BIOI am an amature writer at best. I started writing on my thirteenth birthday out of sheer pubescent emotion and I found that it was a good way to understand how I felt, so I've been writing ever since. I'm now nineteen. I have won several contests through the years, but nothing serious, although I do hope to publish a book at one point or another. My work is quite.. angsty, I suppose. Teenage angst is a very powerful thing. I am finding however that as I get older my work becomes less about me and more about the world and people I come into contact with. I am very analytical of human behaviour and it makes for good writing.. but you can be the judge of that.
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Comments (4)
Shadowmonkey
Beautifully sad ;0)
TallPockets
Excellent written work. Methinks a house can never be empty if a kind soul enters it?
cagewench
I can really relate to this one... Excellent!
FireTemptress
So much numbness, and desperation. I have found, that after the alone, comes the will power to take control. At that point, your empty home, becomes your special place, a little piece of the world, that is only yours. Then, you are whole. Very well said...