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- Name
- Melissa
- Age
- 21
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- Great Britain (UK)
- Joined date
- September 11th, 2007
Stories
Twenty Twenty-Nine
Latest update: Part 4 on May 15th, 2009The Hotel Bella Muerte
Latest update: Part 11 on April 21st, 2009Someone to Cure that Itch
Latest update: Part 3 on April 21st, 2009Gerard's Game
Latest update: Part 23 on April 21st, 2009Arcane
Latest update: Part 9 on March 15th, 2009Exit Music
Latest update: Part 7 on March 15th, 2009The Black Parade
Latest update: Part 15 on March 3rd, 2009Will You Be My Valentines?
Latest update: Part 12 on February 19th, 2009Kiss Me Quick
Latest update: Part 10 on February 11th, 2009A Siren's Song
Latest update: Part 16 on December 11th, 2008
Friends
Psyche Adrenaline
Freesus
LellaBella
It's In The Blood.
Elephant Shell
Veela_Hugz
Freakazette!
Jenova's Witness
natwerezompirenstein
oblivionsrequiemAbout
My name is Melissa. I am a figment of your imagination. I come from a planet far, far away. I quite like your earth music, and thus have taken a liking to writing bizarre fanfics about my favourite bands, namely My Chemical Romance.
I love reading all of your lovely stories, and if you read and review mine I will read and review yours, it is only a fair enough deal. And I expect you to understand this as your primitive species has finally reached the sophistication age.
To quote Douglas Adams:
There are three stages of evolution, Survival, Enquiry and Sophistication. Better known as the How? Why? And Where? Stages. For example:
How can we eat?
Why do we eat?
Where shall we have lunch?
DON'T PANIC!
Je ne t'entends pas!
Disclaimer (or cop out to be precise): I am not a novelist (sorry) my grammar and spelling is atrocious (the only reason this is slightly correct is because of spell check (god bless spell check, amen)) I am a storyteller, you know the kind that sit around campfires all day telling stories? So bare that in mind as you delve into the mysteries of the written word, lol, ah the ability to be pretentious and nearly get away with it, beautiful.
coz life isn't F?nkyfied enough
Funded by little old ladies looking for their last thrill on the way to the cemetery
"It's one hundred and six miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a packet of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."
"Are you the police?"
"No, ma'am, we're musicians."
"Your garden is looking rather homosexual today."
"If we're going somewhere where I won't need a boa then I don't want to go."
"Either the BBC believes in Doctor Who or not, but how am I supposed to make seventeen monsters out of this?"
"Hermits united, we meet up every ten years, swap stories about caves, it's good fun, for Hermits"
"That ones for Ianto, Risen Mitten, Life Knife, and the good old fashioned stun gun."
"Mademoiselle, with these maps you are really spoiling us."
I love reading all of your lovely stories, and if you read and review mine I will read and review yours, it is only a fair enough deal. And I expect you to understand this as your primitive species has finally reached the sophistication age.
To quote Douglas Adams:
There are three stages of evolution, Survival, Enquiry and Sophistication. Better known as the How? Why? And Where? Stages. For example:
How can we eat?
Why do we eat?
Where shall we have lunch?
DON'T PANIC!
Je ne t'entends pas!
Disclaimer (or cop out to be precise): I am not a novelist (sorry) my grammar and spelling is atrocious (the only reason this is slightly correct is because of spell check (god bless spell check, amen)) I am a storyteller, you know the kind that sit around campfires all day telling stories? So bare that in mind as you delve into the mysteries of the written word, lol, ah the ability to be pretentious and nearly get away with it, beautiful.
coz life isn't F?nkyfied enough
Funded by little old ladies looking for their last thrill on the way to the cemetery
"It's one hundred and six miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a packet of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."
"Are you the police?"
"No, ma'am, we're musicians."
"Your garden is looking rather homosexual today."
"If we're going somewhere where I won't need a boa then I don't want to go."
"Either the BBC believes in Doctor Who or not, but how am I supposed to make seventeen monsters out of this?"
"Hermits united, we meet up every ten years, swap stories about caves, it's good fun, for Hermits"
"That ones for Ianto, Risen Mitten, Life Knife, and the good old fashioned stun gun."
"Mademoiselle, with these maps you are really spoiling us."
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