Dear You, I am a seventeen-year-old who dreams of writing a best-selling novel to prove that I CAN make something of myself from my wild imagination and show people that I can make my dreams come true, even if they give up. I love to write. Ever since I picked up the first book that ever grabbed my attention and started my love for reading-The Warrior Heir by Cinda Williams Chima-I have realized that writing is what I want to do. It frustrates me when I can't figure out what to write next, how a character should act or what their personality should be like, or how to start a story. Starting a story, I have to say, is my biggest weakness. Nothing ever seems good enough or capturing enough for me. I love feedback, whether positive or negative. Feedback helps me to see what I need to improve on or brings things about my stories to my attention that I hadn't noticed. I don't like it when someone completely bashes my stories, however. If you don't like them at all, just tell me you don't like them don't pick apart every little detail and word and tell me how stupid you think it is. That is not criticism, it's hating. If you have anything you want to know, message me or comment and I promise to try my hardest to respond and get back to you. Personal Things:: I live in beautiful Alabama, USA. I am a girl in a small town where it seems nobody ever leaves. I love the colors blue, purple, and silver. My favorite animals are wolves, tigers, and dolphins. My favorite pet to have would be a Husky, preferably with blue eyes <3. I get inspiration from the most random places-from dreams I have at night to pictures to song lyrics. I am a recovering Cutter. Not Emo, Cutter. I love life now and always try to look at the bright side of things and help others in tough situations, who are like I was, or who just need someone to hear them out. Wow, thank you for actually reading this far into my profile. I just want my readers to know me. So thank you. Happy Reading! ~Secretly
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Description: Collection of my poems about the ups and downs of love, the good times and the bad times, new love and heartbreak. My first attempts at love poetry without it being spurred by my own emotions.
Castiel's head fell back. The blue light expanded from his eyes, enveloping his body. Dean didn't look away. There was no point. He heard the sound of fluttering wings, and suddenly felt an awful bu...
Not okay, but if this show ends wit the three of them dead, this is the way it should be done. Get this to the writers ASAP!!
“Sam, if you don't get out of this kitchen in the next five seconds I will I stab you with the closest utensil.”
Hey now, spoons are just as dangerous as forks and knives. I have the scar to prove it.....they're more evil than they seem -.-