: About Me

I was lost, but now I am found.

My passion is ...

love, and the pursuit of love

I know too much about ...

nothing. Everything. I forget, what was the question?

My parents always told me ...

not to be in a police line-up (I have a guilty face)

My childhood ambition ...

was to be an astronaut (I get motion sick in cars), or a spy (watching an empty building for hours/days/weeks is extremely boring), or maybe even a novelist (you mean I actually have to WRITE?)

My favorite memory ...

I'll get back to this one

Why I write ...

I write because I must.

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

I Love New York 2

My first job ...

was something mindless, answering phones for a middle school I think. Summer job.

My best moment ...

was discovering that I could be the hero in my life story.

My inspiration ...

Love. I do it all for love.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Fantasy

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Ian wandered into the firelight shortly after sunset. He looked like a man who knew no fear of the dark. The traveling folk made him welcome at their fire, as they did all travelers under the moon. Were they not all children of the night? But this man, this watchman, was filled to overflowing with a brooding bitterness that cloaked him in brittle anger and frustration. He was not a young man any longer, and as he removed his thin, cotton jersey to wash the trail dust from his back, the gory multitude of his scars were displayed for all to see. His battered, silver crucifix threw back the f...

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