I was rather fond of that old bio, but I must admit, it wasn't terribly accurate.

Below is a variety of fanfiction. Some of I wrote when I was twelve, and is therefore dire. Some of it I wrote last week, and may be a slightly better. At least I don't write Mary-Sues anymore, and have realised that writing scenes of a sexual nature is somewhat beyond me, which has improved the quality somewhat.

Writing about myself makes me talk like a pretentious twat. (Possibly because I am one...) I don't really sound like this, or at least, if I actually do, then it's no wonder people say I don't react well with my peer group. My peer group being Irish teenagers, they probably haven't the slightest idea what I'm talking about.

Neither do I. Generally.

One sensible thing I do want to add are my apolagies for my general slowness in my updates of "Champions". Since so many of you nice people seem to like it, I've been trying to get it out as quickly as possible. But what with school, my general swotiness, and insubstantial things like social lives, possible isn't often "quickly". So, I am sorry, and thank you for your patience.

Now, I'll end this blathering with a few lines from a sonnet by two lovely gentleman, Rimbaud and Verlaine:

Crumpled like a carnation, mauve and dim
It breathes, cowering humbly in the moss
Still wet with love which trickles down across
The soft slope of white buttocks to its rim.