: About Me

I am a college student, who is trying to find the time to go to class while staying home and being there for my child. I have always been told by all of my teachers that I am an excellent writer or the best writer that they have ever had as a student. My high school English teacher suggested that I start freelancing to make some money and I found this website so I am hoping that this works out and that I am really as good of a writer as I've always been told.

I view my former English teacher as a mentor because she is always supporting me and reminding me that I was born to write and that a talent like this shouldn't be wasted. I honestly don't see it and can't tell how my writing is much different from anyone else's but I enjoy the craft.

I've won a few awards for plays that I wrote, unfortunately this was all in elementary school. I was very upset when year after year I didn't receive the writer's award at my school. The teacher in charge of handing out the award told me that she couldn't give it to me because I wrote what I wanted to write about instead of writing what she wanted me to write about. I'm a rebel, I'll never change.

I had a very difficult adolescence, in fact I'm probably still getting over it. I enjoy reading, writing, learning, playing sports, running around, listening to music, and basically everything else.

My passion is ...

my daughter

I know too much about ...

puberty, sex and pregnancy

My parents always told me ...

to pray that the bad people get what they deserve

My childhood ambition ...

to become a writer

My favorite memory ...

playing

Why I write ...

self expression

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

computer screen

My first job ...

mcdonalds

My best moment ...

when I looked into my baby's eyes

My inspiration ...

my daughter

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Conspiracy

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I placed my naked leg languidly over the Count's. "So, how do you suggest that we kill the king?" I pursed my lips together seductively and licked them for emphasis. "I suggest poison, dear lady. I can get a very powerful one from the apothecary." The count was an awkward man and he often stuttered over his words. He also wheezed terribly. It didn't matter, he would make sure the job was done. I was not of the normal breed of courtesan. It took more than a jingly bag of coins to get between my thighs. This particular man was the vessel through which I would reach my gains, although I had s...

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