: About Me

Now oddly quizzical of myself and my worl after humpty dumpty had a great fall and all the Kings' horses and men couldnt put me back together like she was.

My passion is ...

Music

I know too much about ...

Grammar

My parents always told me ...

Not to talk with my mouth full

My childhood ambition ...

Puppeteer

Why I write ...

Have To

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Nothing

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Saturday night

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She doesn't smile anymore; she used to and she tries very hard to continue in her old ways of jollity and frivolities only to be left short every time; after every endeavor toward a greater goal. What that greater goal is of course she knows not, maybe one day soon, always hopeful that the one day will come in the next hour, she will reach that goal, if only in the form of comprehension of it. She took to the moped in the fresh darkness of one night, in search of her smile, destination un-chosen, it was to be an adventure she hoped; she would go where her pasty headlight would take her. Sh...

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