I am Julia. I am sane enough to know that I'm crazy. My emotions are in a messy pile over in the unswept corner of my bedroom. I'm not ready for classes to start again- I haven't even read the books I wanted to read so I better get started before time gets the best of me. My eyesight is failing miserably and the fact that I can't find my reading glasses doesn't help. No, I am not an old hag pretending to be a young woman. No offense to all the oldER and wisER woman on Storywrite
- Last seen on Jun 7 6:20 PM. Member since October 7, 2006.
- I am a girl (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm student.
- Visit my homepage at reminiscetoday.spaces.live.com/
- I have 45 comments, 3 poems, 9 stories
My Stories
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I've lived most my life on rooftops, watching the world beyond mine. Swirling hues of thoughts and emotion color the sky above me. I sit and gaze in delight at the splendid display of vibrant yellows playing with soft pinks,400 words, 1 comment, March 8, 2008. In Abstract, Depression, First person, Hope, Personal, Short story, Weird
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With the slightest raise of his hands,a circle of blue flame encircled Fagan and his companions and consumed any Worgans unfortunate enough300 words, February 14, 2008. In Fantasy
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I was going to be late again. My fingers gripped the steering wheel as my foot pushed the pedal down, accelerating well over the speed limit. I switched lanes as my annoyance grew at the granny driver ahead of me, blaming her
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My Poetry
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flames, consuming
memoirs of blissful years. -
What Claire paints is a mystery.
The psychologists don’t understand. -
The glacial peaks form his icy supulcher...
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- ashes and flames at sharepoetry
I came upon a terrible car crash / twisted metal, / and shattered glass. / Burning rubber invades my senses / it's taking over / too late, it's over. / / I realize / it's mine to claim, / my own blood mixing with gasoline. / past and - Daddy, I'm Not A Little Girl Anymore at sharepoetry
