: About Me

Okay, so I honestly never have a clue what to write here? I'm 15, I'm pretty easygoing, as nothing I'm told ever really sinks in. Once comfortable, I'm not one to keep my head down, but all too often I really should. I don't have any specific tastes in music; it's a bit of everything really. I like most sports, just not when it's just running (like cross country and shuttle runs). I can't stand the cold when there's no snow, but it makes the warmth feel all the more delicious, so it's nearly worth it. I could be described as outgoing and confident by some people, but quiet and shy by others - it all depends on who you are and how well I know you. I never really find the time to write, just because it seems so much like schoolwork that I can't help finding distractions, but when I'm in the right mood, I love it - I just hope that the more I do it, I actually will get better :)

Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Horror

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The head hung before me. It hadn't been cut cleanly; the bottom edge of the neck was dripping with blood and was zigzagged and uneven. There was blood pouring from it like a tap, forming a small river on the ground. Its eyes were wide open, staring at me with a glare of utter terror. Its mouth hung loosely open, as if having gone limp after a wild scream. Its hair was matted with blood already starting to clot, but it was stretched out as it was being used to hold the head up. The hand holding it was hard, the knuckles broad but also white as it was holding the head's hair with such grip. ...

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