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Ever since I was very young, I've had a passion for the written word. My primary genre is Fantasy, though because of my passion for ancient history (primarily ancient Egypt), I also specialize in writing about the culture and mythology of ancient people.

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Food & Drink > Candy & Desserts Which is better, plain M&Ms or peanut?: 2 of 44
M&Ms are one of the most successful and delicious candies in existence today. There are plain M&Ms, dark chocolate M&Ms, peanut M&Ms, and peanut butter M&Ms. Peanut butter M&Ms aren't that great. I've never had dark chocolate M&Ms, and plain M&Ms are good, but nothing compares with peanut M&am... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Dark fantasy: 12 of 148
I gasped, my body twisting and convulsing on the soft surface of my bed. Pain stabbed through every organ, every nerve sent jolts of screaming agony through me. Oxygen seemed lacking, my lungs attempting and failing to pull any spare in through my nose and mouth. All it succeeded in was more jolts of torture flowing and stab... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Magical fantasy: 16 of 117
It was quiet there. The first thing I noticed was the silence, the overbearing silence where I couldn't even hear myself breathe or think. Was I breathing? I couldn't tell. There was Nothing, no sound, no emotion, yet there was also a lingering fear on the edge of it all. I knew that it was bad; it was evil, and there was no... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Despair: 40 of 260
Price We Pay I'm alone and listening to the songs within my head, Images flying past the screen inside. My mind's eye twitches from lack of use, Butterfly wings fluttering on a dusty windowceil. Sometimes when I'm locked inside, I tremble Just a bit. I'm longing for a dream and Hoping for a truth, But lies are like candy we ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Self-harming and the reasons behind it: 4 of 20
I don't specifically remember the first time I harmed myself. I must have been extremely young, because I was a trichotillomaniac by the time I was seven. For those who don't know, trichotillomania is the condition of compulsively pulling out hair - for me at that young age, it was my eyelashes and eyebrows. I stopped that, ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreaming of you: 13 of 62
The Beating Heart I belong not to myself, but To one I know not. His voice is a whisper upon my soul, And I tremble with the power of my faith. There exists an emptiness filled by he unseen And I float just as I know I'm drowning. And my wings they work, for surely I am soaring. An undreamt dream stirs my heart from stillness. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflecting on your life: 42 of 195
Truly Alive Because I listen for how it sounds, I am trapped in listening to whispers on a breeze - Of life, interrupted, and ev'ry little sneeze. I feel my heart pounding A beat on the fly, And I wish for one moment To truly be alive. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Secret love: 39 of 174
The Secret Sea I'm set off-balance, Heart spinning rapidly as everything tumbles, Crumbles beneath me, and I fall into the sea. Around me swims all of life, Flavors of desire, of passion Entwining me in your arms and I breathe you into me. Sweet and salty and everything in between, Hot and cold, you push and pull me. Blessed... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing for your love: 4 of 15
Musical Desire Heavily disguised yet amplified, My faith waxes and wanes with the tide. An ambush of the heart and I'm breaking upon the rocks of what once was. A sharpness that dulls and then I'm left Bleeding for you, forever. An eternity bereft, I search sky and sea For this feeling to return to me. An echo apart, a whisp... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snowflakes: 10 of 35
Among the Snowflakes On the snowflakes falling to the ground are Crystalline petals, smooth and cold. I know, deep within, we're just like them. So cold, pure, and beautiful but I know We'll melt and lose our charm in the heat. Is this why we tend to go numb? Avoid the heat of anger and the icy chill of pain - Come with me t... More..