I've decided to close this account.
I'm tired of this account. Tired of pressures to update, tired of the constant weight over my head for this -- I'm a teenager with a life outside of fanfiction, believe it or not.
I'm tired of being known as WriteDrunk. Tired of living off of the success of one or two books, when the books that I think deserve actual recognition get none. The stories I'm known for absolutely suck. They are not my best. I don't want to be judged for something I made a year or two ago.
I'm leaving all of my completed stories up, but the current ones, such as Lights, Camera, Ashton!, Bad, and Anonymous Playlist are being taken down and deleted. These ideas are not up for sale as they were not of my creation.
I really want to thank you guys for everything. You've given me the confidence and courage to write and to keep on it, to stay creative and keep my imagination high. I don't deserve any of you or what you've done for me, because it may not seem like you did much but every single fucking read or vote or comment pulled me a little bit farther out of my head and into the person that I want to be.
But just because I'm closing this account, doesn't mean I'm not opening a new one.
If you want my new account, PM me here and I'll give it to you. I don't want this everywhere just yet. I want to see where my account goes because of the stories there. Not because of an announcement on a past account.
Thank you guys so fucking much. I love you for being you all the way to Pluto and back.
-Katie
(P.S. this story will have no epilogue. Halfway through what I had planned, I decided that maybe you should create your own epilogue. Do you think Michael and Calum will stay together? Break up? Will Michael read the letters from Luke? It is completely up to you what you think should happen. Have fun. Be creative.)
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