Hi, my name is Samantha. If you're reading this you are most likely either curious about myself or my writing. I've been writing a while, and although my grammar is definitely iffy, I've been told I'm pretty good. Along with writing I also love dance, tennis, and building things (wood and etc.).
I'm a high school student in the United States.
As of right now my favorite books are Catcher in the Rye, To Kill A Mockingbird, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Fahrenheit 451, Speak, Elsewhere, What My Mother Doesn't Know, and Crashing Through.
I love my friends and family, and I try to love life, but sometimes it's hard to keep going through. Reading and writing gets me through the rough patches when nothing else helps (along with music).
As for my writing, here are some "run downs" I guess of each piece:
A Best Friend- I wrote this last year for English, and then went back after it was turned in to make it more... me. It's basically my definition of a best friend; although it definitely can be seen as the cliche and stereotype of a best friend, and is definitely not always true.
excerpt: It means trusting a person to know your deepest and darkest secrets--and trusting them to keep those secrets to themselves. It means having a person stand up for you, even when they know you are wrong. It means having someone there to pick up the pieces when you hit “rock bottom,” and having someone there to push you back down and laugh with you when you rip over a twig on the way to school.
Catching a Butterfly- A poem about writer's block. It's funny what kind of topics can get you out of a writer's block, and how frustrating writer's block can be in the first place.
excerpt: Finding the words to say,
Exactly how I feel,
I know what I want to say,
But the words just aren’t real.
Starving to Perfection- A poem about a dancer suffering from a lot of self-esteem issues, comparing herself to the other girls in her class, and thinking of ways to make herself become one of them.
excerpt: She must be like them,
She must be light--
On her feet,
In the air,
She must be a dancer.
The Subway Car- New version edited is up. A short story of a teenage girl, stuck on a subway car, with someone very... unexpected. The subway car she so much wanted to leave from becomes a place she never wants to stray from.
excerpt of current version: “Are you cold?” he asked, obviously noticing me shiver. I shook my head no, but he sat down next to me anyways and wrapped his arm around me. “Ahh,” he continued, “so I still get to you?”
Waiting and Wanting- A different type of poem than what I usually write, so reviews with constructive criticism would be VERY nice. It's about exactly what the title says, and in this case I (as it is in first person) is waiting for their love, and wanting to be with him (but with somewhat of a twist).
excerpt:
I didn’t think anything that came out of it
would be real.
Well, not as real as this feels anyways—
and this feels pretty damn real.
After the third book I looked at the time.
For me, it’s a mere 2:06 am.
For him, it’s 6:06 am.
He’s not getting online.
I also posted a new piece, Don't Tell Me You Love Me, although I've been too busy to come up with a decent summary of it. It should be coming soon though.
Anyways, read and enjoy!
And remember to review! They make me all fuzzy inside. :P
~ Tieka ~
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