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I'm Lilithia & here are some samples of my writing below.</center>
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*1k {Poetry only!}
*2.5-5K {Depends on complexity & length.}
* Sealed Letters {Different depending on the amount of writing.}
*10+ {For crazy huge stories. Talk to me for more details if interested.}
REMEMBER I DON'T CARE FOR WORD COUNT. domokun
Lilithia
I'm an <b>extremely</b> passionate writer. I price my writing around 2-2.5K for a full <b>short</b> story. I'm a fast writer too. I <b>don't really care</b> much for <b>word count</b>, as long as it's considered short by my standards.
I really enjoy writing romantic love stories. I consider writing then fun! So if you want a love story, I'd be honoured to be your writer. I'm not only limited to love themes though, they're just a favourite topic of mine.
If you want me to write a <b>longer</b> story for your reading pleasure in your commish, or perhaps a continuation to a short story I have written for you previously - I can do that too.
Please contact me for inquiries & specifications. 
Lilithia's Original Story Soar* - {Chapter One} Welcome to Vaelen*
Lia Xu sat at the window seat of the bus. It was her first day at Vaelen International Grammar School and she was mortified. Vaelen was a well known rich private school, which she had gotten into on scholarship, and the fact that her mother had rich connections, literally.
She had only wished she had gone to the same school as Rae, her younger sister. Rae was extremely talented at the violin, and was attending a school that specialized in the creative arts such as photography, painting and music; and Lia was jealous.
Since Lia was studying somewhat the same courses as her sister, she had hoped they'd go to school together at the same institution. However, she was wrong. For that, she missed her sister and had wished she wasn't starting on a new road all alone.
Lia sighed at the sight of the buildings and houses she watched pass her by through the window. She was extremely nervous. What would these people be like? What would life at Vaelen be? Were these people nice?
Lia was not rich, though her parents were not that poor either. Her mother was a secretary and her father was an engineer. But compared to the students at the school, she was probably seen as poor. All the students at Vaelen International Grammar School were sons and daughters of businessmen, lawyers and some even from famous families, fortunate to be born under such a rank.
Digging into her pockets, she took out a crumpled piece of paper which she had written the details of her dorm room that she would be staying in. Her mother had insisted that Lia stay at the school dormitories as it would be easier for Lia to access at the school. Thus, this is why Lia had hoped for her sister to come, but yet her hopes and anticipations had failed her.
Before Lia could depress about anything else, the bus reached it's destination. Thanking the bus driver, she quickly hopped off and headed towards the office, not hesitating to admire the beauty and immenseness of the school.
As she reached the office, a secretary noticed her and welcomed her in.
"Welcome to Vaelen International Grammar School." the young lady mechanically chirped. "Would you please fill in some forms to confirm your arrival?"
Lia blinked at this question, she had never had to do this for any other school, however this school was obviously different, it was a private school after all.
"Yes alright, where are the forms?"
The secretary coldly handed Lia the forms with a pen, then quickly continued on with her work.
As Lia sat at a seat and filled the forms in, she noticed a group of eight boys walking through the halls of the office. Lia stopped to study them. They walked with an aggressive, compelling air about them. To Lia's surprise, the secretary noticed them in an instant and seemed somewhat intimidated by them.
Confused, and hoping to leave before any conversation erupted, Lia handed the now completed forms back towards the secretary, who exchanged them with her timetable. Once she obtained her timetable, she left the office hurrying towards her first class at Vaelen International Grammar School.
If you're interested in reading the rest of Soar* so far, please check it out here. Pupil's Dispute {Chapter Four} - by Lilithia
Howell MacKenzie {Male Student No. 1} hid behind some bushes as he stopped to check his day pack. Looking to the sky, he gazed at the vast wash of black. He did not know what time it was, but it seemed like early morning. Checking his wash he confirmed his guesses were right.
Still digging his hands in his bag, he found something soft and plastic. It squeaked as his pressed his hands on it. Pulling it out the object carefully to study it, he realized what weapon he had been given. It was a blow up giant plastic hammer.
That b*****d. How am I supposed to fight with this stupid thing?
Checking his bag once more he found something that Gambino hadn't mentioned would be in the day pack, it was a thin black flashlight.
If I can get close, I could probably knock someone on the head with this. This isn't even my appointed weapon. Pathetic.
Ten metres away from Howell, another student hid behind some bushes. Elisabeth Alyster {Female Student No. 1} was checking her bag for her own individual weapon.
She expected a gun, that's right, a gun. But what she found within her day pack was not what she had in mind. Taking the item out, she grinned with glee when she recognized what it was.
This could be useful.
It may not have been a gun, and it may not have been a blade, but it was something.
This is going to be fun.
Lilithia Tsukiko {Female Student No. 2} ran as fast as her short legs could carry her. Her leg warmers were falling onto her ankles but it wasn't important. What was important was the fact that she had to get away, far away from the establishment where Gambino and her classmates were as quickly as possible.
On the way out she had been told by a soldier that if she did not hurry, she would be killed very soon.
The building that Gambino and the soldiers were was going to be a permanent forbidden zone soon, and she didn't want to stay to see what her collar would do, so she ran.
Lilithia carried two bags with her, one was her day pack which she carried over her left shoulder, the other was her black school bag which she carried on her back.
Although Lilithia wasn't the best runner in the class, she had been told by the class� best track athlete, Kairos McKann {Female Student No. 11} that she could run, especially when she was angry.
Kairos once had a fight with Lilithia, Lilithia couldn't remember what it was about but it had pushed Lilithia to run away from Kairos. She was crying and extremely angry.
Kairos was the best runner in the class, but even Kairos couldn't catch up with Lilithia.
Stopping to catch her breath, she felt a large light fall upon her for a second, then disappear. Shocked and frightened, Lilithia sped behind some trees, but then realizes foolishly what she had done. It was the light from the lighthouse, Lilithia was not far off.
She had only hoped Lea had read the note she had squeezed into Lea's hand before she left.
Back at the underground establishment, Lea Farber {Female Student No. 20} sat in her seat, the fatigue was getting to her. She didn't get much sleep the night before as she had gone out the night before to attend the Muse concert which she had wanted to go to for a long, long time.
Opening up the palm of her right hand, she realized Lilithia had handed her a note. But because of their odd handshake, the piece of paper was crumpled up.
Looking up at Gambino, she realized he was too preoccupied to notice what she was doing out of the entire class, so she uncrumpled the white torn piece of paper.
<center>Miki & I are going to be at the lighthouse. If you see Miki, give her a 'double side' wave. You know how to do it, I've taught you before. She'll know that you're with me.</center>
Lea put the note away after reading it. The lighthouse eh? It's a date.
It was only unfortunate that she was one of the last of the class to leave. Would it still be the same by then?
By then the students would probably be waiting for the likes such as her to come out, and shoot for just taking one step outside.
Xikrai Filinus {Male Student No. 4} a somewhat rebellious student as far as his looks went crept through the bushes carefully. He was one of Zuna's gang, but was funnily enough despite the look of his fire red messy locks, and his black leather clothes, was one of the nicest people of the gang.
He joked around quite a lot. Sometimes however, his jokes would be taken too seriously, and he'd get in trouble. Most of the time though, his gang got his jokes, but anyone else out of his gang never understood his jokes. His looks still ruled overrall.
A lot of the students from the other classes in the same year level would swoon over him whenever he'd walk by.
But this wasn't school, this was a game. The game. His looks weren't going to save him now, he was definitely sure of that.
Pointing his small semi automatic gun in front of him, he made sure that he didn't make any foolish decisions that would make him waste bullets, although he had already checked his day pack had enough bullets to last him for a week of the game.
Before Xikrai could a step further, he felt a loud "Whoosh!" then a "Crack!" followed by a stinging sensation of pain upon his back. Turning around he faced his opponent. It was Elisabeth Alyster {Female Student No. 1} holding a long black whip in her hand.
Reaching to touch his back with his left hand, Xikrai realized he was bleeding.
"Your good looks aren't going to save you now." Elisabeth stated in a cold almost monotone voice, cracking her whip once more hitting Xikrai in the face.
Xikrai moaned in pain now touching his face with his left hand which still had blood on it from touching his back. But then he realizes he had blood on his right hand too which he held close to his chest.
His face was now bleeding, and the blood was dripping off like tears. Elisabeth Alyster had scarred his face. His perfect face. Xikrai was now enraged.
"You ******** b***h!" he growled angrily.
He lifted his gun to shoot at Elisabeth with his right hand, while he covered his now scarred face with his left hand. He missed.
Elisabeth had quickly cracked her whip once more just after Xikrai had finished his sentence, the whip hitting at his right hand, the gun flying out of his hand.
Elisabeth then jumped on Xikrai before Xikrai could reach his gun. She may have been a girl, but she had an incredible strength. He had forgotten Elisabeth was an excellent gymnast.
Being in Zuna's gang, he had never attended a single session of gym class, and thus never knew how dangerous and capable Elisabeth was. She held Xikrai down and attempted to strangle him with her whip.
"Remember the school dance this year? You said you'd like to be ******** by my group? REMEMBER?" she hissed through her teeth.
With her free hand for a slight second, she quickly retrieved the gun and pointed it directly at Xikrai's forehead. She pulled the trigger.
"There. Now you're ********."
45 Students Remaining
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Lilithia also writes poetry as well! Here are some examples of her poetry.</center>
The Mirror of My Dreams - by Lilithia
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I wish I knew,
More than I do.
I wish time was right,
So I could see you.
There are so many things,
I could do...
So many things in this world,
I could do for you.
I could whisper sweet nothings,
In your ear.
I could serenade you lullabies,
& wipe away your tears.
We could sit together in the gardens,
Look deep to each other's eyes.
Stand still within the cities,
& watch time pass us by.
We could dance wildly,
Beneath the moonlight.
Sail across the stars...
Point out constellations like Orion,
& planets like Jupiter & Mars.
We could talk for hours,
Laugh together happily...
But I'm still stuck,
In yesterday's sleep.
We could hold each other close,
In our hearts,
For all eternity...
But I cannot stall forever,
This won't be.
Is this scaring you!?
Are my words scaring you!?
Or are you smiling to yourself,
Happily as you go...
Thinking you yourself,
"Whenever it will be,
Won't you please let me know!?"
Living in your eyes,
Are but just dreams.
I won't ever forget you...
You're the mirror of my dreams.</center>
Impossible {To Be Somewhat Like You} - written by Lilithia
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We as humans, all have our flaws.
We all have our talents, and gifts.
Yet behind these eyes, where my tears lie,
I wish there was more to me.
I wish I could draw like you,
Do all the wonderful things that you can do.
Whilst all along I sit and wait,
For something beautiful, I too can create.
Alas, I cannot, for it is not meant to be.
Why can't I draw like you?
All the while, all my life,
I have been pushed down.
Knocked around, back and forth,
In the crowd, I am crushed,
I am alone, and it hurts.
Being mislead, misguided and abused,
So many things now, I wish back then I knew.
Told I have no hope in achieving my dreams,
Being guided and forced into other means.
Please tell me, what is wrong with me?
Why can I not paint like you?
Why can I not draw the way that you do?
Why can I not ever make,
Such a beauty in my mind,
Which will never escape?
Of course words can only go so far,
Until descriptions only leave a scar.
I feel it's not the same when I write,
Words are words, which I simply type.
Why can' I be gifted too?
In the end, I am just a small girl,
In this big, and taunting world,
Wishing for things to come forth free,
But knowing these will never be.
There is such thing as impossible.</center>
Childhood - written by Lilithia
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Ducking from my father's swings,
Crying aloud at his blows.
Crawling in my cupboard from my mum's yells,
To grow up to be a whore.
Stealing toys from the stores,
Things my parents never bought for me.
Suffering from depression,
Being sexually harassed, & felt,
With nobody believing me.
Souly fending for myself,
Shaking inside my aching heart.
One sibling disabled, the other overrated,
& myself being all alone.
Disorientated, & detached I am,
Never really calling this house my home.
Running away from meeting the pain,
Only to have come on "home" back again.
Inside dreaming of many things.
The stars, a book, & a stage to sing.
Wondering who'd come to see if I fell,
& how many would come to wish me well.
& every day beaming a charming smile,
With people wondering the life of this happy child.
Jealously flying at this little girl,
Who had suffered much worse - yet already in this world.
This was my childhood,
& all the while,
I never really got to be a child.</center>
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Arwen
Lilithia is a wonderful, creative writer! Her many stories, the one that I read;
Soar. Very interesting, well-thought out original story that keeps me on the edge of my seat. The reason I enjoy
Soar, is because its a great story that anyone can relate to. The Main character is so well developed that you can understand her...all the characters are so real that you feel for them. Once you start reading her stories or writings you can't stop...every paragraph keeps you tuned in, because you want to know what happens next! An excellent and wonderful writer!!
heart Hakura
Lilithia is a wonderful writer who obviously puts a lot of heart into her work. Her characters have very real personalities and feeling, and her plot lines are impressive in the amount of thought that goes into it. I'm a fan, and I know she has many others, as well as her own guild for the readers. I love her work, and know her to be a genuinely wonderful person who wants to please her loyal readers.
Zen_Gentleman_Lifeguard
Lilithia has a rather large following, and for good reason. The amount of detail she puts into her story writing, character descriptions and plot show great thought and innovation. Modern influences like "
Battle Royale" and "
Dashboard Confessional" give her an edge, as her work can show some darker twists, but don't be fooled. Lilithia's work is more romantic than cynical, and would be classified, but not limited too, as High School drama.
3nodding Desert-Penguin
Lilithia is a passionate writer. She also holds a high degree of professionalism, which is rare amongst writers.
El_Taco
Lilithia is a fantastic writer. She has the ability to weave a story in such a way that the reader finds himself/herself immediately engulfed. Her talent shines through in every word. There's nothing else to say other than, damn, this girl can write.
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About Lilithia
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Lilithia is an extremely outgoing, bubbly & passionate all round artist. She is a singer, a song-writer, a photographer, a webdesigner, a poet & of course a story writer. She is 20 years of age, half Malaysian-Chinese & Filipina, & is currently living in Melbourne, Australia.
Lilithia dreams of becoming a <b>singer/songwriter</b> someday, & to at least publish one fiction novel of her work. She <b>owns</b> the domains www.lilithia.net & www.moon-child.org - plus she also has a <b>fansite</b> for her singing & songwriting at http://cherish.truedestinies.com for those interested to hear.
Her favourite obsessions are Battle Royale, Dashboard Confessional, Zodiac P.I. & RahXephon.
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