The apple, as red as her lips with which she parted,

His hand, grasping softly on the skin of her wrist,

This story is not for the fainthearted,

Poisonous seduction that he can’t resist.

Black hair in contrast to white,

She was his dark temptress,

So forth, he took his first bite,

His skin cold like a winter’s caress.

Sweet manipulation she was its master,

She never loved nor did she care,

Her intent to kill only grew faster,

A lady who walked with a calm air.

A dagger holstered at her hip,

Eyes as grey as steel,

Blood seen dribbling down her lip,

The red liquid her first meal.

Of blood and gore was her thirst,

She left death painted across the floor,

Her words uttered verse by verse,

‘I want more. I want more.”

So that right there is a poem.

Rather crappy.

Yes I know.

I don’t write them often, in fact, I never really do.

I don’t have a penchant for writing poems; I can’t rhyme without the use of a rhyming dictionary.

So this leads me to writing stories…

I think I’m good at that however I don’t have the best grammar.

I can spell. It’s just when it comes to using Word and using Crtl + F then replace, things go astray and then there are a lot of mistakes.

I like to read.

I hate books that have bad grammar. I’ve found a fair few of them.

I love Harry Potter [not the character just the books.

I love vampires – leading me to love the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer, Moonlight [TV series and other little things involving vampires.

I like the idea of immortality but I don’t think I could live through it [but if I could I don’t think I’d complain much.

I wish super powers or magic existed even if it’d cause more trouble than it’s worth [but still it’d be so much fun don’t you think?

I like boys. I like looking at them and falling for them if I see a really cute one and then shaking my head and walking on because I’m only interested in my imaginary boyfriend Scott. [Who is very handsome, gentlemanly, polite, calm and rich, with dark hair [often messy and a cool disposition. He’s like one of those really cool anime characters that don’t really exist. Thus, he is imaginary. A girl can dream.

I am a rollerblader.

Beginner skateboarder.

Hates: bikes and scooters, people who walk slow in super markets, annoying drivers [and I’m still only a passenger, scary loud noises, loud noises in general [unless it’s loud music or otherwise loud friends, 1000 piece puzzles in only one colour, smokers, mess or otherwise messy kitchens, organising outings with friends, being underestimated, boxing day sales [even if I still go to them, teenie boppers and the whole ‘neon’ trend that’s happening.

I am a high school graduate.

I am a first year university student.

I am going to study genetics and no one will stop me.

I am stubborn and lazy but determined to complete my stories.

I am a book collector.

I am Tiffany otherwise known as [Dark – Cherry Angel, Tiffanoodle or some other ridiculous nickname like Toffee or Stud Muffin.

I’ll soon be 18 [YAY!.

New Years Resolution:

I will not break any more hearts…no joking. Not really. No seriously. I will complete thou stories.