March 2011
1 post
laurenjk asked: Your writing is wonderful :) <3
February 2011
4 posts
Her name is Athelia, but she knows no more than that. She lies on the dirt, muddied by the rain, her hair sticking to her face and neck. There’s clouds up above, dark, heavy with perspiration, and she curls up into herself, much like a child in a fetal position. Voices can be heard from a short distance and she perks up a little, but is still much too weak to move much. She hears her name being...
He firsts opens his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, those beautiful emerald irises adjusting to the light. I can feel him move, turning over, pulling the sheet over his head to block the light, but it’s too late; he’s been roused. I hear the coffee maker turn on in the room next door, preparing itself for another day. We lay there in silence as the birds outside sing to us. He wraps his arms...
breannarachel asked: you're an amazing writer! (:
Why do I feel like you’re always out of reach? Like, no matter how hard I try to grasp onto you, you pull backwards, refusing. It wasn’t always like this. We used to be inseparable. Maybe we weren’t voted cutest couple of the year and sometimes our friends disagreed that we should be together, but we fought through it. We told each other, “Let’s make this happen.” But now we’re tumbling, falling,...
January 2011
1 post
Here I am, once again, so close to falling. I describe this moment to you many times, over and over again, yet you do not believe. You say you must see it to believe it, but how could I let you watch me break? You tell me that you want to see me crumble, that this world wasn’t meant to be fought against. Embrace your emotions, you say. You always pushed me to my limits. Maybe that’s why I kept...
November 2010
3 posts
lepidine asked: i don't know you, but you're a brilliant writer
A heart can only be broken so many times before it refuses to comply. Some build walls around it, others let it go to ruin with each falling blow. A heart is a precious thing, the container of all emotions, foremost being love. My heart had seen so much already and experienced beyond what a normal heart should. I was young and let myself run free in a world that I believed had no real...
allonimo asked: I love your blog! You are such a talented writer. I only wish you would write on it more often! ((:
October 2010
2 posts
deoxynicole-deactivated20101108 asked: wow. i am blown away by your creative genius! your writing is amazing and i am so glad i found your blog!
gretchens-weiner asked: you are a truely amazing writer<3
i love reading your stories :3
i love reading your stories :3
September 2010
2 posts
desireofagirl asked: i love your blog! <3 =]
c0nstellation-deactivated201105 asked: Your an amazing writer ;D
August 2010
12 posts
saysthecrow asked: Ah! You have a writing blog too?! This is so awesome, haha :) I only skimmed through, I'll be reading everything in a few, but what I did see looks absolutely amazing! xxxx
My story for Alex, part 3
Once we reached my house, I bolted from the vehicle, not bothering to look back at what sort of sad expression would be upon Bryan’s face. I had to be strong, for myself. Maybe I did overreact, maybe I was being a bit of a drama queen, but my high hopes had been crushed under the steel boots of reality, and I couldn’t handle that. Too many years I have waited for him, played the role of best...
onehotminutee-deactivated201112 asked: where did your tumblr go?! i loved the pictures youd put up!
youbeautyx asked: Hello there, wow just reading your tumblr your amzing at writing just letting you know (: xo
natalieeaabellanosa-deactivated asked: Hi! I was wondering... if you'll make another chapter or part to the stories you write?
Oh and you are an amazing writer.(:
Oh and you are an amazing writer.(:
Misunderstandings
I let my cell phone ring a few more times, reading “Bryan” flash across the screen in bright letters repeatedly. Funny how nobody else’s name that flashed up would make me so anxious. On the last ring, I flipped open my phone. “Hello?” I was breathless.
“Alex?” The was a silence in which I could almost hear my belly flop.
“Hey, I was just wondering about you,” I said, honestly.
“Yeah, I was...
It's always been you
He was tall and handsome, debonair with a slight cleft chin, and I was his best friend. We had been best friends since we were both toddlers and our mothers dressed us up in over-sized overalls with tacky rainbow-colored buttons. Your hair was a curly fro then, and I had a cowlick going on with my bangs that made every Kodak moment an embarrassing one. I think I knew then that we were something...
third period, ten o' clock
While teachers droned on and textbooks were handed out like a procession that dulled even the most interested minds, we passed notes when the teachers weren’t looking. You and your hidden talents became exposed to me as you sketched me sitting, my chin in my hand, trying to stay awake on a rainy Monday morning. I opened the note gently, and looked over at you to say thank you, but your head was...
before you knew me, i knew you
The day I met you was dreadfully normal. I still can’t believe you walked into my life the way someone would walk into a McDonald’s. By the way you changed my life, I would have imagined your entrance like something out of a movie- wind blowing through your reddish hair while I stood there in awe and the world would stop and you would ignore everyone and look at me with understanding eyes, like...
My Perfect Man
Thick, red locks that curl around his face. Long arms to hold me, within his embrace. A sense of humor, dry and with wit. A man that will pull a chair back for me before I sit. Self-deprecating and not addicted to anything. A man with an accent that can play guitar and/or sing. Intelligent, wears glasses when he reads before he sleeps. A man that sheds tears, but never weeps. A dreamer, with a...
we had a future, but you left me breathless
There was a playground down the street from where I lived. The swings were rusty and the chains squeaked every time you pushed me higher and higher. “Let me touch the sky,” I would plead, and you’d give my back an extra shove so that my feet swung high above me. Then, when I said the word, and just when I was high enough, I’d let go and you would run around in front of me and catch me in your...
I see us, broken
I have the saddest eyes in the first picture taken of me after our relationship. I’m with my friends, trying to have fun. They forced me out after I had put myself on house-arrest, eating every imaginable sweet we owned. I think I gained a total of 5 pounds that week. Shelly is next to me in the picture and Megan is on the other side, along with 3 other of my close friends that never knew...
July 2010
7 posts
All the wrong things made us right
You and me. Look at us. We’re both emotionally distorted, broken and shattered like Fun House mirrors in a tornado storm. Yet, the clown still laughs, the lights flicker energetically and the carnival goes on. But, what happens to us? We’re beyond repair; an error, a mistake and a disaster. You said we would last forever, just like they all said in that same, sincere tone to me. I’ve learned...
If only I could finish a story...
Dishes piled high in the sink, making leaning towers in stacks that spread throughout the entirety of the kitchen. I could almost see my ex-roommate in the corner, grimacing at the sight in an eye-twitching way. So, maybe I wasn’t the cleanliest person on Earth, but I told myself that tomorrow I would get right to it with yellow elbow-length gloves and the most bubbly soap ever invented (so I...
When I Was Seventeen...
Her feet touched the chilled wooden floor, recoiling before letting the two meet. A grandfather clock’s pendulum swung, accompanying the suddenly audible ticking. The many various sized windows that coated the house were thoroughly misted over with fog, making the incoming light translucent. Eyes were rubbed, shortly followed by an overwhelming yawn and stretch of arms towards the heavens. A loud...
It’s terribly easy for people to make assumptions for the way someone is the way they are. So, let me set this straight: I did not have a troubled childhood that impacted me greatly. Looking through the days of my youth will not bring up memories of abuse, trauma, or any life-altering moments that could link to what I am. Some things just happen, okay? One moment I was sitting in class,...
Intro
Before I jump into the story with some fantastic, mind-blowing scene that makes you want to divulge into my life like it was the secret to existence itself, let me just say that it wasn’t always like this; I didn’t always have this so-called “gift.” I wasn’t raised to be…whatever I am. I was a normal teenage girl with crushes on boys that would never like me (Tyler Romsen,...
The sound of my heels clicking across pavement has always brought me satisfaction. It’s as if words are not needed; as if I can dominate the road I walk with 2 extra inches of height. I feel like I should toss my hair dramatically, or something equally as sexy. Put me in a pair of heels and I’m a goddess; all-woman. My destination is a hotel with some Spanish name. The sign only reads “NO”...
He walks through my door, shaking rain off like a dog would when thoroughly drenched. “A knock wouldn’t hurt,” I say, not looking up from the newspaper that is within my hands. I flip the page, getting inky residue on my fingers in the process, but the crinkling noise distracts me from the fact that my best friend’s ex-boyfriend has shown up unexpectedly on a stormy Tuesday...