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Young Writers Society


creativityrules


Welcome, stranger. Wait. That isn't right. I sincerely doubt that you're stranger than I am.

If you want to know about me, read my stories.


Interests

Writing short stories, attempting to write poetry, acrylic painting, being a library hermit, spending hours digging through junk at flea markets, coffee, and indie music.

Occupation

Artistic Beatnik


"For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein