Wassuh, i'm nineteen and I write conceited rigmaroles of  meals peppered with the somber penumbra of my blackened mind, I have finished scraps of poetry, odious paragraphs of typically superfluous thoughts born from my own character, and two short stories; veiled in the rearguard sit many beginnings to other short stories, poems, and a novel/novella to which I have not entirely decided. Someday I hope to shake the world within the bounds of my own ability, to what length this alleged ability extends relies on rudimentary fuel of support, so I hope you enjoy.