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There isn't much to say about me. I'm just a sixteen year old that likes to write and doesn't think she's too good at it. I write for fun. It's a way to get rid of scenes that won't stop playing in my head. I'm never satisfied with my work. In fact, I hate each and every word that goes in to my ridiculous stories. But the way they've evolved from seventh grade is comforting to see. I'm still far from calling myself an amateur. I'm still hesitant to present myself as a writer, actually. I just don't think I measure up to what a writer means.
But that's for you to decide.
Read away, my pretties. Comments and criticism are always appreciated.
About my Works
The Path to Freedom - This little piece of work was my earliest original fiction from the middle of my seventh grade year. I was about twelve years old. From the names in the story, you can probably tell I was smack dab in the middle of my Japanese phase, as I dub it. I don't particularly like this piece, and the only reason it's still up on this site is because I like to see how much my style has changed. I also hope my style has gotten better, otherwise, I think I'd stab my eyes out.
Candle in the Darkness - I originally wrote this for a anti-violence competition my eighth grade year but decided to give it up. I came back later and added more to it and finished it. It's completely unbelievable and far-fetched. My tenth grade year, I put it through a massive rewrite and submitted it to my teacher for the prompt, "Write about the impact somebody made on you." I wrote it in Griffin's point of view. It got me a four out of four. However, I think my teacher was crazy because honestly, this piece is crap.
Pretend - This I wrote my ninth grade year. It was the first piece I had written in a long while since events that happened had completely killed my drive to write. The idea for this piece hit me at an insane hour. I remember there was a quote somewhere about how writers put themselves into their stories. That's what I did. The result was an all-around pathetic spiel about me and a nameless guy.
Horror - This was loosely based off of a dream I had where someone killed me. I added details and tweaked things here or there. Not much to say about this piece.
Noticed - Ah, yes, this piece. The idea for this work hit me just as I stepped out of the shower. It grabbed onto my ankle and wouldn't let go. It was the first time I tried my hand at writing sex into a story. I'm sure it shows. The main point of the story was to show how much a girl needs this boy, but he either chooses to ignore it or he doesn't see it. Both characters remained nameless throughout the whole story to show that it could be anyone.
Five Times He Saves Her (And One Time He Doesn’t) - There are several stories with a "five times" theme on LiveJournal. I decided to try one just for the heck of it. I needed to kill someone and the only available person was Dani. I went through a couple ways a person could commit suicide and pointed out that if at least one person cared, things could change. I hope real life could end a little happier than how I wrote it.
Just For You - The first in the Chrissy & Tiffany Saga. There's a lot of violence in this story so I suggest skipping if you're uncomfortable with that sort of thing. Written for... my girl. :D This story is set in both girls' senior year.
Racing Towards Nothingness - Just a short story I wrote for my English class September 2007. My teacher gave me a 100 for the story, 97 for mechanics. This story went through a massive rewrite from draft one to three. Every time, I added and deleted paragraphs of the story. This is the end product. I still don't like it, of course, but I don't ever like my work.
Things to Come
Five Times Trilogy - Not to be confused with the other five times piece I wrote, this is completely separate. It follows a boy and girl from the time they met to marriage to death. In the series I would use the five stages of love and five stages of grief. The third set was to be in the middle of love and grief when one of the couple is suffering. Very vague and I haven't yet started on it.
Noticed (Epilogue) - Well, she's still in love with him. He still doesn't know or doesn't care. Thing about sex is, it's unpredictable. Anything could go wrong. Or right. It just depends on your point of view.
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