: About Me

I am Canadian.

I'm also funny, outgoing, often witty.. but enough of that. I'm supposed to tell you that I like to write, right? I do, I put a pen to paper and its like the characters make themselves. They often entertain me and if you seen what a hot mess all my desks are, I think you'd like to marry me. Except I'm a starving artist.. so feed me!

My passion is ...

Dance

I know too much about ...

Unfavorable relationships

My parents always told me ...

Those people down in third world countries don't have what you have..

My childhood ambition ...

Getting the perfect dress for the perfect doll

My favorite memory ...

Current: She told me to come here, and then she kissed me

Why I write ...

I have a drive

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

Remedy - Seether

My first job ...

Salon assistant.. Yes, I touched elder boils

My best moment ...

"Okay okay, I have a question, which side of the border do they bury the survivors on?" Me: "WAIT WAIT I know this one! Just give me five minutes.." *5Minslater* "OK I GOT IT! THERE IS NO BORDER!" "-.- They don't bury the survivors, you dumbass."

My inspiration ...

The world around me, the beauty in people and everyday things.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Relationships

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They held hands as she led him to where she wanted him to go. He'd never been happier in his life, he admired the way she smiled at him and the gentle touch of her soft lips against his. What could be better? He never wanted this moment to end, he wanted to live forever with her in his arms. Wanted to protect her from anything that could harm her, tell her how much he loved her but his words were lost in her eyes which seemed to be lost in the moment. Nothing could change the way he felt for her, they would never be separated. His heart pounded with anxiousness, and for a moment he thought...

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