Over the course of four/five years here in Wattpad, I've gone through a lot of changes and fandoms — going in and out of them. Of course, as time goes, everyone matures and everything basically changes, that too, includes my writing style.

I began to join somewhere on September of 2017, and did not hesitate to pull up my keyboard and begin my journey as an author.

During my stay, I've decided to write my originals and publish daily. At that time, I've only established a ghost of an audience, nevertheless, it kept me going.

Although, as I begin to open these golden doors, I've been exposed to some fandoms that I hadn't been in before. Those few days were my first exposure to such and such, and from then on have I discovered the power of fan fiction.

Because of that, I've placed my original books onto hold and began to work and fan fictions to fulfill my "fan dreams" — my ships coming true. I've written a lot on the "Animations Community" That had only revolved around two people, which I eventually gave up due to a later discovery of how unethical it is, and the fandom just had gotten toxic.

Behind those scenes of that era, I've juggled two genres — fan fiction and original stories. Though I've completely stopped focusing on my original books and held them for further notice, as I have made my mind to have this "fanfiction writing" As my training ground before actually writing my original ones.

When a flower dies comes a new bud; I've been watching a lot of Paw Patrol a lot, and obviously, Skye and Chase have caught my attention and began to write for them and fan-service myself.

This era? It was different from the first one I've been in, this one somehow meant the whole world to me. During these times was the moment something clicked between writing and I.

"What do you mean?" You may ask? Let me tell you. Firstly, I couldn't carless of what my diction is, what mattered the most to me, is that I get the story done my way. It was meant for me after all, that was the whole point of me writing this.

But slowly, I gained attention from this, and I've began reading other people's story that are well included and related to this fandom, and I became more self-aware of the things I do.. I guess I'm an aspiring author!

.. In doubt.

But any who!! This chapter isn't meant for some sad stuff, it's made so I could see how far my writing has gone. I hope that if you read this, you'll be encouraged to keep writing, and hopefully time will not overwhelm you. Believe me, it at take awhile, but you'll get there. I believe in you!!

This chapter will update too, so I can add my past fictions for me to review in the future. So uh.. Hello future me! Hope you're doing better now, because I'm in a somewhat writer's block, hope you're doing better :D

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ MY WRITING STYLES ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

» June 5, 2017 «
This was never published and
remained as a draft. Is my
earliest works and my first engagement
in writing stories.

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Once upon a time, there is a group which consists of 5 members: *****, *******, ***, ******* and ***. All of them fight villains with no powers but victory is always theirs. After their last fight, their destinies separated them. But one day...
*** was working in a building but he stumbled to a thought, "This is boring! Just sign sign sign! Nothing too exciting..." he said. "I should go find my friends and re-assemble them!" In a confident voice. He packed his things up to get ready for a journey to California, to find *****. He rode an airplane to California. After a long travel, he went to search for him. While walking he heard explosions.

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» Jan 29, 2018 «
I've changed my diction, and improved
slightly; had longer chapters, though
plots are cliche (my plots depended
on someone else's or popular trope
in the fandom), and grammar's horrible.
Still uses basic words, though had
longer chapters.

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****** was now back home. *** and ******* lived with her to take care of her and the baby.

***** was now burried properly in to a cemetary, with a grave sign above his dead body.

She was now 15 weeks ********. The ***** on her tummy was showing. So she bought new clothes that would fit her.

Like stretchy shirts, or dresses for preganant woman.

But ****** would rather wear the shirts. Since she never liked the idea of wearing skirts, nor dresses. Ever since a strong wind blew her while wearing a skirt. She got traumatized.

****** wasnt always happy. She's have a random moment that she'd be silent all of a sudden.

*** and ******* guessed that she was thinking about *****. And they were right.

She was thinking about him. Sometimes, they'd hear her swear alone. Telling herself thay it was all her fault.

The two would always help her calm down. She's not the same ****** anymore. Like come on! ******** people have the WORST mood swings.

****** cant control and hide her emotions very well nowadays.

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» Jan 29, 2020 «
Drastic change in my diction.
Began using indents.
Used more flowery/deep words, more
descriptive and had longer chapters.
Plotting's been better; grammar's
been improved with the help
of an app/auto-correct keyboard.

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          In the midst of peace and serenity, a loud thump drummed the forest floor, causing a vibration that weaved its way to a small patch of the ground that brought woodland creatures in slight distress – that most of them fled from where the Cockapoo landed. "Ugh. . ." Skye grunted as she struggled to carry her own weight to stand up. Nothing seemed to cause her any severe pain, aside from her muscles that were shaken and that mostly received impact gave her a heavy feeling. Nothing too major right? It's like getting pushed aside in a game of rugby since both you and your team are competing for the home goal, and basically 'caring' is thrown out to the window and 'win' is pulsing in your mind. She felt that way, but her mind were too stubborn to not give her a moment to breathe, a terrible tension headache came following her. Because of everything, she limped her way to a tree and had laid there to rest. Doing anything at the moment would be useless and would just cause her stress, for she can't even properly bring herself to any destination without limping and getting a limb stuck in a twig or of any sort. "Things will get better Skye. Just keep that faith in you" she tells herself before the lonely aura puts her to sleep. Having a positive out-look for her future life, she had no idea she was embracing herself for something more difficult.

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» 2021 (forgot date) «
Indentions persist. My writing manner
dipped in quality due to
writer's block. A better version of
my Jan 29, 2020 style.
Still made sense that of previous
said date.

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          Engines from different sorts of vehicles began to roar to life; gears and mechanics of sorts began to twist and turn and function accordingly.

          Rocky and Rubble were sent early to go to the town hall to get an evaluation of the mess while the Cockapoo check up on the Shepherd and explained everything.

          Because of this, they decided to use the allotted time to gather more materials for the clean-up,in case the duo had left anything. Having this strategy deployed, this would save them fuel and get the job done in no time.

          Aimlessly walking around the floral-section of the look-out, Everest had took notice that the three original members were finishing off with their agenda before heading off to the town.

          She realized though, that she has no vehicle that she could use to take herself there easily. One option she's left with was to question any of them if they'd be willing to give her a ride.

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» May 20, 2021 «
Writing style has improved again,
this time, better than ever.
Used even more deep words.
Plotting's well and very original (I think),

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           People began to vociferate bloodshed pleas; one by one helplessly falling onto their knees in the boreal forest of a town like of those snowflakes. People littered the said area and despite of the lucid snowy weather, it was quite warm and a perfect place to get a headache.

          What caused this not-so surreal phenomenon was created merely by a house fire. Lit up the fireplace to beat the knack of being icebound, then came the disastrous and deadly dance of the hearth's flame and soon crept to the whole wooden cabin. Taking it down along with them.

          In that same very scene stood a Dalmatian and Husky — bawling vexed set forths at each other. Temerity radiates off both their personas, and it seems the last thing they have to do left is claw each other down.

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That is my writing so far. This will update soon, in case I've forgotten anything, and too, to eternalize my future writing styles.

Thank you so much to my readers and to wonderful authors who have inspired and challenge me to take this daunting, yet amazing road. I look forward to write more, and hopefully soon, move forth original ideas.