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SorinaphaFumiyoB
Over 90 days ago
United States

About

Well, well, well. We meet again....
I fancy myself a writer. I have a lot of talent, but little discipline. Hopefully one day, I'll have a novel published or something.
I have a NaNoWriMo account (and guess what? I won!), as well as BookCrossing, PowerPoetry, and stuff like that. I'll post links when I feel like it.
I love to meet new people, so feel free to message me.

Interests
Writing (obviously!), drawing (though I'm not good at it), music, etc.

Favorite Books
Rebecca (by Daphne du Maurier), Till We Have Faces (by CS Lewis), The Moving Finger (by Agatha Christie), Drood (by Dan Simmons), The Moonstone (by Wilkie Collins), The Bible

Favorite Authors
Agatha Christie, CS Lewis, Steig Larsson, Harper Lee, K.B. Hoyle

Favorite Movies
The Master of Disguise, Jack and Jill, A Simple Wish, every Johnny Depp film I've seen so far (), To Kill A Mockingbird, Thor, Captain America, The Avengers, The Grudge trilogy

Favorite Music
The Subways, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Pat Benatar, Sara Bareilles, Adele, Fleetwood Mac, Billy Joel, Evanescence, the Sweeney Todd soundtrack, Skrillex...oh, a lot of things.
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Intrusion

Lock your windows, ladies...

It was a cold, lonely Friday night in a small town in Indiana (Friday the thirteenth, to be exact). The wind howled with a cry like an anguished wolf, and made the bare limbs of the trees tremble like feverish invalids. It was the kind of night that foreshadowed a chilling fate. Alissa Sawyer was lying in her snug, cozy bed, safe from the elements that raged outside. She was having an unusual bout of insomnia, and all her...

To Be a Heartbreaker (For the First Time)

This is what it feels like to break someone's heart.

Here I am, sitting on a large bus of high-school students (with a few middle-schoolers thrown in), as we are riding back from a church trip. My heart is heavy, and all I can do is stare out the window at the trees that line this Alabama highway, and think about what I’ve done. Sitting next to me is one of my best friends, who is the closest guy friend that I have. I won’t tell you his real name, but let’s call him Austin....