...oh, you are waiting on me, aren't you? I'm sorry, I got distracted.
I've been writing for a long time, though not as much as I should be. I think I wrote my first 'real' story when I was 8 or 9. It was about dolphins...or so they tell me. I don't remember it at all. Sad, huh?
My home right now is in Virginia, near the coast, but not near enough. My life is shambles, but oddly the kind that lead to writing. Though I suppose that all emotional train wrecks are good creative fodder. I have love, sometimes too much. I have anger, usually not enough. I have stubborn, but almost always not enough. I have spine, though never enough. I have kids, enough but not near enough. I have sadness, too much. I have happy, becoming more.
I am me, and that is all.
I've been writing for a long time, though not as much as I should be. I think I wrote my first 'real' story when I was 8 or 9. It was about dolphins...or so they tell me. I don't remember it at all. Sad, huh?
My home right now is in Virginia, near the coast, but not near enough. My life is shambles, but oddly the kind that lead to writing. Though I suppose that all emotional train wrecks are good creative fodder. I have love, sometimes too much. I have anger, usually not enough. I have stubborn, but almost always not enough. I have spine, though never enough. I have kids, enough but not near enough. I have sadness, too much. I have happy, becoming more.
I am me, and that is all.
- Last seen on Feb 27 9:55 AM 2008. Member since November 7, 2007.
- I am a 28 year old girl from Virginia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm associate manager of a storage place.
My Stories
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My name is Cassandra Magdalaina de Vizzenie and I am the Scion of the Gods.<100 words, 1 comment, November 12, 2007
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This is the start of the story of a girl born to change the world
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1 / It is hard to be greatful this year. I wish that it were otherwise, but it is just not. If someone had told me a year ago that I would be where I am right now, I would have laughe300 words, 3 comments, November 8, 2007
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She stood in the doorway to the bodega, looking out on to the bustling streets, a cigarette in one hand, a steaming hot paper cup of coffee in the other. People streamed past her like so many wildebeests in the great African1700 words, 1 comment, November 8, 2007
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StarDragon on November 9, 2007You just hit on the entire reason that I signed up here in the first place, inspiration! Contest prompts lend me a hand when nothing else will.
As for the people who won't lend a hand, shoot them. Trust me it helps! *smirks* -
AllOuta : Handsy- El Captino on November 7, 2007Short socks, crack, half and half and VILLAGE!
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