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A bit about me? Well, I've been writing since I could hold up a pencil! I enjoy writing stories best, but I hardly have time for it since they tend to be novel-like. Instead, I tend to spend most of my time writing poetry.

You can see some of my work here: http://allpoetry.com/SilverInk

Audition for my online band at: http://www.youtube.com/user/sewardsfollie

Why the name SilverInk? Here's something I wrote, which might help you understand.

Silver Ink

I dip my pen in silver ink
It lands a kiss on paper
And soon enough it illustrates
All that I have kept hidden
With a single flick
A turn of the wrist
As the silver swims
In flowing forms
Pages curl, ink they embrace
With a warm and welcomed grace
Forever will the silver dance
Across the flowery leaves
Of paper which will ceaselessly drink
From its love, the precious silver ink.

Story-wise, I'm a fantasy fanatic. My favorite all time author is Robert Jordan (may he rest in peace). He has been a life hero to me, as his works have gotten me through a lot in life. He is my inspiration in everything I write. If any of you are interested in him, I HIGHLY suggest "The Wheel of Time" series to you (for those of you who are fantasy fans).

I'm a friendly person, and I love joking around. I also really like helping people out so if anyone ever needs anything let me know!


My Stories

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  • 1700 words, March 29, 2008. In Adult, Fantasy, Other
  • Eieon, a mist tainted city, shrugged away on the rugged peaks of the Moghrien Mountains. The hushed town lay smothered in the night's shroud, silenced by the storming of the oblivion skies. Fragmented spears, brilliantly ligh
    3600 words, 1 comment, October 4, 2007
  • Characters: Narrator, Jacob, Jess, Bobby, Miehly, Nikolas, Brian
    800 words, 1 comment, April 17, 2006. In Screenplay
  • I was racing down the steps quickly yet careful not to trip. There was the faint smell of pine lingering in the air and through a thinly ice-covered window, I saw that day had
    400 words, 4 comments, December 3, 2005. In <200 lines, Other

My Poetry

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  • So there between two roads diverged, though there were no yellow trees in this bitter winter frost, and no one man would ever consider making the walk in such a day’s condition, but regardless to the caution signs which rang
    <100 words, 2 comments, March 31
  • Face swollen
    pudgy fingers
    100 words, 1 comment, February 25. In Personal
  • Desperate for a single brush,
    a stroke, a glance, a mutual touch;
    <100 words, 22 comments, January 15. In Life, Love, Other, Pain, Personal, Thoughts, Weird

My other items

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  • My Dearest Nephew at allpoetry
    Face swollen
    pudgy fingers
  • The Bitter Fruit at allpoetry
    Desperate for a single brush,
    a stroke, a glance, a mutual touch;
  • Just a Game at allpoetry
    Let this feeling go
    (this time i'll say no)

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