I'm a freshman in college, about to begin my second semester. I'm currently driving my second car since my senior year. Why? Because karma hates my car, the back of my car specifically. I've been in more accidents than just about anyone I know. None of them my fault of course, well ok, I traded paint with someone once, but that was the front of my car so it doesn't count. I had one of my windows shot out in the middle of the night, someone backed into me in a parking lot (technically that was the side of my car, but I had just backed out of a space), someone passed out behind the wheel while I was stopped at a red light and slammed into me at 55 miles per hour (totaled the car that time). Well, naturally I figured that the car must be cursed or that people just really hated my bumper sticker so I got a new car. I've had it for a few monthes and I don't remember being in any accidents, but the shaft on the transmission had to be replaced (sure that's in the engine, but it's still bad luck with cars) and right after that a tree branch maliciously attacked my back window.
What does all this have to do with my writing? Absolutely nothing, I just thought you might like to know. Now please enjoy this emoticon:
What does all this have to do with my writing? Absolutely nothing, I just thought you might like to know. Now please enjoy this emoticon:
- Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a 17 year old girl from Indiana (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a purple pogo stick.
- Visit my homepage at classified
- I have 92 comments, 12 poems, 19 stories
My Stories
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Cast: / / Mucius Scaevola / / Lucrecia / / Titus / / Mucius' father / / Beggar / / Scene 1 / / Scene begins as a young man, Gaius Mucius Scaevola, walks intently across the stage. Another young man, Titus, enters callin
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My Poetry
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Too many books. / It’s an insert. / Pick up picture, / Put it in the book. / Take two stacks / And turn them into… / Two stacks. / Stupid ghost. Go away! / Half these books are going in the trash. / Do
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Tanned skin glistens / As they spin, / Dancing for rain, / Praying for lightening, / Calling for thunder. / No one realizes / They hate the sun. / They stop, waiting, / Hoping. They long / For weather
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. - Harry Pottter and the--Shhh! Don't Say That! at allpoetry
Too many books. / It’s an insert. / Pick up picture, / Put it in the book. / Take two stacks / And turn them into… / Two stacks. / Stupid ghost. Go away! / Half these books are going in the trash. / Do - The Turtle Dance at allpoetry
Tanned skin glistens / As they spin, / Dancing for rain, / Praying for lightening, / Calling for thunder. / No one realizes / They hate the sun. / They stop, waiting, / Hoping. They long / For weather
