Hello, and welcome to my page! I love writing, and maybe one day I'll hit a stroke of luck and get something published. Until then, I'm going to keep trying as hard as I can, with a lot of inspiration from music, mythology, and random events in daily life. It's difficult to continue on a story when odds are fair that I'll be in a completely different mindset a day or two later.
I love science fiction, fantasy (both urban and 'true' fantasy), and just about anything else under the sun, as long as the author has truly put a lot of effort into their work.
It seems like some of the best and truly creative inspirations come totally out of the blue, like running into that streetlamp you never saw coming. You pause, wondering "Where did THAT come from?" and continue on your merry way, a little bit wiser for the experience.
Moral of the story: Keep writing, put your heart and soul into it, and WATCH OUT FOR STREETLAMPS.
I love science fiction, fantasy (both urban and 'true' fantasy), and just about anything else under the sun, as long as the author has truly put a lot of effort into their work.
It seems like some of the best and truly creative inspirations come totally out of the blue, like running into that streetlamp you never saw coming. You pause, wondering "Where did THAT come from?" and continue on your merry way, a little bit wiser for the experience.
Moral of the story: Keep writing, put your heart and soul into it, and WATCH OUT FOR STREETLAMPS.
- Last seen on Oct 16 10:54 PM. Member since October 15, 2008.
- I am a 18 year old guy from Maryland (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm probably playing TF2/DOW/Reading/Calculus.
- I have 24 comments, 2 poems, 3 stories
My Stories
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The cracked plaster walls of the apartment building were covered in a dull-grey grit, smeared by dirt and blood. Flourescent lights swayed drunkenly overhead, spreading weak pools of light over the refuse scattered on the flo2000 words, 1 comment, November 22, 2008. In Apocalypse, Dark, Fiction, First person, Horror, Undead, Zombie
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The night was young, with a full fat moon hovering in the sky overhead, beneath a satin sky. I sat there, waiting by the gate-- tonight was
My Poetry
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legnA-livE on October 15, 2008hello!!
im Nakita!!!
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