Wow, it has been quite a long time since I have been on this site, the face has changed quite drastically.
Okay, my name is Xavier, most people call me Zave. Remember, in my name the X doesn't not sound like "X" in "x-ray" but rather like "Z" in "zoo"
I am eighteen, I'll be ninteen in January. After clearning my very VERY faulty back round, and working on becoming a "better figure in the community" I have managed to secure myself a job as a United States Marine. I completed the training a little while back and I am now just awaiting my assignments.
I have a dark past, haha, but it is just a past. I've lost a girl whom I loved very much due to recklass behaviour on my part, but I have found another girl who has made me the greatest person that I could be.
I don't drink, I DON'T do drugs, and I don't smoke. Straightedged bitches.
I recently dicovered my natural hair colour, brown. My girlfriend's family assisted me in have the Anarchy tattoo removed from the back of my neck and all piercings are gone. After training my weight dropped to 175, the best shape of my life.
I should probably tell you about my style of writing. Easily, without question, horror. I love to write horror. Remember, the key to writing the best horror story, is writing it to the point where you're so scared you don't want to continue and you check in your closet before you go to bed, and say a few prayers. I also have been known to write romance here and there, as well as some teen stuff. If you're into teen stuff, check Only. It is a seires of stories that I wrote about two years ago, I believe.
My friends support me in whatever I do, even though they don't totally agree with the carreer path that I have chosen. Except for Randy. Oh, and my girlfriend worries constantly even though I'm still at home.
I have been dating Tia for almost one year now, and have managed to refrain from doing something for a whole year.
My career of choice after the Marines, (assuming there is an 'after the Marines') is a fire fighter.
Courage is endurance for one moment more.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
The only easy day was yesterday.
Okay, my name is Xavier, most people call me Zave. Remember, in my name the X doesn't not sound like "X" in "x-ray" but rather like "Z" in "zoo"
I am eighteen, I'll be ninteen in January. After clearning my very VERY faulty back round, and working on becoming a "better figure in the community" I have managed to secure myself a job as a United States Marine. I completed the training a little while back and I am now just awaiting my assignments.
I have a dark past, haha, but it is just a past. I've lost a girl whom I loved very much due to recklass behaviour on my part, but I have found another girl who has made me the greatest person that I could be.
I don't drink, I DON'T do drugs, and I don't smoke. Straightedged bitches.
I recently dicovered my natural hair colour, brown. My girlfriend's family assisted me in have the Anarchy tattoo removed from the back of my neck and all piercings are gone. After training my weight dropped to 175, the best shape of my life.
I should probably tell you about my style of writing. Easily, without question, horror. I love to write horror. Remember, the key to writing the best horror story, is writing it to the point where you're so scared you don't want to continue and you check in your closet before you go to bed, and say a few prayers. I also have been known to write romance here and there, as well as some teen stuff. If you're into teen stuff, check Only. It is a seires of stories that I wrote about two years ago, I believe.
My friends support me in whatever I do, even though they don't totally agree with the carreer path that I have chosen. Except for Randy. Oh, and my girlfriend worries constantly even though I'm still at home.
I have been dating Tia for almost one year now, and have managed to refrain from doing something for a whole year.
My career of choice after the Marines, (assuming there is an 'after the Marines') is a fire fighter.
Courage is endurance for one moment more.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
The only easy day was yesterday.
- Member since March 25, 2006.
- I am a man from Colorado (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Marine.
- I have 115 comments, 8 poems, 20 stories
My Stories
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I walked into the deserted house with my gun pointed directly in front of me. My hand was gripping it so tightly that my knuckles were whiter than the moon that was out tonight1900 words, 5 comments, September 26, 2005. In <200 lines, Horror
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He stood up slowly reaching into his jacket pocket grabbing his cigarette pack. James lit up and took a long drag. He stepped off his porch and into the open air. At that momen2100 words, 6 comments, September 4, 2005. In <200 lines, Horror
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So, at times one has to question why one feels the way they do. I’m lying on my mattress in the middle of my room, staring up at my posters that cover the holes in my walls. Fo1100 words, 4 comments, September 2, 2005. In <200 lines, Depression
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I was walking down the front, in my ever famous Sox cap. I turned it around as I passed the Ashworth. It was an absolutely gorgeous day out; the sun was shining brightly onto t1500 words, 8 comments, April 17, 2005. In <200 lines, Horror
My Poetry
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And we drink until we can't walk
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I remember the last time I kissed you
The last time my thumb trailed your face -
