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Young Writers Society


Pickle810

About Pickle810

I'm thirteen, I live in the middle of nowhere, and I've got three dogs, not to mention about a thousand cannibalistic snails. I feed them cabbage.


Interests

Music, reading, community service, and disturbing the universe

Occupation

not failing math (I'm about to get fired)


"The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein