It's the near future, 2078, and after four total world wars, Human kind is on the brink of extinction, all that remains is remnants of a once civilised society... And lots of life.

A short story about the meeting of a reaper and a rejected angel.

These are stories that I create during my English class on creative writing days. I hope you enjoy!

Remember that Silly Song from "King George and the Ducky"? Did you want the full story of "Endangered Love" in book format as much as I did? Well have we got a book for you.

Just various anime characters I've decided to draw~

You're Haruhi's Sister! You had been kidnapped at a young age, but when you're found you are greeted by a group of hotties! XD

Naomi Ginetawa is the new girl at Ouran High School. She is not rich like all the other students, she got in on a scholarship that may or may not have been stolen. She is the definition of trouble. The more the Host Club learn about her, the more they either want to hug her or throw her out a window. But one thing is certain: she will surely drain each of their credit cards before she "leaves".

| Completed | Trapped. That's all Rin felt. No one other than Yukio knew about his claustrophobia. How will the Exwires react when they find out after a mission goes wrong? Will Yukio be able to help him? I do not own Blue Exocist

One little girl who grew up on the streets being abused everyday by people she does n't know is saved by the new Kazekage. His name is Gaara and for some reason he finds it nessesary to help the poor girl. Just by taking her to a local hospital he changes her whole world.

My restless mind doesn't stop to think about things before suggesting them to me, pushing my hopes up. I often have debates with myself inside my head. Good thing nobody else hears it though, otherwise I'm certain I'd get some weird stares. My mind continues to argue with me, but really, I'm just arguing with myself. Maybe he likes you. He doesn't. What about the kiss? A dare, nothing more. You love him. Sure I do, but why would he love someone like me? Do I love him? That's a good question... Wait, why am I even thinking about this stuff? This is just me talking to myself, just me shooting possibilities out there, hopes and dreams that most certainly won't come true. I have sanity to realize this, but unfortunately, the other side of me thinks otherwise. You liked kissing him. STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!!! My heart races just at the thought. I did like kissing him. But it was only a dare. Stop reminding me about it, for god's sake! Maybe he liked it too. Probably not. Maybe he's thinking about you right now, as you are him. Ha! If only! Those last words echo in my mind. If only... If only he felt the same. Maybe he does, but I'm not about to bet my money on it. Probably not. Who would love me? If only... he did.