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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.


I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition – neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous!
— Charles Perrault