| Name | Helen |
| Location | In your closet. |
| Member Since | May 20, 2012 |
| Votes Received | 81 |
Good morning/afternoon/evening/night world. My name's Helen, and I'll be your writer-of-attention for this second, this minute, hour, however long you decide to stay on my page for. I hope I can make you feel something through my writing, and if I don't succed with that, feel free to tell me what needs some elbow grease in my work- I need it! someday, anyday, I hope to become a real author. My parents, nevertheless loving, don't agree. But when I'm older I can certainly go out and acheive my goals according to my dreams, so there be it. I didn't start on Wattpad- I was born on Deviantart instead, another art-sharing website. http://themagicianlord.deviantart.com/ but here I am anyways. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ UPDATE: March 15th, 2013 This account is now officially going to be used mainly to suit other's people's needs, not mine; feel free to ask/PM me for a critique, absolutely free! I'm sort of on a haitus in my own writing till I can get everything sorted. I also have a graphics thread here: http://www.wattpad.com/forums/discussion/522957/manhattan-groove-closed-to-catch-up/#Item_94 (closed for the moment)
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![]() | Worlds: A Collection of PoetryA collection of poems based on happiness, guilt, war, rememberance, and any other act on earth you can imagine. |
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@HellzxAngel thank you very much. :)
Thnx for te follow❤ Your profile picture is SO COOL ;)
Round 1~ -Reds Comp
wow, you have tons of books :))) I wonder what would be the first one to read ^_^
Hiiiiilllo
Thank you for following. :) Don't be a stranger... I'm a social person. Send me a message, check out a story or two, post something random on my profile. Whatever floats your boat :)
@PensAndDaggers oh my gosh, sorry for replying so late; I actually deemed my Wattpad account inactive a few months ago, I don't feel like this is the writing website for me anymore. So I haven't gone on until today. But thank you so much for your comment! :) and I'll be sure to check out some of your stuff. ~Helen
I like how you are so critical with analyzing peoples work, I think some people might not appreciate that but I have been looking around and your comments are really constructive. Hopefully you'll be able to read my poems and give a helping hand. Oh and great stuff at your end too.
Hey guys! Another chapter of 10,249 Days: An Olympic Journey: http://www.wattpad.com/story/1860183-10-249-days-an-olympic-journey is out, called Part 2: The Awakening. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
Hey guys! In case you don't know yet, I'm in the process of writing a novel called 10,249 Days: An Olympic Journey: http://www.wattpad.com/story/1860183-10-249-days-an-olympic-journey "Many things can be done over the course of 10, 249 days. But it's only the 19 seconds after that count." Many watch it on televisions; some people dream of it; But few have gone past the dreaming stage. And hardly anyone is transported to the real thing (but that's only after 10,249 days.) Making the almost impossible possible is a daily routine for a young woman of her caliber. She's been training day after day, month after month, pain after pain. Physically, she's more than ready. But the body is nothing without a heart, and it is her untamed, throbbing heart which thrusts herself into more questions and doubt as this Olympic gymnast twirls, jumps, and flips her way deeper into the essence of the Games, something almost impossible to see. har name is never revealed, but can she make one for herself? "Only some of us know what it’s like, 10,249 days later." It's a concept that I imagine is new and fresh to most people, writing about the Olympic Games! :) I really hope to be there someday, and not just watching it as a couch potato. Anyways, if you like the concept and summary, clickety clack on that link and read! I've already got a prologue and part 1 up, and part 2 will be arriving soon. happy writing, ~Helen