs, MatchMakers

Climate: Mostly hot and arid, excepting in the region of Dreabosk, where the last forests of the world remain. Much of the land is desert despite plentiful rains, and the main plants found are odd species of cacti [known as Bomburi and Feltspa, respectfully] and the occasional hardy shrub or weed.

Exceptions include the Angel Realm and Hell, both of which are more like the Earth was in the 1990's, though still with their own differences.

The Realm of the Angels [the so-called Heaven] is generally found to be "just right" no matter who you are or what your personal preferences are. For example, the temperature might be a comfortable 58 degrees to one person, but to the one standing two feet away from them it might appear to be in the upper 70's. Rain and other weather effects will affect every person currently roaming the Realm at the time, regardless of whether or not they enjoy it.

The Daemon Realm [Hell] is much the same, excepting that the temperature is set for everyone, because the heat tends to suit the largest collection of Daemons and other Daemon-kin that inhabit the Realm. The sun is also different, as there are actually two of them, casting a rusty red glow on everything they shine upon. There is no Satan, though just as with the Angels there is a Council of Daemons, the most powerful in all the Realms. They govern the Dae of the world and they dictate punishment should a law be broken.

Y'know what else was cute, bitch? The way you were making out with the floor. )
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Needed information: This is a freewrite from my story about my character Sira Nightfyre. It focuses on her after a recent breakup, experiencing it for the first time, and she copes with loud music. The boss of her corporation [assassin] doesn't have much compassion, and sends his best worker and Sira's mentor, Aeydan, to shut her up.


More screaming. Lovely. )
afireinthesnow: (Default)
just perhaps
I am crazy
but I love to be alone.
oh perhaps
I'm too lazy
to move very far from my home.
But there's people out there
about which I can't care
cause they're driving me up
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A canopy of broken dreams
above one small girl's dying screams
her heart is gone, her soul a fire
lighting the way to her funeral pyre.
Now the Reaper laughs at her end
a shattered heart too gone to mend
her eyes are clear as panes of glass
this written poem is her last.
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Needed information: This is a freewrite scene from the life story of my character Sira Nightfyre. In here she is a teenager, still in training with her assassin corporation. She is being held as a prisoner of war, and her mentors Aeydan (vampyr) and Nakavi (shapeshifter) have come to her rescue. Sira's age here is thirteen, and the POV is that of Aeydan.


Someone wants to die tonight... )


Jan. 16th, 2011 03:43 pm
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Title: Chocolate
Author: [ profile] hellcatwriter
Fandom: Primeval

Something... with orange, right? )


Jan. 16th, 2011 03:39 pm
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Title: Regrets
Author: [ profile] hellcatwriter
Fandom: Primeval

He would have liked to go on that date. )


Jan. 16th, 2011 03:36 pm
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Title: Lily
Author: [ profile] hellcatwriter
Fandom: Harry Potter

He never got the chance to apologize... )


Jan. 16th, 2011 03:33 pm
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Title: Love
Author: [ profile] hellcatwriter
Fandom: Primeval

Somewhere between her handing him the knife and him taking it, he just blurted it out. )
afireinthesnow: (Default)
Title: The Right Thing To Say
Chapter: --
Author: [ profile] hellcatwriter
Fandom: Harry Potter

Plea? Over that freckled little brat? Impossible. )


Jan. 16th, 2011 03:24 pm
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Title: Forgiven
Chapter: --
Author: [ profile] hellcatwriter
Fandom: Primeval

He had once asked her out while delerious, close to death and, oh, he forgot to mention, IN A RELATIONSHIP. )
afireinthesnow: (Default)
Title: Kira's Little Helper
Chapter: --
Author: [ profile] hellcatwriter
Fandom: Death Note

Kira had avenged the deaths of her parents. )


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