Been walking around with a paper and pen in my hand since around the time I could walk and say 'NO!' with the infusion of self-affirmation... I'm a Scribe.

My passion is ...

Life as art.

I know too much about ...

metaphysics

My parents always told me ...

to save my receipts in case a problem came up

My childhood ambition ...

to paint with words, write with images and tones

My favorite memory ...

wearing my favorite yellow dress, that my mother finally threw away, breaking my still developing little heart

Why I write ...

Why do I eat?

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Creation

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Shimsha giggled. Her tiny brown hands rose to her face, covering a raspberry stained mouth, still full and endeavoring to chew. Her eyes followed the storyteller, but she did not shift like the rest of the children in the story circle.

The storyteller's hair was tall and round, rising like a curly sun orbiting his thin head, somehow drawing attention to the tightness of his face, cheeks which were sunken in, and lips which were full and slightly chapped from his habit of licking them during dramatic pauses required at certain points of any given tale.
His voice was deep, and rumble...

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