darkwriter15

My soul is like a hunk of driftwood, being tossed and battered unmercifully by the raging seas and gusting winds. It cries out to be rescued, to be plucked away ...

Dennis finished toweling his brown hair and wiped the mist from the bathroom mirror, gray eyes staring back at him. Face expressionless, he fished the frayed toothbrush and rolled-up toothpaste ...

*chanting* Hellsing OVA....Hellsing OVA....Hellsing OVA.... *continues chanting indistinctly*

I usually listen to either Enya or Loreena Mckennitt when I'm writing, but sometimes I'll listen to Rod Stewart's "Time after time" song, too.

Excellent. Love the suspense and play of words, held my attention to the very end. Short, and not so sweet, Just what I like. :twisted:

Just wanted to say hi. My name's Alexia and I mostly write short, horror/fantasy/thriller stories. Glad to be here, -Dark W. :)