Error//: System failure: ://Search: Sawyer Woods ///Available Information/// At a young age, convicted killer Sawyer Woods murdered her mother by using a letter opener to stab her 10 times through the chest. Child claimed to have seen a beast. Psychological tests turned up a perfectly fine psyche and she was proven guilty of murder and given four life sentences after multiple assaults on her guards. A multitude of years later Sawyer was freed through bribing guards by *error// no name found* and has not been spotted since. ////ERROR ERROR ERROR//// _Immediate system shut down required_ Closing;;;

Ever since my brain figured out the realities of life, I knew I was different. Not magical, exactly, just that I was a four year old girl who loved to play with wooden swords instead of Barbie's. At the age of 11, I loved to fight instead of experience with makeup and fashion like most girls. I hung out with guys throughout most of my childhood. I'd like to play Angels and Demons with my friends, a made-up game where one of us was the Angel, one of us was the Demon, and one of us was the little human who always could conquer whichever one was in the wrong. Sometimes it was the Angel, other times, the Demon. But the human would always win, every time. I was obsessed with the Supernatural, and I believed in it too. There were several occasions where I would have experiences with ghosts, where everyone I knew thought I was being dramatic, or looking for attention. But I knew, with my own eyes and heart, that everything I saw was real. That's why the experience I had with the Winchesters didn't surprise me all that much. At first, I was happy someone believed me... After a while, I learned I wished I was crazy. ***** I read every comment, and they're all appreciated. I do not own any part of Supernatural. Thank you all for reading and getting me to where I am :) Sequel: Through the Supernatural

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy written by William Shakespeare early in his career about two young star-crossed lovers whose deaths ultimately reconcile their feuding families. It was among Shakespeare's most popular plays during his lifetime and along with Hamlet, is one of his most frequently performed plays. Today, the title characters are regarded as archetypal young lovers. Cover done by @zuko_42