Username:
acoustic.
Nickname:
Hmm, Sheerio works. (:
Writing Preferences (Poet, Novelist, roleplayer...):
I am a novelist, used to roleplay quite a bit, and also write songs.
Example (Can be anything; must be a good length):
“Got a secret, can you keep it? Sweat this one you’ll save,” the faint voice came from a nearby radio. It sat on the edge of the old wooden nightstand right next to a flickering lamp. The sound that came from it always came with static, but those with great ears would be able to make out the music rather well. Secret by The Pierces, right?
“Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave.” From underneath the bright red Umbrella, a face held a grim smirk as the figure worked around the tiny apartment. The apartment may have been quite small, and the space was thin, but that was because of how crowded it really was. Umbrellas and photographs were scattered everywhere.
“If I show you that I know you won’t tell what I said.” The figure’s printing was neat, but their handwriting was even neater. Quickly writing down the name ‘Candice’ on the envelope, they tucked it on top of the gift basket. How nice of me, the Red Umbrella thought. Welcoming someone new to Red Banks with a gift basket filled with nuts, tea, and candy….If only you weren’t allergic to nuts, Candice.
“Cause’ two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.” This time, the figure sang along to the lyrics. Their red lips were hidden along with the rest of their face by the big Umbrella. The apartment was dull, but the red Umbrella did make it livelier.
These next few months would be perfectly red.
I honestly shouldn't be showing you guys this. It is yet to be edited, but happens to be the beginning to a novel of mine. I hope to have the first book finished within the next year.
Links to stories / roleplays:
I do have one on Wattpad, although, I find the story to be quite rushed. I won't share unless I am asked to. :b
Other:
I've been into writing since I was seven. (: One of my first pieces was called 'Magic Weather.' It was a short, and VERY awful story of a boy named Soar who went through a series of weather changes just in his bed. The story had horrible grammar, and I can't even stand reading it. :b It made like, no sense at all! To this day, I find my writing has improved a LOT! That was a long time ago anyway, now I write properly!