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Well...I guess this is my story site. I've always been writing. Ever since I was in fourth grade and apparently I wrote this poem about the nativity that was pretty cool and stuff. I mean I got to read it on the radio. Maybe thats when writing really came onto me. But, anyway...I write stories. Normally I get my mind wrapped up in one thing, but I'm trying to broaden my horizons so to speak.

I go to a boarding school in Pennsylvania, which is enough of a story in itself. I have amazing friends, one of which told me about this site, Ms.Della Vancastle. I have friends, and then theres my boy Mike, and theres my big bro Shane, and my little could be bro Tylar. And theres Carly, Gaby, Abby, and all you other guys.

On top of all this I'm trying to figure out things. I love God. Sometimes I wish things could just be black and white, but then I guess theres no struggle in that, is there?

I'm currently a junior at my school, and between trying to balance APUSH and all my other school work, I don't get much time for freewriting. Still, I try when I can.

  • Member since May 3, 2007.
  • I am a 16 year old girl from Pennsylvania (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm ...well...to be perfectly frank...i don't really know...i don't have a hobby of any kind....who wants to lend me theirs?.
  • I have 8 comments, 3 poems, 7 stories

My Stories

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  • Two hours and thirty seven minuets later Anna sat in a chair next to Owen's bed drinking hot espresso and thinking. Thinking about the past. About how strange the situation ahd suddenly become. She had always imagined that wh
    1500 words, June 3, 2008
  • "Owen!"1 / There was Mr. Berkley's voice. The scruff in his voice as it reached un-naturally high levels for a forty five year old male. However high these levels were though, Owen heard them at
    1400 words, June 3, 2008
  • 700 words, 2 comments, January 3, 2008. In Love, Young adult
  • I snapped in the car. I hadn't honestly thought I was that angry, but I guess I was. What else is a 22 year old going to do after their father is just....father? I mean, I guess when you're 22 and still living with your parents, any kind of tension can go
    900 words, 4 comments, May 12, 2007. In Accident, Crime, Depression

My Poetry

  • I love this boy. He loves feet.
    <100 words, January 5, 2008
  • you are this to me yours is the only hand i want to hold
    <100 words, January 5, 2008
  • So Are you surprised?
    <100 words, January 5, 2008

My other items

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  • feet at allpoetry
    I love this boy. He loves feet.
  • love at allpoetry
    you are this to me yours is the only hand i want to hold
  • a question of character at allpoetry
    So Are you surprised?

Guest Book

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  • BluRobyn on January 4, 2008
    Hey, thanks for the comments. I'd lend you my hobby except... I don't really have one. So yeah, thanks for reading my stories and commenting on them and stuff.
    BluRobyn

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