Hi, I'm shelca, also known as eliannrad, shanadian, and occasionally elanra. This is the main page of my very small site, which I like to call Eliannrad's World. Where do my strange names come from? Three of them are similar to acronyms, made from the initials of my pen name, Elizabeth Anne Radcliffe, and my real name. (That's a secret, by the way.) Shanadian is a pun.
So, you came here for a reason (unfortunately, it's probably not because you need the link to JoCo's website). Here's the vitals, the stuff, and the very easy to use map.
A Scene, in which an Insane Girl speaks with a Friend
(room, about 16x16 feet, gray ceiling and floor, plain white-gray walls, small table, nothing on it, two comfy chairs near table, facing each other, male Friend sitting in one chair, dark brown hair, brown eyes, nicely dressed, age 15-18, Girl sitting in other chair, curly blond hair, greenish-blue eyes, plain gray shirt, long-sleeved, flowy, jeans, young, about a year younger than Friend)
G: I've missed you so much!
F: You know I'm always here for you. I know I say that every time I come to visit, but I want to make sure you know it, because it's true. You really need to know that. (studies her briefly) Sometimes I don't know if you know that.
G: (seems to be remembering something) You weren't there that January... 2008. You weren't there. But I loved you so much, and I still do; I just make excuses for you. You didn't know; no one could have told you. You didn't know what I was going through. So I don't blame you for not helping me then.
F: No, I should have been there. Don't say that. It was a mistake. It was everyone's mistake, actually. No one saw the warning signs. They should have. I should have.
G: Really, it's okay. You didn't know I was crazy, that I couldn't live without you. I really can't. If they didn't keep me away from sharp objects... (gets up, paces) You didn't know I was crazy.
F: You aren't really crazy. You just got depressed and dealt with it in an unorthodox way. You know I'm here for you. (gets up and puts arms around her)
G: (closes eyes, appears to relish the feeling) I know you're here. I'm glad, too. (opens eyes and moves away from Friend) But don't be optimistic and wishy-washy like that. I know I'm crazy. You know that. Pep talks don't matter; they don't do anything. I just want love. You're doing your best, so you're doing all you can. I wish they would let you visit more, but they don't want crazy people to talk too much with sane people.
F: I wish you wouldn't talk like that. You're negative about yourself, so you can't get past that. If you tell yourself that you're crazy, how are you going to get better?
G: Better? (cynically) What's that? I'm not going to get better! How can a crazy girl like me get BETTER?!!
F: (worried) I don't think-
G: I have all of these problems, several of which will never be fixed. Ever. Phobias, depression, PTSD, and this! (pushes sleeves to elbows, revealing heavy scarring on the underside to the wrist and lower arm on both arms)
F: I remember the day you first showed me that. It was-still is-so haunting. It was too late for you, though. God, if only I had known what you were doing before. I never imagined you'd... break. You seemed so strong and cheerful, then when I found out...
G: That doesn't matter now. My bloodlust will never be fixed. For my entire life, before I was crazy, I have enjoyed that smell. Like metal, but warm, just so WONDERFUL. Blood! The smell, the scent, aroma, blood! (screaming) Blood! I need blood! The smell! It invigorates me! It fills me with joy! (sudden feral 'feel' or 'attitude') It is power! Blood gives me power! The aroma means I have done POWER! The smell lets me know that I have POWER! Blood is power! Have you ever smelled blood? Have you? You have smelled power! Just a whiff of blood, just a hint of the smell, it makes me feel good! No other scent does that! (screamed at the top of lungs) BLOOD IS POWER! (stands, feet apart, looking at friend, eyes wild, hand clenched on fists, held at sides, TENSE)
F: (shocked, but not senseless) My God. (quiet) Lizzy, I'm sorry. You... (closes eyes briefly) My God. (hand on forehead briefly, as if with headache) I have to go...
(Friend puts a hand on Girl's shoulder briefly, leaves room, Girl sits down, calm, quiet, all goes dark)
About Me
My Likes and Dislikes
Likes:
Reading & Writing
Talking with Friends
Star Trek
French/Francais
All history before gunpowder in Europe(reason unknown)
Dislikes:
People who think being pretty/cool is the only thing that matters
Dumb people who think they can never be smart
Anything that has to do with my greatest fears
The girl who bit the doughnut I was holding, said "Thanks," and then, "Why aren't you eating that?
Being sick/ill
Most history after gunpowder was used in Europe(once again, reason unknown)
School(but only sometimes and not too often)
Goals
My Shortterm Goals:
To get all A s in school and all A+ s at least once
To become friends with more people (you may or may not know who you are)
To get into the school play this year
My Longterm Goals:
To publish my story before I get out of high school
To have my story made into a movie
To meet most of the actors/actresses on Star Trek
To meet Christopher Paolini
To live in the mountains or forest where no one will bother me unless I want them to
My Favorite Stuff
Favorite Author:
Christopher Paolini
Favorite Foods:
Chocolate
Spaghetti
Chocolate Milkshake w/ Ice Cream
Favorite Books:
Eragon
Eldest
Dr. Franklin's Island
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
The Island of Blue Dolphins
Favorite TV Shows:
Star Trek: Voyager
all other Star Trek series
Doctor Who
Stargate SG-1
I might also like Stargate Atlantis after I see a few episodes
If you have actually read this entire page and enjoyed it, you are one strange person. I feel like talking to you now! Actually, maybe instead of a strange person, you're just nice. I'm friends with both! Now that you've read this, you know me better than most people. Maybe everybody I know. Bye! If you can find my e-mail address, you're welcome to start chatting, but I'm unlikely to tell you anything more than what's here.
Remember, there's always more stuff coming. Have a nice day! :)
THE THIRD BOOK OF THE INHERITANCE CYCLE!!!
That's one of my Meezs. They're fun to make.
There's my Trekkie Meez.
Another one...
And another one.
That is free, by the way, and it's really great!
That's a picture of a spider I took at a museum one time. Isn't he so cute?
Yes, that's THE Stargate symbol. I made a language that will someday be known as the conspiracy language. One letter is based on the Stargate symbol. Very interesting, no?
That's Taurus. From Stargate. All of these images are from Doctor Who, Star Trek, or Stargate.
