Author has written 15 stories for General, Fantasy, Horror, Humor, and Young Adult.
Age: Physically, nineteen. Mentally, about three years old.
Location: Ilium, NY (that's upstate)/That-One-City, RI
Favorite authors: Charles Bukowski, Kurt Vonnegut, and Albert Camus
Favorite books: The Stranger by Albert Camus and Lord of the Flies by William Golding... I also really like John Dies at the End by David Wong
Favorite shows (I feel like they sum up my sense of humor okay): Rick and Morty, Futurama, the Office, Scrubs, South Park
Favorite movies (they sum up my angst leanings, barring the last movie): Donnie Darko, Pan's Labyrinth, the Big Lebowski
When reviewing my work, I'd appreciate if you could support any criticisms with examples. Things like, "This is good," or "This sucks," are not very helpful. That being said, I understand that not everyone has the time to be fancy about it. I will accept what you can afford to give. You're also welcome to just give your general opinion of the piece. Don't worry about being an "inexperienced reviewer." You're fine, man.
I intend to be an actual writing professional when I get older, so I just value feedback (I mean, I guess everyone does).
I don't know if I have a style? I tend to lean towards gore. I have special interests in human biology, decomposition, neuroscience, psychology, nature, mythology, philosophy (especially cosmicism), and... well... space. Haha. So I tend to include those things. Especially gore.
In my stories, you will probably see a lot of:blood and guts black humor mental illness general angst swearing sometimes I write lighthearted stuff, but that ain't the norm
Thank you for reading!
Quotes to sum up author:
"She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be." –Charles Bukowski
"A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:
Am I—or are the others crazy?" –Albert Einstein
"For I have known them all already, known them all:/ Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,/ I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;/ I know the voices dying with a dying fall/ Beneath the music from a farther room/ So how should I presume?" –T.S. Eliot