About Me

     Dear Reader,

Welcome. My name is Pearl, and ever since I was a young girl, I always dreamed of writing my own stories. I'd write out my  thoughts, let my fingers bleed onto the page and let the words flesh out and come to life , whether it be a tragical romance or an enrapturing tale of fantasy, it was always my dream to let those stories be heard. There are two parts two my soul: the reader and the writer. As a reader, I get easily so obsessed with characters' psyche, and therefore... I love ranting about it, writing my own bookish reviews etc. On the contrary, my writer side is a passionate whirlwind of panache and pizzazz. As I explained before, I write stories and poetry so I'll be sharing those too on here. I hope you find some solace here, so just grab a cup of something piping hot and let's get started.

Yours,

Pearl








 

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