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Sun Mar 10, 2019 4:37 am
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starryknightt says...

Hey everyone!

This is my second day on YWS, and it's been absolutely amazing. Thank you so much for all the welcomes.

Anyway, I'm on here because I love to write and I'm desperate for people who give excellent feedback and feel the same way.

I'm a 16 year old nerd from the USA, and I'm obsessed with reading, writing, movies, photography, and music. I have a large list of fandoms on my page that you should go check out. If we share some of the same interests, please feel free to PM me! I'd love to get to know all of you.

I write YA fiction, usually fantasy and science fiction mixed with romance. I'm a sucker for a good book-boyfriend...

Looking for a Rhys in a world of Tamlins...

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Sun Mar 10, 2019 5:06 am
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fraey says...

Well, I’m very glad you’ve enjoyed your stay so far! Your stories sound really interesting, and I’m happy to see you doing some reviews. Hope you enjoy it here for a long time!

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Sun Mar 10, 2019 9:20 pm
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manilla says...

Welcome to YWS! <3 Hope to see more of your writing around!
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Sun Apr 07, 2019 4:31 pm
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mellifera says...

Welcome to YWS, starryknight! I'm really glad to hear you've come around, and I hope you continue to enjoy the site and stay involved! :D
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I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights