Now I don't know who will read this or not, or who even reads other people's blogs so maybe I'm wasting my time, but eh, whatever.

I am a writer, I was born with the gift of words but only in the written form. I'm not very good with speaking vocally so instead I speak with the written word and I have been doing so in full ever since my writing skill kicked in back in 1990 when I was 11.

I have no ambitions in getting published since I can't afford to do that, plus I doubt my work would be read much since it isn't about some wimpires who sparkle in the daylight nor do I wrote porn.

Instead I write emotions, feelings and thoughts. I tell stories with those words and with the images that develop in my imagination, at times music will help, at others time I write out my dreams, sometimes a story idea will just appear randomly like if I am having a bath or making my supper.

There is no particular planning in how my writing talent works, it just works when it wants to and nudges me to write when it's ready.

I write short stories and larger stories, sometimes I might write an article or a game review, maybe even a review of some Transformer I added to the collection. Although I have not done that in a long while now.

My main work is a series called Reality Of Fate: Beaumont. It is a story about three women - Reina Beaumont, Rena Beaumont and Karen Beaumont.

Reina and Rena are twin sisters from an alternate universe and Earth where the human race is oppressed by the British Empire and the European Confederation after the near extinction of the species due to the Nosferatu. The Nosferatu were unleashed on the humans of that universe when they allowed their arrogance to get the better of them, so Earth punished them by almost wiping them out.

The sisters are both forced into long life - Rena is the first to be forced into long life after disappearing in 1997 during a special operations mission when she was 17, in that universe the human race is spilt by five Bloods - Beggar, Worker, Military, Rich and Ruling.

Rena and Reina were born into a Military Blood family and trained from the age of three to serve the Empire and protect it along with every other Military Blood child who has been trained to fight the Nosferatu and any other enemies.

Reina is the second to be forced into long life and she is thrown back in time, just as her sister was, and tries to preserve the time line while caring for her daughter, Karen.

Karen is a born immortal, a rarity, and much prized by those who seek to create an army of immortals, this makes Reina extremely protective of her daughter.

Reina and Rena meet again in 2007, after Rena has returned and thrown her sister into the past. Rena however has gone insane after being alive for over four thousand years and she wants revenge on the all life as well as Earth for the life she has lived.

My other work is mostly practice work that helps me to improve and develop the writing talent even more so that I can write the Beaumont series, I am currently working on a paradox addition and a horror story that connects to the series and is set after the events of Rena's return and her revenge.

Here is a sample of my work, this is a short story I wrote recently ~

Time hurts

In the palm of my hand is dust. The remains of other lives maybe, or the remains of a former civilisation. Could the dreams and hopes of billions be reduced to the dust that sits in the palm of my hand?
The compression of time, the destruction of the past, the present and the future and the results are dust. The newly born, the young, the matured and the old, all reduced to nothing more but dust in a dead world.

And beyond this single world, the universe is falling apart as time collapses as it is compressed. The weight of centuries crushes all life, it crushes the universe. The born are unborn, the unborn are born. All are crushed together and all perish.
No dreams of the shore for those who have never existed, no dreams of the shore for those who did exist.No shore left to dream of.

Time hurts

Lush fields surround me, life is abundant.Nature is in full swing and I watch as time continues to compress. The old become younger, the young become older and all within the blink of an eye.
The old are born again as the young turn to dust, their lives lived within seconds. Dreams are realised and crushed, love is found and destroyed. The seasons change from one to the other within seconds of one another. Day and night become a blur.
And I watch as I have always done, I am witness to the end of time.

Time hurts

Cities rise and are reduced to ruin, ghosts of the dust roaming the ruins of forgotten memories that existed merely seconds before.
Empires are made and they too fall in the forgotten past of seconds before. Vast space faring fleets explore the cosmos and seconds later are just floating shells filled with the echoes of the dead.
Suns flare to life only to die one after another.And all I can do is watch, helpless to prevent the compression of time and existence.

Time hurts

My pleas are ignored as I plead for this to end.My tears fall to the dust, gone before they can wet the dead earth at my feet.
This was my doing, my fault. I made a choice and my choice caused this compression. I am the murderer of time, the destroyer of dreams.
I am the witness to a foolish action.

Time hurts

Time ends and begins again. And I watch for another eternity as time compresses. I have watched this so many times that I have lost count.

And it is all my fault.

Forgive me, my children, as I watch you die again and again.Forgive me.

Time Hurts.

~

I am my own worst critic so I do not know if my work is any good or not, but it does seem to be well received by those who read my work.

I don't write fan fics since I am able to write pre-made characters since I can only use what I create, I am unable to take characters that others have made, nor am I able to write male characters all that well, I tend to write female characters a lot better than I can male.

I do my best to be original and creative, even if it takes me a while to fully write out a large story I do my best to ensure that the story is written with love and care, instead of rushed out and done in a half hearted manner.

And any vampires I might write are of the blood thirsty, throat ripping kind, not the sparkle in the day light wimpire kind.

Feel free to read my work, I welcome comments but bear in mind that I don't take ignorance nor hatred kindly.

I am ReinaHW on Deviant Art, I'm not hard to find although anyone wishing to read my filtered work would have to join the site - which is free - due to content like strong language, violence and gore, sometimes some sexual content if the story fits it and other restrictions.

I am also on Wattpad, not hard to find.

Enjoy and if you've been reading, then thank you.