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Frozen Literature

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I. Introduction
II. Shorts
III. Books
IV. Inspirations/Credits

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.Introduction.

Well, hello world. I'm Frozen, but I go by many other names when it comes to cyberspace. A few of them are Silence, Silence.in.my.Heart, Gorsepelt, Gorsey[preferred after Frozen], Frost, and Shadow. You may call me any one of these names. :]
I have been writing since I was able to write. Sounds redundant, but the writing I am talking about is thoughtful and intuitive. The kind that people want to read or critique. I wrote songs, poems, diary entries and the like in my earlier years. But y teachers never called it writing. What my superiors thought was writing was something that did not pertain to me, but to characters and plot lines and sentence structure that was absolutely PERFECT. So I guess its safe to say I have been "writing" for about four years now, but have never really been moved to have anything published. My excuse is that I have too many ideas and stories floundering in my head that I can never focus enough energy on just one story at a time to get it completed. Others may say I'm just lazy, but hey, each to his/her own right?
I write because I love it, but second to that, I write because I am an imaginative, ADHD teenager with no better way to vent. I write because I NEED to. It is like a drug. If I go a few days without writing SOMETHING, my mind starts to enter frenzy mode and I cannot concentrate. I don't allow myself to cry, scream, or rage as a way of showing anger. I do not allow tears or emptiness occupy me when I am sad. I do not mope when I am lonely. No, I write. And here you are, presented with the rare chance to see the inner workings of my mind, my emotions, myself. Enjoy. :]

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.Shorts.

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.Books.

.Finished

.Unfinished.
Shadow's of the Past
Crow's Leaf

.Story Ideas.
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.Inspirations/Credits.

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