I, Ren Nolastname was born in a little village in Ireland where the inhabitants were less than less then a meter tall. My Mum was 48.26 cm and my dad was 53.34 cm. I lived my life happily but was a wee bit too curious for my own good. My parents were headed over to the pot o’ gold at the end of the rainbow to make sure no human had found it yet. I on the otherhand stayed home to practice magic. I made myself a growth potion. It was perfectlly made and unfortunately worked perfectly as well. My family returned to find I was taller than my village. The tallest building in my village, the town hall, didn’t rise above my waist. There was no way for me to get into any village and no way to reverse the potions effects. I was banished from my village and my mum cried as I left and my dad looked grim as I waved goodbye. I ventured into the world on my own at thirteen years of age.
I am somewhere between the ages of 1 and 2,050 years old, and I am a teacher. I love to write stories, mostly science fiction and fantasy, but I write a lot of true stories as well. Nonsense was my first language, English is still a struggle from time to time. If you like Harry Potter my friends have referred to me as an odd combination of Luna Lovegoood and Hermione Granger though I can surprisingly relate to Neville Longbottom as well. I am an official Slytherin but an honorary Hufflepuff and enjoy intelligent conversation. I am known to spout comments on almost any subject known to man as well as tease and play pranks especially on those I am close to. I will read anything with words and love to write. I can be childish and mischievous one second and rather mature and insightful the next. I can be silly, and I can be serious. I dabble in everything, and am an expert in nothing. As I have been told that I am an adult, I am trying to mature but growing up is hard to do. View all posts by Ren