Well, theres really not that much to know. I dont really have anything cool to say here, so yeah. Live and let live.
Oh another one of these...sorry I already made one too many. If you want to know me more then just talk with me. Believe me, I can be the most talkative person in the world if you get me started on some things.
Hello, everyone! My name is RedFire Wolfine. Although, some of you may call me Red if you like. Now, here's a few things about me:
I like to write, draw and read. I prefer to write fanfiction, though I'm trying to write my own stories, which I'm doing right now, though this story that I'm currently writing is kind of taking a bit long because I don't know what else to put in the other paragraph.. *chuckles nervously*
Anyway, I like to draw fanart and other art, too. I mainly draw cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, and all of those other stuff. I suck at drawing backgrounds and my shading sucks, not to mention my handwriting, but that's a completely different story.
Some of the stories that I tend to read are fanfiction, though that never stops me from reading good books like Warriors, or some fantasy or mystery books. My favorite kinds of genre are: fantasy, animal-related, adventure, mystery, and anything else that can catch my attention, interest me, and keep me at suspense after I'm done reading it and wanting to find out what happens next.
I'm also in a few other websites that others may be familiar with, so I'll put them on here if you're interested to see them (note: I'm not trying to advertise my other works, I'm just listing these on here for anyone that's interested to see other of my works, though, keep in mind, I haven't been that active in some of them, so... *sweat drops*)
FanFiction.Net: RedFire195065
Fictionpress.net: RedFire195065
​Wattpad: RedFire195065
DeviantART: Redfox1950
​I believe this is all I have that's about me. If there are anything else that I want to put about myself, I'll probably update this later with those details... :3
I am just another 15-year-old girl who loves to read and write...
I am Hispanic yet still have trouble with speaking and writing in Spanish ...
I am not a loner even though I tend to like being alone...
I am not a masochist even though I seem to make myself cry...
I like to keep an open mind to the things that are happening around me because that's when I seem to write my best...
I write these stories because most don't seem to realize that no matter how off they may seem it is still a possibility
At night my mind begins to wonder when I can't seem to sleep
I picture children with all different kinds of situations
be it internal or external
I picture a child:
left forgotten...
with no hope to ever survive...
dehumanized and abandon...
bloody and bruised...
broken and abused...
left to defend itself from sickness...
forever scared and traumatized...
I wonder about the children who have never seen the light of day like we have.
The children who are left struggling and only found when they're long gone.
These children who seem to only have a name and face but no history.
I write these stories because I like to give them a background even if they might not be correct
I like to write these children's voices that have never been heard
I picture them in my sleep and wonder why they tend to seem familiar
I wonder why it hurts to see them... to hear them even if I don't understand them
I write these stories because no else does...
And I hope you can read them... truly read them and tell me that you do too.
That your mind tends to wonder the same.
Have you ever felt so hollow inside, that you feel like you're nothing but a shell? A shell of what you use to be. Have you ever felt so cold that you're afraid you'll turn to stone? The feeling is unbearable. It feels as if your very being... your very soul has been ripped away from your core and shredded to pieces only to be carried away by the wind... Your sanity becomes nothing but a thin thread that slips between your fingers as you so desperately try to grasp it... You can't see nothing but white, white floors, white walls but no doors or windows...You try to call for help but when you open your mouth, nothing comes out. And then you see it... a door. But you don't move towards it and you finally see a color besides white... red. You begin to panic... panic as you try to figure out what the hell is going on... It's so quiet, that the beating of your heart rings in your ears like gun shots. Lub-dub, Lub-dub, Lub-dub... You want to run, run away and never look back but you can't move. Then why, why is the door getting closer? You look around and notice it's not coming closer, you are.But you don't want to get closer, no you want to go as far away as possible from that door. The door that shines dark red or is it crimson?. And then suddenly, it hits you... Is this the end? But sadly my dear friend this is just the beginning. The beginning of the path of reality... For behind that door lies and betrayal are lurking around. Pain and misery hide in the dark shadows waiting to attack... But isn't it better to know now what you are going to go through or forever be kept in the dark?
I'm Dave Robertson, an aspiring writer living in Montana. My current stories are in the genre of Horror, but I also have written Sci-fi, fantasy, and a lot of non-fiction.
I welcome people's input and reviews on my stories, and I'd be happy to review other people's stories.
I just released my first novel on Amazon.com. Check it out here http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IIVIRDK
I have a blog that contains some short stories and samples of my other writing. The blog also has posts on such diverse subjects as: famous figures, history, survival, zombies, the outdoors, and daily life. Check it out at www.daverobertsononline.com .