Let me tell you a little about myself (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1275154-Let-me-tell-you-a-little-about-myself The games my father played with me as a child were what I ended up basing the rest of my life on. I learned to catch a ball, swim instead of sink, and live without breathing. I learned that my only thread of hope was in the stories and places I imagined. Stories that would later become my best friends, my crutches, my shelter and my hell. We would d...[Read Full Post] Fri, 15 Jun 2007 01:25:00 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/515321 I wish I could say that I was doing something sexy, like taking a drag off of my half finished cigarette and watching the smoke dance in the air, but no such luck. I'm more of a "stare into space and sip on my diet coke with a chaser of reality" type girl. The edges of the yellow pages in front of me are curled up from the humidity in the air...[Read Full Post] Mon, 11 Jun 2007 13:07:56 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/514465 "Come down from there!," my father screams at me. "No way," I think to myself, as I cling to the branches of the tree in my front yard. The delimma I've gotten myself into. Climbing down means facing certain doom. I figure, I can live in the tree for at least a few years. Until I'm strong enough to climb down without fear. And...[Read Full Post] Mon, 11 Jun 2007 13:07:15 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/514464 Chapter 2 The music blares around me so loud that I can feel my heart racing to match the beat. I smell like smoke and salt, and I can see the sweat of my glass pooling on the bar. I love it when it's empty in here. It's the benifit of distraction without having to socialize. I listen absentmindedly for the telltale squeek of the door b...[Read Full Post] Mon, 11 Jun 2007 13:06:16 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/514462