Writing has been my passion since I was a small child. At eight years old I was writing short stories about "Killer The Cat." "The Heater Monster," and "The Dryer." I have a very vivid imagination and I've always dreamt of sharing that vision with others. I'm usually found writing poems instead of stories now-a-days, but I am working on getting back into the habit of stories. For fun, I have started a short story on a forum to be updated each week with new Chapters and such, and I thought it would be fun to post that here as well. It's an adolescent aged mystery story, but nonetheless, I hope it will be enjoyed.

Pretty little thing
Wrapped up to tight to see,
Tears sliding down your face
Give your pain to me.
Pretty little smile
Lost in a world of fear,
Grasping onto the light inside
You feel the end is near.
Pretty little Soul
Opened up for all to adore,
You reach out amongst the stars
But your heart's still chained to the floor.