: About Me

Ah, well. I'm just a little on the lazy side. That's pretty much the thing that distinguishes me. Eh, I'll add more here if I ever feel like it.

My passion is ...

Writing?

I know too much about ...

Random Trivia

My parents always told me ...

"Because I said so!"

My childhood ambition ...

Fireman. I think. Maybe it was a doctor.

My favorite memory ...

Lemon pudding. My best idea as a child.

Why I write ...

*Shrugs*

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

Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card.

My first job ...

It'll come to me.

My best moment ...

Discovering the internet,

My inspiration ...

My bed. Yes, my bed.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Science fiction

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Stronghold It was another day. Or perhaps an evening, one couldn't tell inside the dark confines of the Stronghold. It was the exact opposite of living underground with the looming Stronghold reaching the heavens at its highest point, and yet, few people could ever tell the difference. Inside, two men were playing cards, "Treaties with every nation, and we're stuck in here. You'd think they'd cut some slack." said one as he drew another worn card. "You know them, always got to be prepared for the next invasion." the other mumbled as he threw in a chip. "Stronghold's the only thing ever bui...

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