: About Me

As of right now there's not much to tell. Suffice it to say I'm an aspiring novelist looking to improve and get my name known.

My passion is ...

Writing.

I know too much about ...

The world.

My parents always told me ...

To brush my teeth.

My childhood ambition ...

Become an astronaut.

My favorite memory ...

My childhood home.

Why I write ...

To restore sight to those most blinded.

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

Reading anything, watching the History Channel, listening to Bach

My first job ...

Mowing my father's lawn.

My best moment ...

Is yet to come.

My inspiration ...

Beauty.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My fear

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There is a face that just stares; angry, lips curled in contempt. Heavy eyebrows thus inclining in such angles; a dragon's mist upon the nose. Callous face so torn asunder, gaping maw. And in the eyes a yellow substance lacking warmth, Amassing hate, lest it be found to be no nightmare. Although in darkness, one can see a faint silhouette, A muscled thing contorting, lightly brooding in malicious glory. In the morbid presence none can seem to run, With just a gaze of loveless eyes, the thought arrested. So with a power over mind the thing controls; And in the mind of his spectators, plague...

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