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Hey! I guess you found my profile. Here's where I put the latest info about myself, and my writing, but mostly my writing. So... here goes. Umm. My name's Katy, and that's all you need to know unless you already know me, in which case, you probably know more than just my name. So, my writing. I've been writing for half a year now, last year I hated writing and would avoid making descriptions of any kind, but now I'm really into writing stories and plan to become an author. I've got two independent stories that I'm writing on my own, and two that I have been writing with my friend. My most recent one is about a boy named Eko who can see the future. He has sandy hair and ice blue eyes and he's a bit of a loner. He doesn't get along with most people, but he might be able to befriend someone if he thinks he can trust them. I've got a bit written in that story, so here's an excerpt: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Terror. Despair. Frantic. She ran through an unknown street. Far from home. Dark figure closing in. Cornered. Terror. Frantic. Pleading. Shadowed form coming closer. Desperate. She tries to escape. He grabs her. Death Eko jolted awake, falling out of the hammock he slept in. Another premonition. This would happen soon. Eko grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his mop of sandy hair. He fastened his dagger sheaths to the insides of his wrists, making sure to double-check the hidden blades in his boots. Many a time they had spared his life in a tight spot, and Eko was sure that there were many more tight spots to come. He quickly tied a belt around his waist, looping the rope around the scabbard of his long sword. Eko strode out the door to his temporary home, taking the stairs leading to the street two at a time. As he stepped out the doorway into the dim moonlight--it was only a sliver tonight, almost a new moon--he closed his eyes, going over his premonition again, trying to make out any street signs or shop fronts. No such luck. It looked like he would have to wander the streets and just hope that he would find the girl before someone else did. Eko set off down the streets with a sigh; this would be a long night. He passed stall after stall, filled with foods and trinkets and plants where everyone could see. And where everyone couldn't see, were the drugs and weapons of the underground market. Sideways glances were shot his way when a tavern light caught the smooth metal of his blade, sending an arc of light through the dark shadows. People took him to be with the government. A spy, or part of the secret police, but he didn't care; the less unwanted attention he got the better. Eko was in no need of human interaction. He was pretty bad at dealing with people anyways--well, the friendly ones. He glanced down alley after alley with no trace of the girl from his premonition. A few hours had passed, and Eko was about to give up when he heard a piercing scream. It was the girl from his premonition, he was sure. He dashed toward the sound, narrowly avoiding a merchant stationed at the street corner, selling bread. He yelled something incomprehensible in another language, but Eko ignored him, eyes and ears open. He was intent on finding this girl, because if he didn't, Eko wouldn't get any sleep until he had the next vision, which could last for days. He never could tell when he would have another premonition; they just came. Eko couldn't exactly remember when they had started, only that he was very young and didn't know what was happening to him. He had told his parents, then they had sent him away. To a school for special people. Years later, Eko found out that by special, his parents meant insane. He had escaped from the asylum and wandered through the dense woods surrounding it for days. His memories from that time spent in the woods were muddled and he didn't know exactly how he had gotten out of the woods, but in the end, he had wound up in this town. Now he was living in a small abandoned apartment, sleeping in a hammock that he made himself, and living off of the castoff scraps of food from the restaurant across the street. It was a long stretch from the comfortable life he had lived with his parents, but it was much better. No one to judge him, to call him insane or stupid. No way. Eko was happy. Another shriek filled the night. Nobody on the street even batted an eyelash. These things happened so often, that they had become accustomed to it. The sounds of the dying was just another sound that came with living in the city. Eko gritted his teeth and came around a corner. There was the girl. She was cowering on the ground, covering her head with her hands as someone beat her with a club. "Hey!" Eko yelled. "Leave her alone!" A little cheesy, but it got the attacker's attention. He spun around, club raised, ready to smash in the face of whoever stopped his fun. "Get away from her you numbskull!" he goaded, drawing the assailant's attention away from the bruised girl. "Yeah, that's right! I'm talking to you moron!" The man let out a howl of rage and charged at him, swinging the club furiously. Eko took a few jogging steps backwards to make sure that he was being followed, then he turned and ran, calling random insults over his shoulder. When he had gotten far enough away from the alley, he turned on his aggressor, pulling out his sword. "Got a problem with me?" he hissed, angling his sword point at the man's throat. The man swallowed, then dropped his club, raising his hands in surrender. "Ah. Not so tough when youre fighting someone of the same gender, eh?" Eko laughed. Then he spat at the man, a glob of saliva hitting his face with a disgusting splat. "Don't ever let me see you near her again." He growled. "What? Is she your girl or something?" the man asked, pulling the remnants of his ego back together for one last strike at Eko. "Never seen her in my life, but if I see you go within one hundred yards of her, you're a dead man." Eko threatened, jabbing the man in the stomach with the point of his sword. "Now get lost before I change my mind about letting you live." The man hesitated, then ran full-out away from Eko and the alleyway where the girl was. Eko stared after him for a few moments, then walked slowly back to his apartment, falling into his hammock and curling into a ball. He was asleep in seconds.

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