People ask me why I write. I would love to answer that question but I'm always busy with something. 

What do I do you ask? Oh, nothing above ordinary.

I will have to find The Seven Emeralds to resurrect The Dragon Of Araknar who will help me teleport into the Nether-dimension to confront The Faceless: a god-like tribe of miscreants who puppeteer with reality. After I procure The Orb of the Celestes from those tyrants, I must use this to help Leia the Vampire bring her delightful werewolf beau from the AlterPlane of the afterlife.

All before lunchtime when I help Luigi The Warden become The Best Chef in all planes of existence. After lunch and a hearty sleep i stride off to the secluded mansion of The Richmonds to deal with the undead spirit of Rosamaria: a ballet dancer who was discontented with life. When Rosamaria was done with; I would enjoy a sip of tea with the Prime Minister of Britain who suspects of a conspiracy within The Parliament which I help him Thwart after stuffing a couple butter biscuits in my mouth. Who else could it be but Aliens? These Martian inhabitants among us took a lot more fight than I had to offer and fortunately it was dinner. 

TLDR; I write because I imagine. I write because I aspire. Hello Wattpad! nice to meet you.

About me:
17 going 18. 
Likes Ethical Sci-fi.
Loves Movies and Screenplays.
Not really the type to veer into non-fiction; although no promises can be made. 
Hyperactive. 
Imaginative. 
Having the poetic skills of a peanut.