: About Me

My name is David Kamikaze (pronounced calm-cash), I am 27 years old and have been writing for most of my life. I am taking time to go back to University and study Politics and World Affairs following a bad period in my life, but mostly I am a gigantic geek at heart.

I have written mass amounts of poetry, prose and numerous humourous critiques on film, television, music and games - both as professional articles and for personal fun. If something isn't right, I will tend to point out why it isn't right - and why I do not believe others would tolerate it either. It's never personal.

I enjoy writing, debating and discussing various topics and always remain open to the possibilities of researching and understanding new and interesting topics. I am not afraid to get stuck in and ask difficult questions, and open-minded to consider most options. I like to learn about new topics, research and formulate a response accordingly.

Please feel free to contact me for questions and queries.

e-mail; davidkamikaze(at)btinternet(dot)com

My passion is ...

Writing. About anything and everything.

I know too much about ...

Video games. 20+ years of experience. I am a geek.

My childhood ambition ...

To be a journalist. Well. Getting there.

Why I write ...

Because it's fun?

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

Reading: The Secret of Crickley Hall. Watching: Top Gear, QI. Listening to: The Dresden Dolls

My first job ...

Care Nurse

My inspiration ...

Everything. Really.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Romance

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In the stark, bright and modern room, Edward sat in his large leather chair. A tear rolled down his cheek, which he brushed off, only for another to take its place. He cried gently but with passion and emotion; fighting to stave the tears off, but knowing it was a battle he was destined to lose. His hands were clasped together, supporting his chin. He did not want to think about it. Wanted so desperately to forget. But the truth rested in the back of his mind; a brutal, inhuman monster which was destroying any trace of happiness that he may have had left. A monster. Jealousy. He felt so lo...

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