Without a word, shuffling fingers on the keyboard. It matters not which they shuffle across, they will make something great. Be it a melody or a story, through her blood it flows and with it she will paint masterpieces.
In sadness and in joy her fingers will never still. A harmony of keys, a melody hidden among words and a story written in notes. The inkweaver never stops and never will. Not until she has bled all the ink from her veins and entire worlds vanish from her eyes.
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I'm Megan Keanhi Rainbird-Webb. I thoroughly enjoy spending my time reading. I express myself through my music and my writing.
I've always wanted to write and I try my best to write good stories. I am working to improve my skills everyday and if you look at the stuff I used to write six years ago you'll know that it's getting better. Even so, bear with me, I really do hope that you will enjoy my stories.