Updated: 01-09-15My name is Liz, I'm twenty-one years old and an aspiring writer.I am currently at university studying for an English degree. My hope is that this will enable me to take my passion for writing to the next level and one day become a published author.EXTRAS:• I speak French and Spanish. In my opinion French is the most beautiful language, so flowing and sensual. The language of love • At the age of 12 I started playing the Violin, but for the past 4 years I have been playing the guitar, both electric and acoustic.• I am a photographer. I'm just completing my Photography A-Level at the moment but have been interested in the art form since I was little.• As is probably inevitable with someone who spends so much time in front of a computer, I am a geek. I admit it!I got into Web & Graphics Design a while ago and help out a lot of people with design work now.• I love art and architecture. I am particularly taken with several art movements specifically; those being Italian Renaissance, Pre-Raphaelite and Impressionism. A couple of my favourite pieces are 'Cafe Terrace at Night' Vincent van Gogh (1888) and 'San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk' Claude Monet (1908).• One of my favourite quotes is 'Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero' it is a phrase from the Latin poem by Horace which roughly translates to "Seize the Day, putting as little trust as possible in the next." I believe that these are words that everyone should aspire to; life is short and you never know what tomorrow will bring.I hope you enjoy my stories and would love to hear any feedback you wish to give.Stay safe and stay happy.Liz x
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Anyone here want to offer their input on a book cover for a charity anthology? It's an upcoming anthology to benefit cancer, as you can see...and the editor is looking for input on the possible covers...I can tell you that I like three of these, but haven't really narrowed it down yet...just got this tonight...Nos. 3, 4, and 6 caught my eye though...any input here would be nice...thanks... Purely from a design aspect, I think covers three and six hit the mark. One and two look a little too generic to me. Four looks more like a writing guide with some ribbons photoshopped on, and five is just a little plain. Too much grey to catch the eye.My 2 cents.
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Hi everyone!Some of you will already know me from the 'other place' but for those of your that don't, nice to meet you I joined StoriesSpace on a recommendation and will be sharing with you some of my stories and poetry. I'm currently at college studying English Literature (amongst other things) and would love to become a professional writer one day.Stop by my profile and say hello any time, I'm always around.Have a lovely day.Lizzy
"It's not what it looks like," he said as I walked in. Ever since I was little I’d wanted to meet Santa, but silently sneaking down the stairs on Christmas Eve to find him standing over my father’s body was not how I’d pictured it. "You’ve kill my dad!" I cried as I rushed over to him. A glass of milk was spilled on the floor and chocolate chip cookies lay scattered like my broken hopes...
Added 10 Dec 2014 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,891 | 17 Comments
When you can’t eat, can't sleep, can't breathe without them. When your chest tightens up and it feels as if a hand has reached up inside your chest, squeezing your heart between cold fingers. When your eyes sting because there’s no more tears left to cry. When all you want is better times but know that they’re gone forever, like a memory that will never fade, like...
Added 18 Jun 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,278 | 5 Comments
On a cold dark night a figure stood, Pale face shrouded in darkened hood, Statuesque, as though carved from wood; No beauty held the night sky. As pale as soapstone, his damp cold skin, No breath to see nor heartbeat within, A tear rolled down from cheek to chin; To stand alone and cry. The sobbing, such a sorrowful tune, Witnessed only by the resolute moon, Release he wished and...
Added 09 Oct 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,487 | 4 Comments
Their happiness taunts me, the cruelest of jokes If only they knew how I felt. My heart in pieces, just a shell of a man Cursing God, for the cards that were dealt. May your heart be broken a thousand times May you drown in a sea of tears. For only those, who have loved and lost Can know of those terrible fears. At losing a loved one, their soul mate for life And being left, so terribly...
Added 07 Mar 2013 | Category Poetry | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.77 | Views 1,553 | 11 Comments
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