: About Me

My name is Kelsey Anderson. I'm twenty years old, never went to college, and I'm getting married on the fourth of July next year. I hate planning ahead because I never really know where life is going. Writing is where I center my pent-up passions so I can actually understand my own life.

I've always been curious about other people's views on life as well so I decided to try writing from a new angle. By putting myself in other people's shoes and writing about their experiences from a personal standpoint has really worked to open up my eyes. I don't travel, I don't take vacations, and I work in a factory. Writing puts me in a completely different world and makes life a little more interesting.

I'm really gracious to Helium.com and its members for creating a place for all the people who want to lose themselves in writing. It has turned out to be a very rewarding hobby. I want to thank everyone who has taken a part in helping others improve their writing skills and share their unique views with the world. Helium is a place of great opportunity and I'm very excited to be a part of it.

My passion is ...

Understanding people and touching their hearts

I know too much about ...

secrets and how much they can ruin you

My parents always told me ...

I need to do more to get noticed

My childhood ambition ...

Was to keep everyone happy

My favorite memory ...

Is meeting my sister, Brandi for the first time

Why I write ...

It's like keeping a coded diary.

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

I have a tragic love story running through my head

My first job ...

Waitress

My best moment ...

Meeting Jodi O'Keefe, a talented teacher and good friend

My inspiration ...

My grandma, Rose Edna Margaret Anderson

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I am brave

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I turned eight today In this hospital bed And I am alone I hear Mommy And she is crying But I am alone I squint my eyes Trying hard to see through the heavy fog Only to find that I am still alone Someone is waiting on the other side Whispering reassurances Beckoning me, pleading But I am afraid Such a familiar voice Like an echo I've heard many times before So distant, yet so near I don't want to be alone I am brave Mommy tells me every day... Tentatively, my pale fingers Reach through the cool, misty barrier Soft, warm hands Envelope my own, icy fingers And a pool of light washes away the...

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