I'm Callum, currently dwelling in the UK but soon moving away. I love writing. I live for it; well not quite but you understand what I am saying, right? I'm 18 years old and want t study English Language or Journalism at University.

Writing, for me, is about expression and deliverance. It's like a good artist singing a great song; a song with meanings - meanings that sometimes will be split and meanings that divide and cause discussion. It's a creative and important part of me. I can't draw a picture and think it good. I can't sing well. I'm a writer and writing is what I feel I am good at; I hope so anyway. Otherwise I'll feel like a reject on The X Factor that looks dillusional and pathetic.

I have been writing an ongoing story for almost fur years on another board and I have lost the early episodes. I lost everything up to episode number 344. But as it's an ongoing story, rather like a TV soap, I hope you can join in at this point and get gripped into the story.

I do tend to refer to the past in the story quite a lot and a lot has happened, but it's recently turned a corner and the readers on the other board, reading now, are all pretty new and the few that aren't would vouch for me when I tell you that it's rather unrecognisable to what is was; so I do rather think the past isn't as important as it once was.

I hope you can enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it and playingit out in my mind as I do so. I hope to write some other projects when this comes to a stop to.