The Pen and the Musical Note

This is bit of an unusual topic, but all of my posts are gonna be now! I first got the idea for this from a video made by Troye Sivan, Dear Future Me . So here it is, An Open Letter to Future Me. Hullo. This should be quite easy, since I'm writing to the person I know best, yours truly. I have a few questions for you, me. Have you joined any new fandoms? Hopefully, yes. Read the Hunger Games yet? Hopefully, no. Still in love with music? Maybe. Made new friends? I certainly hope so, right now you're short on them. What about painting? Got anywhere with that? I doubt it.  Also, one more piece of advice. Don't care about what people say, don't grow up so fast. Take your time with it. Act mad, crazy, even, when life calls for it. Don't become like those cliché teenagers or popular girls you hate. No matter what people say, don't turn yourself into a stereotype. I don't say this to just me, but every single person reading this. Be yourself. Next, I really hop...

Hullo!!! I'm soooooo Sorry I haven't written for a while, but how could I help it? I had no good ideas and none of my essays really seemed good enough. After all, its quality to quantity. But, here I am with a new story. So, enjoy!! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Words Come To Life As I entered the ramshackled house, I saw something really strange. The roaring fireplace was crackling in the fireplace, although the place had probably not been tended to in forever. I noticed a patch of silvery light on the couch. As I watched, it shimmered and took on a human shape. I ran out of the shack and into the dark shadows. I think that I did a pretty good job on that. This was an extract from my new book, and I just got back from the reading for it. By the way, my name is Annabelle Jenkins and I write horror stories. I stepped into my comfortable and frankly quite large apartment, but I ...