| I'm a native New Yorker, an introverted extrovert, an opinionated bitch, a militant liberal, and, most importantly, a writer/photographer/general random artist. Writer's Statement (taken from my Scholastic Art and Writing General Writing Portfolio, 2009) I am nothing if not a writer. For over half of my relatively short life, I have been conscious of the fact that words can be shaped into thoughts, emotions, and images. It began when I was eight years old, and found an old, blank pack of looseleaf abandoned in a closet. I immediately began to write. While I admit that those first attempts were not very original, creating my own characters and plots has been a passion for me from that point onward. I learned that writing does not always mean school assignments; I could also write for myself, and when I did that, I could create anything I wanted—all with strings of words. As a lover of language, I pay attention not only to the usual issues of writing, such as themes or plotlines, but also to my diction. Almost every creative piece that I have written has been reworked and edited at least twice, and I typically find myself trying to find a word that would better suit a character or a scene’s mood. I pay particular attention to my stories’ beginnings. I have learned that weak beginnings will often lose a reader, and while it is important to keep his or her attention throughout, a strong start is often the best way to keep a person interested. The other aspect of writing that I focus on most is characters. Much of my writing aims to explore the human condition—namely, our emotions and our relationships to each other. In my short stories, one of my main goals is to explore my characters’ psychological makeup, and how that affects the people around them. Even in my poetry, which I generally consider more autobiographical than my short stories, I attempt to delve into the spectrum of human emotions and human relationships. All of the pieces included in my portfolio have been written carefully, from word choices to characterizations. They form the culmination of over nine years of creative writing, and represent my attempts to understand myself and the people around me. |
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Otherwise known as Cake.Newest
World War Z: RunawayI flew to Cuba to interview one of the few civilian survivors of the Battle of Yonkers, a former resident of New York City. Kate Lu is a volunteer therapist working with others who lost loved ones during the Zombie War, but outside of her profession, she is known for being reclusive. She agreed to grant me this rare interview “for the sake of posterity.” “I don’t want my kids to forget what we’ve been through,” she told me.World War Z: Runaway
Tell me, how did it begin? &n
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After YouBefore you left I almost told you that I wanted to dive down into your bloodstream, dip into the clear of your plasma and grip the flat edges of the platelets and that finally, finally, then I would be connected to you, I would be part of you, and you could never leave. I wanted to tell you, as you stood there holding me for the amount of time that it took me to blink before pushing me away, as if telling me No, no—I wanted to tell you that I loved you, but then I remembered that small words hold no significance in your dictionary; they spin cobwebs in the corners of your life, like sAfter You
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CloudyAs I lay on the grass under a grey sky filled with thickening clouds, you stood above me, dancing, arms spread out like thin, misshapen wings, and you spinning around like you were four again.Cloudy
I watched you, envied you that feeling of youth, the little green pulse that flowed through your veins, that affected the way you talked, the way you sang, the way you breathed.
You laughed, silhouetted against the
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Cut GlassI.Cut Glass
I am casting out my net, she said, I am fishing, I am hoping to catch—
an opportunity.
II.
I moved away when I was seventeen, always the baby, always the December baby with ice cold little hands and straight, tiny white teeth.
[No one knew how often I used them to rip apart meat, the flat edges of my incisors tearing into the sinews of a chicken leg, juices drippi
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- Current Residence: Bronx, NY
- Interests: Reading. Writing. Photography. Music. Languages. Psychology.
- Favourite movie: I have a million.
- Favourite band or musician: Usually, The Pink Spiders (RIP).
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, and most everything else.
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman. Joe Bolton.
- Favourite photographer: Bruno Moyen. Richard Avedon. Irving Penn.
- Operating System: Mac OS X
- MP3 player of choice: Microsoft Zune
- Favourite game: Nancy Drew. Summon Night. Kirby. Pokemon anything.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen & paper. Nikon Coolpix 4600. Apophysis. The GIMP. Holga 120N. Vivitar 3800N.
- Website: http://xsolemnities.blogspot.com
- Email: sadisticicecream@yahoo.com
- AIM: quelleTARTE
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Come see my other photos as well if you have some spare time
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My gallery:
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All kinds of stuff are in there.
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Artist's use lies to reveal the truth while politicians use them to cover it up.
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My blog: [link]
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"The only real valuable thing is intuition." A. Einstein
Thank u so much dear for adding my photo to ur collection
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Either exist as u r or be as u look!
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"...Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes
No the sunshine never comes..."
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