Heyy everyone, my name is Kate.

I'm 16 years old,

I'm from Australia,

I love vampire and supernatural storys.

I am in love with Richelle Mead's Vampire Academy series, I would love to be as talented as her =D

I have been writing storys since I was 8 and I started writing poems when I was 12. Most of my storys are about love, friendship, adventure and ofcourse alot of them are about vampires. My poems are about my personal experiences, for example 2 years ago one of my horses had to be put down and I have written a lot of poems about her.

Im a very talkative person, I love shopping with my friends and I also love to just sit back and relax.

Here is one of my poems I wrote when i was 12

You’re the one for me

You’re the one for me because when I ride you, you let me borrow your freedom.

You’re the one for me because you know when I’m happy,

You know when I’m comfortable, and make me if im not,
You know when I’m confident, and you put me back in my place,
And you always know when I have carrots, and take every last one.

You’re the one for me because you understood me more than anyone else. You’re the one for me because you are a horse and horses change lives. They give young people confidence and self esteem. They provide peace and tranquillity to troubled souls and most of all they give us hope!

You’re the one for me because I took you out of the wild, but I never took the wild out of you.

You’re the one for me because in my life you have been the best friends I’ll ever have!

You’re the one for me because even now your gone you are still in my heart and a piece of you lives on in every heart you have touched.

Achtung Vogue my first and most precise horse in the world. When I look up in the stars I still see you running to the fence to greet me and see what’s in my pocket. I see you running free like any Thoroughbred would if they had the chance.

Vogue you’re the one and only horse for me, I will miss you forever and never forget you for as long as I live.

R.I.P

Achtung Vogue

This is a true story.
A girl died in 1933.
A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive.
The murderer chanted " Toma sota balcu" as he buried her.
Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl.
In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling.
She will suffocate you like she was suffocated.
If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you.
Your kindness will be rewarded if you do.