I was walking to class one morning at the dreadful time of 8 a.m. It was a beautiful day if not a touch cold as fall in Wyoming usually is.
“God, I’m so nervous. Why am I so nervous? I don’t get nervous.”
This is a little different from my usual writing. Tell me what you guys think! Thanks.
It’s not easy to capture the feeling I’m writing about with words. Most people have felt it and for those who haven’t, find your passion and you will. It’s that tingle of excitement that wells up inside you and makes you feel like a champion.
I think I want what everyone wants. To be wanted. Everything we do is for the approval of others.
So, honestly I’m intoxicated, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t just use auto correct for this sentence.
“Wake up! It’s time for school!” Rachel yelled. “I am up!” Joey poked his head out of his bedroom window. His black hair fell down past… Read more “Best Friend”
I never was one to believe in love at first sight.
Though I’ve tried many of times to capture the way she feels when she dances, my words are never sufficient. I can paint pictures with words but never have I ever been able to paint her dancing. Click the title “The Dancer” to read the whole story.