Hello!
I'm Annabelle, a singer for 12 years (I'm allmost 14, and I'm singing from the age of 2 years old).
Saddly, I only write storys, so I can't record my own works, and publish it.
I'd like someone who'll write the lyrics, and as well - get the credit for it.
For now, I can't pay, as I have no job... but if I'll find one, I'll try my best to reward the writer.
If you want to hear me, you can find some covers I did on my youtube channal: YouTube - ‪BlackCat11896's Channel‬‎
Thank you for your time.
Annabelle.

Hi, AnnabelleSky!

What do you mean that you can't record your own works, please?

Thanks!

I mean, that I'd like to record some original songs, and not only covers (you can hear it on my YouTube channal), but as I'm not a song writer - it's impossible for me..

Hi again, AnnabelleSky!

Would you please post a little bit of a story hear that you've already written?

Doesn't have to be a lot, but just a little bit, like six to eight sentences or lines.

Thanks!

Hello Clough :)
by the way, call me Anne or something.. haha ^^

as for your request, I can, but I usually write in my country's language (hebrew).. however, I upload it to my mibba.com... (the ones I write on english)
here's the prologue (that's the long story.. I have a short one as well ^^):
The Nineteenth Century


"I love you, Annabelle," he whispered softly into my ear. I held his hand tightly.
"Will you go?'' I asked him. He nodded. Tears welled in my eyes an eventually fell to the floor. The small light from the candle shone behind his back. "William?" I whispered.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Don't leave me," I pleaded before I fell to my knees, covering my teary eyes with my hands, sobbing.
"Sorry," he answered. He sat down in front of me, and moved my hands away from my face.
Then our lips met, softly parting, fitting to each-other. My fingers ran through his dark hair, as he held me close. But still, little by little, I lost the feeling of his cold body against my own.
A single, cold tear, landed on my warm cheek.
"Good bye."


2010

The tears slowly ran down my cheeks, but I emitted no sound. I looked at his body lying there, perfectly still. Lifeless. Little by little, I came to my senses. The harsh reality of what I had just done, dawned on me.
The knife fell out of my hand, landing with a clatter on the ground, and sending droplets of red flying. I stepped closer to him, reaching out to place my hand on his chest. The blood touched my skin, soaking in. There was a pool of the stuff surrounding his body - I could feel it through my feet.
"I killed him," I whispered.