"Poetry is when an emotion found its thought and the thought found words." -Robert Frost

One casual day while sipping the perfectly brewed coffee I ordered in this fast food, I was alone sitting next to a big glass while the rain pouring and the nice music just started jamming. I felt my eyeglasses sliding so I fixed it back to my nose bridge. And back to watching the rain.
I got so bored I took things to the next level. Everything I look at reminds of something which leads into an idea and turns into an imagination. Then I got more bored. These imaginations found its way to form words and these words into sentence, these sentences into paragraphs, the paragraphs into an essay, and the essay into an... I don't know-a story.

What I was trying to say is... Hmm what am I even trying to say? Oh yeah!

Hello I am just that weird looking girl who has wild imaginations that makes stories. Pretty typical, huh?
 The name is Pia, 14 years old. And I like girwhale as my pen name. 

Thanks for visiting!

Feel free to talk to me!
*dramatic exit insert incoherent whale sounds*



On-Hold and Published Story/ies:
Stars of Fate
Your Voice


Coming Soon:
Moon of Destiny
When The Sun Touches The Earth
The Murder of Helena McKeller