What's my name? Sami

What's my grade? Senior

What are my favorite:

Movies? Sixteen Candles, Titanic, Count of Monte Cristo, The Illusionist, The Prestige, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, Hocus Pocus, the Little Red Violin, the Secret of Moonacre

Music? Schoolboy Humor, Faber Drive, the Latency etc. and so forth.

Writers? Poe! (if that wasn't obvious??) Whatever's on the WIRC list.

Shows? Fringe, Criminal Minds, A:TLA, AI, Sherlock, The Walking Dead

Books? Most things that find their way onto the WIRC list.

Characters? Jenna Fox (tAoJF), Jack (Titanic), Frankie (tDHoFLB), Alesandro! (tDHoFLB), Meg (aWiT), Robin DeNoir (TSOMA), Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock)

Things to Hate? Twilight, Tarts, Kataang, and the like

Things to Love? Reading, writing, reviews, music, psychology.

Quotes? Too many to list!

What do I write? My philosophy about writing is as follows: I write to get away from the real world, therefore writing about myself and/or actual events is just depressing and, in my honest opinion, utterly pointless. That is why my writing focuses more on other worlds in other times.

My Stories:

1. Witch- Updated as of *9.10.11* Working on the fourth chapter now. If you get past the first chapter it makes sense why its in the Historical category. I promise!

2. Dream Fever- Mimic Poem based on John Masefield's "Sea Fever". Written for an English assignment.

3. Prevention- Essay for an English assignment, uploaded just to keep a backup. Read if you want, but I offer a warning: the views are controversial.

4. I'll accept requests, but nothing over T rating.

For Witch: I found this poem and I think its totally epic in the fact that it fits so well with my storyline. So I shall copy and paste it belowand you can read it and love it as much as I do. (by Alexander Anderson)

A Castle Old And Grey

I never see a castle
That is gaunt and grey and grim,
But my thoughts at once go backward
To the past so misty and dim.

To the time when tower and turret,
Kept watch far over the vale;
And along the sounding draw-bridge
Rode knights in their suits of mail.

I see the sunshine glancing
On helmet, pennon, and spear;
And hear from the depth of the forest,
A bugle calling clear.

I fill the hall with visions
Of ladies rich in their bloom;
And stately knights in armour,
And waving with feather and plume.

If I climb the broken stairway,
Where the stone is smooth and fine,
I hear a rustle and whisper,
And footsteps in front of mine.

Whisper of youth and maiden,
As they met in the long ago;
His deep and strong and manly,
Hers tender and sweet and low.

But maiden and youth have vanished,
Away from the scene and the light;
Gone, too, the high-born lady,
And the plumed and armoured knight.

Only the grey old castle,
Of crumbling stone and lime,
Still stands to speak of the ages,
And the iron footsteps of Time.

Oh, and one more thing! My little sister just got an account on here. So far, she didn't upload anything, but she's working really hard on a few freaky good plot lines. Do me a favor and go creep all over her page. Just click on this link right here, and you'll be magically transported to her page. Thanks a bunch! :D