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Young Writers Society


mikedb1492

About mikedb1492

It was a hot, humid day in the Amazon. My father was fending off the natives as the doctor took care of my pregnant mother. The shaman then came and....
Na, I'm just kidding. I was born in North Dakota. I've moved once but I stayed in the same town. My dad owns a stock broking business and my mom is a retired nurse. I was first inspired to write a story in seventh grade when my English teacher made us. It was the first time I ever wrote in a normal story form and I've been hooked ever since.


Interests

Tennis, biking, going to movies, juggling, hackey sacking, and last but not least, writing.

Occupation

Junior at CHS http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/5749/litmagportfolio.jpg


I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint