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Young Writers Society


creativityrules


Welcome, stranger. Wait. That isn't right. I sincerely doubt that you're stranger than I am.

If you want to know about me, read my stories.


Interests

Writing short stories, attempting to write poetry, acrylic painting, being a library hermit, spending hours digging through junk at flea markets, coffee, and indie music.

Occupation

Artistic Beatnik


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