Well I'm from the UK (I live in a small village slap bang in the middle of nowhere), am almost 18 (pretty exiting I know), and am quite obviously of the male variety. I would say I'm pretty wacky, but that's down to personal opinion. I am a young aspiring writer/ actor - and plan to study a joint honours degree with Creative Writing and Drama in 2010. I'm extremely passionate about writing - however am also extremely busy as I'm just such hot property - that was extremely cringe worthy I know - so I try to write whenever i get time or if I have a mental idea that I like. I hope to make Helium a part of my everyday routine, and hope to learn a lot - and what a better way to learn with all you crazy writers. I could seriously go on forever - but I sure you would all get bored so "that's a wrap".... :D

My passion is ...

creative endeavour

I know too much about ...

myself - i'm always over analysing myself - which I think is a good thing

My parents always told me ...

to stop singing so bloody loud!

My childhood ambition ...

to enrol at Hogwarts - I really believed I would get a letter - I've always pushed the boundaries of my imagination

My favorite memory ...

Christmas with my family (through the years)

Why I write ...

I love creativity and freedom

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

Somme Mud (book) :Leona Lewis - Run (what a song)

My first job ...

was working in a cafe - not such a proud moment

My best moment ...

witnessing the miracle nature is.

My inspiration ...

Life, Death, Nature, Personal Experience

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rain

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A black cloud
Approaches.
You ignore the sirens,
It's thunderous call,
And walk on,
Your back turned,
A shadow in your stride.

The heavens open,
As blackness falls about you,
And the rain comes.
Where is he now?

The rain comes.
Falling down,
Down upon you
It's damp presence
Climbs into every crevice,
Every weakness.

It's waters quickly
Deepen,
Until you wade.
You wade and wade
Never reaching
That far-off place
Of salvation.
Your legs begin to ache.

Ever the rain pours,
And ever the waters rise.
Until a deep sea surrounds,
An endless sea of misery
And despair.

The waves crash
And the wi...

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• Creative Writing Silver