I created this account two years ago. It was only supposed to be meant for 'liking' stories and creating a reading library. However, times have changed. I am writing now.
Most would describe me as a perky person, always cheerful and excited about life. When I write, that person goes away. Or at least, she becomes more of a happy go lucky serial killer. This is thanks to my writer's side, which has always been drearier, crueler, and more sadistic.
I love writing comedy too... (Perhaps I will at, well, some point.)
But for right now, this is a place viewers should go to to look for depressing, dark stuff. The chocolate side of the half moon cookie. (Yum!) I am also pretty whimsical and odd. I don't like normal things. They creep me out, while murder and torture don't--go figure.
The last thing to expect is that I may comment about my thoughts on sexuality. I imagine my warped views will somehow drip through into my works.
So with that in mind, enjoy folks.
PS. Arzy...if you are reading this, please email me. I miss you.
(consider it a secret message, peeps)
- Boston Ma
- JoinedAugust 28, 2012
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