Autumn Brown

After work at the local grocery or long days at University, the hazel-eyed girl could usually be found in front of a computer, her porcelain fingers covered in pink scars from living- just about anybody who has lived has them. Typing the way a giant stomps through a house, painfully bouncing from one idea to another, she engaged in wordplay for her own amusement while battling the bouncing ferrets that constantly disrupted her. There were three of the beasts, all with onyx eyes that shined with delight at the simple things. No cup was safe in their vicinity and would promptly be knocked over upon their discovery. Tawny, the second oldest, particularly enjoyed chewing on controllers, headphones, or any number of her toys, her favorite of which was an artificial-bubble-gum-blue, rubber dog. Sadly, the girl had to hide this dog from the animal because she was in the middle of obliterating his ears.
	After writing for two decades and realizing she had stories galore, the girl decided to share them. Presently, her ideas were numerous and she had poems, short stories, and novellas chopped up, completed, rewritten, and in various other stages.
	Sitting on her paisley couch of brown and black, the girl sipped a poor-man's lemonade and began to round out her profile on Wattpad. A little here, a little there and voila!