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Young Writers Society


zoeybird13024

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About zoeybird13024

I could tell you my life story, but I must admit that would be boring and get depressing after awhile, so I won't. ^^ I have two kitties and the most amazing friends in the world. There. Happy?

I'm always online. If I'm not on for more than a couple days, scream at me. I'd do just about anything for my friends, but don't expect me to do much for you if I a) don't like you b) don't trust you or c) don't even know you!!!

I have quite a few stories--three of which I'm currently working on both in my mind and on my laptop and two of them are on hold until I switch all my work over onto my laptop. Sooo, until then, you'll only see my latest works. Which are my best, might I add. I have quite a few stories with other people, too, and I'd be delighted to put them up for people to see them!

I like many things, thanks to my BEST FRIEND SPIKER who has wonderfully shown me all the wonderful joys of life that I hadn't noticed before, including Paramore and many mangas and anime. Speaking of which, I LOVE Fruits Basket and I couldn't live without Kingdom Hearts--the game, I mean. Other manga I love include... Chobits, Chrono Crusade, D.N.Angel, Pretear, and Full Moon. And many, many others.

Talk to me--I'll talk about almost anything. Well, maybe anything...especially if it has to do with medical science, science, history--something interesting. So...yeah. ^^

This has been... -x-Ashes (Zoey, Birdie, Zoe)


Interests

Writing and Reading, obviously!!! But I like history, science, cooking, and a whole list of things. Oh, yeah, and I want to change the world. ^^

Occupation

Student


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien