Well hello there, unfortunate guest. It seems you've walked into my person brooding grounds. Yes, I'm a teenaged girl. Yes, I like to write. Yes, you should probably be scared for your life.
...Kidding, I'm just kidding, sheesh!
I promise I'll keep the bad poetry to a minimum. I enjoy prose better than poetry anyway. I'm really trying to improve my writing, so any constructive critisizm is very appreciated. Flames make me happy, so if you must, do. I'll be attempting short stories, but insofar I've only had luck with fanfiction (not necessarrily a bad thing I've gotten a lot of practice this way, I just need to learn to write for an audience that isn't a bunch of emo bishie-loving teenage girls) and I haven't really tried to write for original characters. So any tips and pointers would be much appreciated, in any area. I want as much feedback as I can get.
Also, if you're looking for the endless blackhole of angst and fluff and DOOM that is my fanfiction.net account, it is Here.
Favorite Books/Stories:
Artemis Fowl (Series) - Eoin Colfer
The Wish List - Eion Colfer
A Series of Unfortunate Events (Series) - Lemony Snicket
Uglies (Series) - Scott Westerfield
Harry Potter (Series) - J. K. Rowling
The Giver - Lois Lowry
A Wrinkle In Time - Madaline L'Engle
The Barcode Tatoo - Suzanne Wayn
Drawing Lessons - Tracy Mack
So B. It - Sarah Weeks
Things Not Seen - Andrew Clements
The Last Book in the Universe - Rodman Philbrick
About Me:
I enjoy long walks on the beach and... okay, really now. I'm in highschool, living in the midwest, and that's all you really need to know, hm? I love moonlight, the stars, and the ethereal glow of night on a darkened path. Dogs, Cats, Animals of every sort, forests, flowers, leaves and the wind. Concrete, glass, smoke and mirrors, brown paper packaging and twine. The only things you will learn about me is from what you will observe, so don't expect an autobiography anytime soon. To quote,
"I am nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
There's a pair of us- don't tell!
They'd banish us you know.
"How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!"
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