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Young Writers Society


Sierra

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About Sierra

I was found floating in a cardboard box in the Hudson river as a baby. At three I harnessed the power of the evil laugh, and now have a huge army of evil chipmunks armed with toothpicks and tweezers at my disposal. Beware! Cross me and you will wake up one morning with plucked eyebrows and toothpick wounds.
I will love you forever if you get my custom title.


Interests

Writing (duh), using up all my Pandora hours in the last two days, acting, singing, more acting . . . procrastination (I'm a pro). Fretting about NaNoWriMo.


Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins