Seagulls’ cries overhead were drowned out in the slap of the ocean against the rocks. It was almost high tide, and I watched the waves swallow up the sand. From my perch on the edge of a cliff, the... [+]
Erin is sixteen years old and has been homeschooled her whole life. Her Maine Coon cat and POA\Welsh Cross pony inspire most of her stories and poetry. When she is not writing, Erin is dancing. Although she enjoys creative writing, her heart and soul are rooted deeply in classical ballet.