The "brieflyme" covers most everything, but I read, write, draw, paint, design, sew, sing, play piano and guitar, speak French and Latin, and excel at academia. I'm a geek, a freak, a loner, a loser, and a complete and total nerd. Cool, eh?

My passion is ...

the arts, all of them.

I know too much about ...

The Lord of the Rings.

My parents always told me ...

what if it doesn't happen?

My childhood ambition ...

was to be a teacher and a writer.

My favorite memory ...

is reading The Lord of the Rings and understanding it (@7).

Why I write ...

I want to make others feel the way I do when I read -- alive.

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

Ilse Witch by Terry Brooks, Crusader by Sara Douglass, Wuthering Heights, The Invisible Man, and a slew of others.

My first job ...

was babysitting.

My best moment ...

was the moment I fell in love.

My inspiration ...

comes from all around me, life, love, and a lot of nature.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Fading memories

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When I was young I had an oak tree in my backyard. It was taller than my daddy and too big for me to put my arms around. It was brown with crooked branches and leaves that fell each fall. From my oak tree hung a rope. It was yellow, twisted, and knotted tightly. It was stronger than my daddy and was old and worn with time. On the rope was tied a tire, too old to be of use for cars or tractors or anything but swinging. In it sat my daddy, with me held on his lap.

My sister hit the tree once, and she nearly broke her leg. After falling from our tire swing and crying for an hour, my sister...

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