Hello, I'm an imaginative creative writer. If you have an idea, direction, or plot I would love to explore it with you. Here's a small sample of my writing:
“Freya, talk to me,” she had gotten quiet and when Zack gave her his full attention he noticed she had dropped off. He finished tying off a tourniquet with his belt, using her pants leg as a means to stop the bleeding. “Shit,” he growled and gave her a slight shake. “Wake up!” Her head lulled back, her hair tossing forward to cover her face he shook her. A sickening feeling started in his gut and he pressed his ear to her chest, trying to ignore the feel of her breasts as he searched for her heart beat.
“Thank God,” he relaxed a little. It was there, she was still alive. He sat up and cupped her face in his hands, shifting her tangled hair aside. “Wake up, baby,” he tried patting a cheek. “Now’s not the time for a nap, wake up!” Her cheeks felt cold and it looked as if the color was starting to drain from her face. Zack cursed and shucked off his jacket, trying to keep himself calm. He tugged her up, sitting down on his butt and pulled her into his lap. “Don’t get any ideas,” he said uneasily as he pulled his jacket around her limp form. “I’m not trying anything, gonna keep my hands to myself,” he told her as if she were conscious and listening. He pulled her knees up, managing her into a fetal position before he wrapped his arms around her. “It’s okay,” he said, though to whom he wasn’t sure.