I suppose I wasn't your normal kid... when the books I read at age 5 didn't have good enough storylines, I made up my own. By nine, I was fantasizing about writing my own series. By eleven I turned in a 35 page story to my English teacher at school. And now? Now... well, writing is my life. (Along with my friends and family, of course.) I may not be good at it, but I keep trying. One day, I'd like to have some of my stories published, as well as my songs and poems. I'm not sure where my strengths lie, or even if I have any, butI'd love any feedback you could give me. Thanks for reading!

~Hey, is anyone still reading Grains of Sand?~

--Undone: finished. awhile back i started a sequel, though. i may continue with that if i get inspiration or more people show interest.

--Come As You Are: put down for now. this story drove me crazy for months. because of it i couldn't start a new story, as its characters were always on my mind. now i'm mainly concentrating on grains of sand, but come as you are is still potentially open. i may come back sometime in the future and attempt to make it a full-length novel. let me know if you like this idea.

--Grains of Sand: Joey comes to her senses only to find that her life has been taken away. As she searches for answers, she only finds more questions that lead her to a world she never knew existed. I suck at summaries, but please read and review this one anyway! It's my longest story, and I'd like to fix it up and make it a novel someday. But, as Anna says, it reads more like a short story right now. I hope you enjoy it. Please leave me any comments with criticism or encouragement. Thanks!

--~Checkmarks~: This is a story I've just started. I hope to make it fairly long if everything goes well. It's about Jessica Collins, a senior in high school whose father has strict expectations and is taking control of her upcoming decision about college. As her senior year progresses, Jess is forced to reevaluate everything she has been told and start making her own decisions. I'd love it if you read and reviewed!

I am powerless to change the world, and powerless to stop the hurt. But words come from the heart. There is a choice in speaking them; in writing them down, but there is never a choice for them to come up from your heart. Words are pure; they are not only what you feel but the way you think and the things you need. When the day is over, it is not the words that have been ingrained in paper that matter, but those which you spoke. For every whisper that passes through your lips, think and think carefully. That which you feel is all that you are worth.

~i fell so deep once, when i fell in you~

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