Hello!
Hopefully you are interested in whom I am if you're reading this, so maybe I can give you a hint...
Name: Felicia K F
Age: 18
Birthday: 23 May 1989
Zodiac sign: Gemini
From: Stockholm, Sweden
Mental state: Slipping...
Likes: Writing, reading
Dislikes: Bullies, most fish, early mornings
Is there something more you want to know, let me know and I'll put it up.
Stories and Poems:
Beautiful Porcelain Doll: Got the idea from my poem "Porcelain Doll", and some of text is the same. But it's thrown around, and is probably overall better. And I got some help from my friend. She's the best. But it was my idea to change it, so small but meaningful inputs from her, made it gooooood. Enjoy!
Sssssh... The world is changing... Sssssh...: From the beginning a school assignment we had. I got my inspiritation from the WTC (World Trade Center), 9/11. But it also apply to other things. Mainly I was thinking of writing a poem about terrorism, and 9/11 is one of the worst, if not the worst terrorist act in our time. Update: Have fixed two grammar mistakes and fixed the last verse.
Porcelain Doll: People always see me as strong, so when I feel weak I don't know where to turn. This is a poem about how appearance can deceive. About fragility.
Breaking A Heart: A short of prequel to Broken. Although I'm not sure of it, plus it is M rated for a good reason, and Broken is kind of tame. So just expressing Carl's ugliness (not talking about looks, Ladies and Gents). I hope you see his cruelty, otherwise this is very lacking. -.-'
Standing Alone: An idea I got while feeling lonely, wanting to express it. I think it's kind of sweet, but very sad. Aww, she's cute.
Broken: An idea I got a rather long while ago. I have been working on this for a long time and still I don't think it's perfect. But maybe, just maybe someone will come by and read it and give me an idea of what it's missing! Although I am proud of how it is right now, it can be better.
Hollow Darkness: 'kay, so it's no story behind this one, beside I just felt like that... Or wait, I feel like that. At least when I wrote it, and now when I published it, it isn't as dark in my mind. Not that it's particularly light either.
Six Tears: Poem, written for the same story as Revenge. I got a question if there was a reason I picked the number six. To answer that: Yes, I had a reason. But if you're not Swedish maybe it's harder to understand. You see, in Swedish six and sex is spelled and pronounced in the same way.
-So, what can someone take but never give back?
Revenge: Poem, actually written for a story I was writing, but since I decided not to do the story, at least in the near future. I saw no harm in publishing the poems. So this is just the first one. All of them are Original and Mine. So don't steal. =)
Au Revoir!
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