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Joined 07-28-12, id: 860469, Profile Updated: 01-02-13
Author has written 1 story for General.

01/02/13: DO YOU GUYS PARTICIPATE IN NANOWRIMO??? :O I should've joined last year - even though I've only ever found out about it last year so basically I was too late - but this year I'm going to join! They publish FREE COPIES of your novel! SO AHHHH!!! This is my chance HAHAHAHA!

Anyway. A Little Trivia About Yours Truly:

I've always written for fanfiction but now I'm more inclined to write for both fanfiction and fictionpress. I am a college freshman who found her way back to the pen and paper. Three years of being away from doing what I desperately loved made me realize that I can't live without writing. I'm pretty sure that you guys feel the same way as well.

Each word represents so much. Beauty, love, a conflicted soul wanting to find a way out.

I wish to publish a novel someday. I wish for this to be a reality. Someday :) I want to contribute to the books that have been written down for everybody to read.

My muse is constantly flitting in and out, around and about. Also, I take an awful lot of time to update a story so it gets frustrating for both my readers and myself.

Never Let Me Go by Florence The Machine is my anthem.

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Voice by angels know the rest reviews
but sometimes, just sometimes, your breath isn't your breath; its whispers aren't sweet, but bitter, and its hands are rough—no softness is felt on my skin;
Poetry: Love - Rated: K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 82 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 7/28/2012 - Complete
The way you'd renovate a ruined house by angels know the rest reviews
We want, and don't want, to be fixed.
Poetry: Life - Rated: K - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 211 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 4 - Published: 7/27/2012 - Complete
A random thought
or my musings that struck me during one of my trips from the passenger seat of a bus. I glanced down at my wrists and it was a surprise that the marks were still there. Funny. I hadn't even noticed.
Poetry: General - Rated: K - English - Poetry - Chapters: 1 - Words: 125 - Published: 3/17/2013