I'm 15, I am not very experienced in this field, I've always found an...escape. I know I'm not amazing or incredible but I'm trying.
I ONLY write shorts. I'm working on a novel but, It's not coming along that great. My writing is not long, it is brief but it has meaning to me.
I write creatively, I LOVE to have emotion with a descriptive balance. Here's my favourite piece I've wrote.

Since JSP doesn't work well with standard writing etiquette, It'll suffice.

I walked through the black alley, the red neon lights flickered behind my cautious mind. I knew it was a bad idea to take the alley, but I was in a hurry. Something scurried beneath my feet, startled - I tripped. Hitting the pavement hard, not knowing which way was up, I gained consciousness and staggered to my feet. Half way to a kneeling position I could see a figure, by this time my eyesight was blurry from the fall but I could make out it was a man. As my senses kicked in, I turned vigorously smashing into something. Again I'm on the ground, not knowing what happened. I looked up to something hitting my head. My heart raced but my eyesight faded.

His fist kissed the side of my cheek, shattering my clenched jaw, my ears pounding to the beat of my heart. Blood flowing rapidly, blood spewing out the side, draining on the ground forming a pool of death. I stared into the haziness of his face, my eyes begging for mercy and asking why? The man had his last strike, his fist exploding on impact, causing my face to rupture. My jaw shattered and my teeth snapped shut biting my tongue and cutting it severely.

I fell to the ground, my misery being soothed by the harmonic sound of his distancing footsteps. I was numb, I couldn't hear anything but the silence of the midnight streets. The glowing of the street lights beamed down on my body creating an aura of light surrounding me. I laid motionless, insecure and half-alive on the corner of Midway Boulevard.

As, you can see, they're not long.