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[SAPPHOLYTE]

I would like to join!
Username: Sir Seven
Types of Writing: All types, from novel length to short poems, I do it all. ;]
Genres You Write In: Once again really, I would say all. I write mainly romance, horror and fantasy but I've done so many different genres I can't name them all. ^^;

I mostly write fan fiction but I've also drabbled in original fiction, I'm trying to build my "library" of written works up in the original fiction area. :3 My biggest works in progress have got be Tera'Chal and The Song of Insanity both are original fics I'm working on. Tera'Chal happens to be a series though, one that I'm still writing all the information out for so I haven't really gotten to start it yet. ^^

As for inspirational things, try listening to Mad World by Gary Jules or Marble House by The Knife. And these pictures made me want to write so I might as well pass them on. xD
Link and with this one I actually listened to Mad World, it made me want to write an angsty background for the poor guy. D:

**EDIT**
And I just finished this poem. Tis crap cause I'm sleepyyy. x3

[Tiikeria]

Welcome, Sir! :3 Your avi...it so...mesmerizing...

[SAPPHOLYTE]

Wewt and thanks, that's why I got it. xDD

[SSQM]

I would like to join!
Username: Starscreams_queen
Types of Writing: Short stories, poems, ridiculous crap no one likes to read
Genres You Write In: Romance, Angst, others I can't think of right now... xD

Look! I finally clicked through your signature, Tiki! 8D

[Tiikeria]

It's about time! XD

I would like to join!
Username: Starscreams_queen
Types of Writing: Short stories, poems, awesomeness
Genres You Write In: Romance, Angst, others I can't think of right now... xD]

BTW, I fixed your form. 8D

[.kestral]

Its Kess Tiki

It's always me...pretty much.

And I am going to be writing later, I think. Depends on whether my plot idea comes back

[Tiikeria]

I figured it was, I just wanted to make sure. XD

I don't have much writing to post. ^.^;; So I'm just scanning everyone else's.

[SapphireScript]

I got a story but its not finished.
Almost but not quite xD.

[Tiikeria]

I'm busy trying to overhaul my site, so I can add my writing to it. XD So, instead of writing stories, I'm writing code. XD

[SSQM]

She moved silently so as not to wake anyone: new day, same routine. Her form moved from shadow to shadow down the long, cold hallway. She slowly moved, but suddenly tripped on a book; she always had those lying around. After picking herself up, she proceeded to another room. There was a counter in this room, and she picked an object off the counter. She put the headphones around her neck and progressed to put the headphones over her ears. She always listened to the same music: the same twenty-seven songs everyday. She never tired of hearing the sweet melodies of her favorite musical.

She hurried back to the room she had originally left. She changed from night to day wear. She stole back into the hallway, and ensued down a flight of spiral stairs. She quickly put her shoes on, and opened the door to the outside world. She moved along a small, narrow path that trailed to a slightly larger black path. She followed that path and cut off it suddenly. She moved with added grace so as to watch her step on the grass. She headed towards a small, but dense thicket; however, there was a small hole she crawled through. The other side of the thicket showed a beautiful, secret lake; she was the only one who knew about it.

After sitting down in the soft grass near the lake, she turned on her music, effectively tuning out the rest of the world. She sang because she knew no one would hear her. Her favorite songs were her best and only friends. She mourned and moved with the story. Her heart broke with every song she sang; no one knew she felt like he did.

She looked down into the water and saw her reflection; she was pretty, but not gorgeous. She had brown, normal hair and blue eyes. Thick, black glasses framed her face. She moved her hand down and splashed the water.

“I’m sick and tired of being me,” she slowly let some tears fall. She hated feeling this way. “I want to be someone new.”


(Something I wrote at the beginning of my senior year in high school. I am now a sophomore in college.)