"You missed me, huh?" she murmured, a slck smile enveloped. She sat down in her leathery office chair, opening up a writing program.

She didn't know why she ever stopped. Her love for the dashing and seemingly sexy Skeleton-detective was at an all time high. Oh crap. She lied. Last time she checked, Ghastly just kicked the bucket and...well... things have been tense and dull of late. No matter though. Her heart brought her new places over these past few years.

Knuckles cracking, feet propped up, wireless gaming keyboard resting on her lap, she only had one thing on her mind. Yaoi. And good god, she had a huge drive for that stuff right now.

She glanced to her right, a big matte drawing tablet was beckoning to be drawn on. The sensation of swiping the black pen on the surface felt so smooth and soothing to the touch. She always preffered her craft as a more visual piece of work... Screw it, she abandoned the writer and plugged in the tablet. She didn't bear any ideas, but some will appear soon, it always does. A good moment passed before the digital handshake went through. Before anything else, she tapped the surface of the plastic.

Nothing. Damn

It was such a mish-and-a-half to reinstall and restart. She returned her attention the keyboard, opened up the writer and- oh my, what was she doing?

Writing?

Writing what?

Stumped due to missing ideas, lost inspirations, she opened up her home-away-from-home: deviantART.

Nothing new

Email?

Well, new follower on her ghostrider fanfic that was dropped.

She felt bad for these folks

She didn't take up writing anymore

Hell, English was her worst class.

She had no flow to her sentences, bloody awful grammar and simply lost that drive.

And look at this writing, She thought, looking back through here skulduggery fanfics, I knew I was bad then, but now THIS bad, honestly, whhyyyy. She only kept her dumb, shameful account to follow on more current fanfics of doctor who and transformers.

And her characters. Major 'sues' Vendetta Dare was, an out-going generic punk who was a shapesifter and necromancer and just...wow, okay.

Yet there was still a genuine feeling that left a mark on her. Vendetta, Reif, Mimi...all of them, were still her first characters, and each one was better than the last.

Later that summer, the girl got her first drawing tablet and forgot the silly notion of writing and hopped aboard the SS digital artist, leaving her fantasy detective world in search of something close to her. Something alien-

WOW OKAY

THATS ENOUGH

UGHHH

Hi there

Do you remember me? Originally darkandtwisted13?

Hi there guys...

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Sorry for abandoning you

scarring you with my awful writing, though you stuck around for that good year.

I want to say that I've moved on, and thank god I did

As much as I love the traditional writing-on-paper sensation, I much prefer drawing.

Some of you know I've migrated to deviantART under the user 0tt0maton

Oh boy, you're gunna be in shock if you ever do decide to check it out.

Don't get me wrong, writing was definitely that lil' spark that sent my mind into one of an artists thoughts

and I've made good friends off of this website

just wow

I miss those kinds words, even though I don't write, I always jump back to those reviews and swell up

I'm getting sappy now

but you get the point

So this is my "official" farewell