The Nameless Alien
Welcome wandering reader to this idiosyncratic adventure crafted by one small individual in the world!
I have recently found this peculiar website and I've got to say it's the only one that has stuck to my life. Many things that are not of ones interest can float away as once something significant into a memory that has been shrewdly erased from their minds forever. But before you estimate me as one of the many quick-witted and intellect older human species on this website, please accept my introduction.
I live as a young preteen that enjoys engrossing myself in the world of pen on paper. My life must survive for writing not only because it's different opinions, styles, and authors... but also because I can also express my emotions and passions through writing until the fateful day of becoming a teen arrives knocking at the door. Yes some may say that a juvenile that relishes writing is foolish, but I guess that's why I don't consider myself normal. The majority of the prospering human empire will claim that children should play video games, hang out with their friends, text their significant other, or keep up with the ongoing fads(that never seems to stop)... but I am different.
A day in my everyday life, I attend the paradise of knowledge much like other adolescents. I am a loyal student that likes watermelon jolly-ranchers and views the world through different eyes unlike many(I mean many) of my empty minded peers. At the heaven of education I'm a individual that participates in many active sports. I also am an amateur writer, music composer, and observer of the universe. One of the many things I most enjoy at tuition is after school clubs. I'm the coach of a Debate Team that empowers kids to speak dynamically through techniques and motivation. But at night it is a totally different story.
Through the midst of the clouded, full moon nights, that ring with the howls of wolves... I identify as the dangerous fwuffy bunny. Yes as you read through this story, don't be fooled by my adorable username and my childish photo -- but rather view me as a writer. Scrolling through the lives of authors I comment, like, and enter the daring challenges that offer the one ten-thousandth of a million reward. And before I even get to lightly see a little part of your guys lives through your wonderful stories, I gently close my eyes and imagine where and when the adventure will take me. Yes I know I'm very strange for making this a part of my ritual before every story, but this is one of the many reasons why I am not normal.
I only eat watermelon jolly-ranchers and I might have an OCD habit. My life is guided by writing and and I am a part time mathematician/scientist, music composer, speaker, and athlete. Some may even say that I'm pretty well-rounded. But then there's that other side of me. The side that views the world like no one else and my writing can only portray a fraction of what I see and perceive. That other side where there is a sapling, slowly sprouting into something beautiful. Strange. Well I guess that's why they call me the nameless alien.