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Over 90 days ago
United Kingdom


Updated: 01-09-15
My 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.

• 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

I am a huge lover of music, (of many different genre's) and am rarely seen without a pair of earphones and my iPod.
The phrase 'Party Animal' comes to mind, but really I'm just a very social person.
I am equally happy cutting up the dance floor in a club, or snuggled under a blanket on the beach gazing at the stars.
I love to read, to write and enjoy anything that gets your creative juices flowing.

Favorite Books
I read a lot of fiction and enjoy any novels with dark plots and complex character studies.
Other interests include legal fiction (John Grisham), horror/thriller (Stephen King), human history and mythology.

Favorite Authors
Oh god! So many to choose from. I couldn't possibly.

Favorite Movies
My favourite movie at the moment is Django Unchained, an excellent film.
I am a huge fan of Quentin Tarantino, he is a fantastic writer/director and I can't get enough of the cult classic genre. Pulp Fiction is excellent.
Gangster films of course! Godfather I & II, Goodfellas, Casino.
I am also a fan of horror movies believe it or not - probably stems from my dad's passion for them.
Zombies, Vampires, Werewolves; you name it, they're all good in my book

Favorite Music
Rock, R&B, Soul, Motown; just about everything.
Aretha Franklin, Marvin Gaye, Otis Redding, Four Tops, Ray Charles, Led Zeppelin, The Who, David Bowie, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, The Eagles, Bob Marley, AC/DC, Moby, Coldplay, Linkin Park, Dead By Sunrise, Red, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Adele, Alex Clare, Foo Fighters, Hoobastank, Muse, Oasis, Paramore, Pendulum, 30 Seconds To Mars, David Guetta, Paul Oakenfold, Professor Green...
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