Painting a Picture

Painting a Picture

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My creativity is strange. It works in spikes. One moment I have no motivation, and just drag myself along through life, but the next I'm bounding off the walls with ideas, creativity, and enthusiasm. However, these spikes are far apart, which is why I have so many books that are so short and unfinished. Because every book is a creativity and determination spike... but my enthusiasm only lasts so long. After my 'spike' I will go back to my low point of feeling like I don't want to do much of anything. That's how my creativity works... but I'm sick of making so many books about so many things that I'm combining all of my crazy creativity spikes into one book. It will be about me, about what I think, about what I feel, and just about me in general. Maybe a poem or two sprinkled in, or a short story if i feel like it. Who knows? Ah, and why the title? Simple, I like it.
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I'd Like to think I was a good person, before it all began. I didn't cheat on tests, or steal. But throughout my entire life, I was treated if I were a monster. At the age of five, after several agonizing tests, I was diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder. But not even that title could describe just how strange I was. When another kid got hurt, I would cry. Whenever someone else was told a funny joke, I would laugh hysterically. People looked at me as if I were crazy- and for while I agreed with them. That was until I, Caddie Jones, was exiled to Nox Haven Academy, a school for truly special kids. Not the mentally ill, psychotic kind of special but the magical kind. Like witches, vampires, fairies and werewolves. Call me crazy if you want, you wouldn't be the first. But the stories are all true. The supernatural did exist and I was one of them. Life there was cool until suddenly, I was faced with two-faced witches, egotistical princes, hormone driven werewolves, and an army of evil warlocks who were threatening to destroy the world. ... Maybe Nox Haven was a school for psychos after all. ---------------------------------------------------------- Highest Rank: #2 in Paranormal 1st Place winner of The Night Shift's Killer Competition 4/10/16 Illustration by: Stephanie Pitino (www.ClairObscur.fr) (1st book in series)

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