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Hey fellow readers and writers, my name is Morgan Elizabeth O'shea Lopers. Over my life time i have had many different changes in life style and they have all had a small impact on me in some way. I am one of many words but i can never find someone who really understands what i'm saying unless i dumb things down a bit. I am the one you would see at a party being a social butterfly but outside of that scene i'm actually really shy about letting things out, but when i'm comfortable around people i tend to be very out spoken and enthusiastic about everthing. I'm very creative, and have a keen eye for detail and design, if i'm not satisfied that i alter or state my opinion, even if its critical or mean. Writing is something of an outlet for flowing words in my head that don't seem to leave unless i write them down, i love writing about some sort of romance even if most of my stories are morbid and disturbing to some degree. I get most of my insperation from authors, and teachers that encourage me to continue. I have some stoies such as "London Excitment" that many have thoroughly enjoyed and wish for me to continue. Then i have some that aren't as popular like Waitting. Some say I'm good some say other wise but that for the reader to judge not i.

  • Last seen on Nov 23 10:00 AM. Member since April 9, 2007.
  • My mood is , and quote is "Hyper".
  • I am a 17 year old woman (Canada)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm just being a regular teenager girl.
  • I have 8 comments, 4 poems, 19 stories

My Stories

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  • Itchy Feeling
    I could feel my skin crawl under my costume as if tiny bugs were biting me. I tried hard to ignore such a pesky feeling, but it was eating away at my sanity. People stared at me making it worse. The people who had stopped to
    100 words, 1 comment, September 21. In Angst, First person, Humor
  • Deaths Embrace
    I feel cold, my arms, legs, everything frozen in place. 1
    100 words, 2 comments, September 21. In Dark
  • Victorian Labyrinth
    Crack! The sound of rolling thunder ran through the empty house, as Nicholas crept through the supposed haunted house.1
    100 words, 1 comment, September 21. In Dark, Fiction
  • Nights
    The night was whimsical and enchanting. The stars twinkled against the velvet black night. The full moon burned its image into my head as it glowed a comforting blue. The scent of sea salt and musk hung heavy in the midnight
    100 words, 2 comments, September 21. In Fantasy

My Poetry

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  • [ Life, Death ]
    Life, Death Dark,Light
    <100 words, 1 comment, January 18, 2008. In Balance
  • [ We play around ]
    We play around We share our laughter
    <100 words, December 1, 2007. In Love
  • Far away Lover
    On a sunny day, / a girl sat on top of a hill, / her hair straight and flowed down her back. / She sat alone with a single flower in her hand, / she stared into the rolling hills, / she listened to
    <100 words, 2 comments, April 28, 2007. In Love, Hope, Freewrite, Longing, Lost love

My other items

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  • [ Life, Death ] at allpoetry
    Life, Death Dark,Light
  • [ We play around ] at allpoetry
    We play around We share our laughter
  • Far away Lover at allpoetry
    On a sunny day, / a girl sat on top of a hill, / her hair straight and flowed down her back. / She sat alone with a single flower in her hand, / she stared into the rolling hills, / she listened to

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