I like to write quite a bit, though I seem to only have patience for short stories and flash fiction. I haven't practiced as much as I should have up to this point because I get caught up with big ideas that turn into big unfinished projects.
I'm inspired by quirkiness and love using deadpan humor, repetition and word-surgery (sticking words together that don't belong with dashes). I usually get hung up trying to bring said quirkiness into serious genres (meaning all of my characters are world-loathing anti-heroes with a snotty sense of humor fighting against tyranny and oppression everywhere). Think Fifth Element+Kill Bill+Ghost World+Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy+Series of Unfortunate Events+Slaughterhouse Five.
Or rather, that's what you'd be thinking if I ever finished anything.
I'm inspired by quirkiness and love using deadpan humor, repetition and word-surgery (sticking words together that don't belong with dashes). I usually get hung up trying to bring said quirkiness into serious genres (meaning all of my characters are world-loathing anti-heroes with a snotty sense of humor fighting against tyranny and oppression everywhere). Think Fifth Element+Kill Bill+Ghost World+Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy+Series of Unfortunate Events+Slaughterhouse Five.
Or rather, that's what you'd be thinking if I ever finished anything.
- Last seen on Oct 13 7:49 PM. Member since January 20, 2008.
- I am a girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm A Student, studying recording arts..
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/wasting_time_again




- I have 27 comments, 12 stories
My Stories
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I’m not sure how to persuade myself to be myself. I flip on the lights and the greasy mirror shows me something I am familiar with, yet something not entirely comfortable to behold. Blue light filters in but I ignore it, it d200 words, September 12
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She lifts her sweatshirt over her head, exposing a wasteland of rippling muscle beneath a tank top. His eyes bulge for a moment, not believing what he’s seeing. He instantly turns to jog off, wishing that he’d never targeted300 words, 2 comments, March 13
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The darkness is quite thick. Thicker than usual…It’s not the sweet, inviting darkness that normally welcomes her after a hard day at work. These shadows are cold, clinical, and aseptic. As she lies on the floor, a peculiar, w700 words, March 2
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The woman sat cross legged in the center of the room, glaring intensely at the window that separated us as if she could break it by cogitat3100 words, 3 comments, February 26. In Science fiction
