There once was a little girl with a name you don't know and an age which varied according to her sanity. She loved drama and the arts, but much more so the reading and the strange scholar skills called 'writing'.
Now, this little girl was a very little girl indeed, and known as the Weird Pixie in her home village. This was due to many strange quirks which made the Weird Pixie the Weird Pixie. She was quick with her fists and light on her feet, but one day fell off the end of the earth and was never heard of again.
The End.
(Except for her stories, she is generally lost to all)
(Even to chocolate)
Works In Progress...
Black Coffee
He was an uncomplicated boy who just happened to infuriate her. She was bitter, twisted and only wanted sex from him. So what does he do? Falls in love with her…
Wooo, ya. This thing is my baby. I love it. It is my attempt at writing something with more emotion and less action. Very inspired by 'The Handmaid's Tale' By Margaret Atwood. Who knew school reading would be good for something, eh?
This Is On-Hold For The Moment, Due to Lack of Time And Something More Serious That I Am Not Going To Post.
Shorties...
Painted Secrets
Sugar and lemons under a crisp white sheet, and well-kept secrets of golden bows and silver paper. Enter the world of a boy, a girl, and their world where everything is meant to be broken.
Pride
One-shot on the way a prideful girl cannot overcome the sin and let herself fall, and so destroys the innocence of first love.
A Boy's Complications
Alec's thoughts from BC on Erin. It is part of BC, but i copied it as a shortie for a competition on FictionNET. Lets see how it fares.
Things that i'm embarressed about...
The Twilight Child
God, this is old. I started writing this before i was a teen, before i was eleven, even. Its ancient and it needs ripping down, in my opinion, but i'll leave it up for a bit longer. Its never going to be finished, so sorry guys!
Light
He. ::looks at it sheepishly::Hehehehe. This makes me laugh, its so awful. Started way before TC, finished way before. God, i must have been...what? Eight, nine? Went over it when i was ten, gave it a 'good' ending (in my young opinion anyway) and that was that. I'm keeping the few chapters up cos it reminds me how much i used to stink. Tis great.
A Crystal Tear
My Lord, this is bad. My first shortie, and i loved the idea, but its just way too confusing. I might re-write it one day. Maybe. If i have the courage to confront the utter awfulness i created. lol.
Future maybes...
None as of yet. I'm toying with an idea for another shortie...
Keep Dreaming, guys!
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