Now some of you may be wondering where ive been for the longest time.
Ive been hard at work designing concepts for stories. one of them….is a romance, but before you laugh at me and say im writing another twilight disaster (darkangelkieru) its not your typical romance. Its what I like to call “ p sychotic romance”
Here is a preview to show you what I mean,(note: all the names and so forth are not final, this is just a preview that im getting off the top of my head)

Chapter 2
New york city 2367
For days john wondered what had happened to his wife, after that insane man bit her she had been acting funny, and the wound, despite the visits to the hospital. was beginning to rot. the doctors were dumbfounded, they tried everything to heal her, antibiotics, rabies shots and various miracle medications developed in the last century that cured mostly anything. After years of treatment john gave up, the economy was too tight to be spending on doctors these days. He would take care of her. “ p erhaps I should check on her” he thought to himself, he walked into his bedroom and the usual putrid stench assailed his nostrils. Lara was asleep with her hands folded across her chest, her neck was full of pale gray veins spreading down to her chest, her skin from the neck down was a morbidly beautiful grayish white. He touched her forehead and she smiled. “are you doing ok lara? ”she moaned and opened her eyes, which were a grayish blue”weak, hungry” she mumbled john stroked her blue hair and touched her blackened lips, she licked his hands and bit his pointer finger off “ow goddamn!!!!” he screamed but he continued to stroke her face. As Lara chewed hungrily on the finger, bone and all, he was filled with a love for this woman that he could not understand, he would sacrifice himself for her and give everything to her. Lara grabbed his bleeding hand and sucked the blood thirstily and when she was satisfied she fell asleep.