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Rebecca

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About Me

I have been writing ever since I can remember. It has become my shoulder to cry on, my best friend and my way of telling those around me just how I feel. I am 25 years old and couldn't imagine doing anything with my life that didn't involve writing in some form or another. I have written many things including poetry, short stories, what I felt would have made for an excellent episode of one of my favorite shows, Journalistic articles and so much more.Here you will find some samples of my finished work and some works in progress...I would love feedback, good or bad.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Other writers, publishers, literary agents, anyone who loves writing as much as I do

My Blog

Avenged Sevenfold concert review

Asbury Park, New Jersey is not the best neighborhood for a concert, however, that is just the neighborhood I ventured to on Saturday March 16, 2008, the reason for venturing into this intimidating are...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 09:28:00 GMT

Save my life - Like the Pink song

I used to look up to her, she had so much life inside her and I envied that. She made even the most mind numbingly boring situations fun and exciting. She was my best friend, she was one of my favorit...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 20:04:00 GMT

Almost finished

The truth about Lindsay Allen's disappearance will always remain a mystery to the except for the townspeople of Meadowbrook community, a nosey reporter and one detective who dug to deep. For three yea...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 14:48:00 GMT

Old

The wind howled outside Harvest Mansion, the clouds in the sky grew dark and gray as if a massive storm was about to hit the mansion and everything around it. The trees moved with the wind as if doing...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 14:47:00 GMT

Any of these you want me to finish let me know

The lights on the ambulance flash, blinding for an instant, those who look on as the paramedics pull the car apart to get his now lifeless body out of the wreckage. The tears in his mother and sister'...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 14:18:00 GMT

Another old work in progress

She reached out to grab his hand, but she felt nothing but the cold chill of snow flakes landing on her hand. She could feel something warm and wet running down her face but she didn't know what it wa...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 14:17:00 GMT

Another work in progress- OLD!

I ran as fast as I could, never looking back, how could I? As I ran through the Capri Woods which ran throughout my entire town, I kept thinking, "He was going to kill me." I could hear the footsteps ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 14:14:00 GMT

To Depp or BUST! --- A work in progress

It wasn't just his looks that drew me in, not his perfectly parted brown hair (sometimes blonde depending on what is required of him) or his deep brown eyes that tell stories of his life, or the comfo...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 21:13:00 GMT

The Bunnyman- Supernatural script I wrote for fun

"Supernatural"THE BUNNY MAN-TEASEROVER BLACKFAIRFAX, VIRGINIA. 3 DAYS EARLIEREXT. BUNNY MAN BRIDGE  NIGHTAn old ROAD leading into a tunnel over a battered bridge.The bridge is surrounded by woods. W...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 14:32:00 GMT

One terrible mistake

I knew it was stupid even before it began, but there I was developing a relationship with a man eight years too old for me. Being a sixteen-year-old girl who was still trying to find herself, what did...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 11:17:00 GMT