Author has written 10 stories for Romance, Life, General, and Love.
lovers alone wear sunlight - e. e. cummings
I am probably the most cynical and practical hopeless romantic you will meet. I think it makes me quirky.
I can't whistle.
I believe that laughter is the universal language and a smile is the cheapest and fastest way to feel like a million bucks.
I am a junior in college and will be spending my spring semester in Ireland.
My initials are my name.
Since I was little, I've dreamed of becoming a world-famous author...
Then I realized I don't have much to say.
I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy. -Megan McCafferty; Second Helpings
Forgetting the Breeze- Written when I was a freshman in high school. Kind of embarrassing to look at now, but nostalgic and sweet at the same time. Damien Rice's "The Blower's Daughter" was the first song to ever make me cry. So I had to try and get some of those feelings on paper at the time.
Plastic Chairs and Whitewashed Walls- Again, written years ago when I was a freshman or sophomore in high school. This one was inspired by Death Cab for Cutie's "What Sarah Said" (sensing a pattern here?). It is my teenage attempt at tragic and highly emotional.
Song of Love- My most recent short story. Based off a similar relationship I was going through at the time (if we're being totally honest, still going through). Rather sappy at times, rather silly at times, and rather sad at times. The lead character is basically me, though, so I can't hate on it too much.
Wendy's Wish- Just a little something cutesies I wrote while in the process of going through choosing colleges I believe. I was feeling nostalgic.
Lead Balloons- Trying to convey the feeling of being weighted down when all you want to do is fly. An odd image that (still) seems to work for me.
Shadows- Originally written in Spanish for class, actually. Not too sure where this one came from. Feelings of disillusionment and loss of innocence, I suppose.
Never Be- The first of many (many, many, many) poems about a certain figure in my life. Probably the first thing I posted on here that was very personal and raw. I just felt like I had to share it at the time and I'm glad I did.
Blinded Dusk- Also, not too sure where this came from. But there is a definite sense of entrapment in this one. I love it when my poetry ends up surprising me at the end.
Waiting on Maybe- The second in my "Never Be" published collection. I wrote this while physically waiting on that maybe, so it's kind of disorganized and choppy at times. But it ended up sounding just the way I was feeling so I kept it as is.
Typecast: My brain baby. I have SO many ideas for this story and SO many notebook pages filled with scenes and dialogue and character lists and plot points and story maps and yadda yadda yadda where Child Psychology notes should be. I hope to find the time to take this story where I want it to go. It will definitely unleash my happier side to fictionpress. I seem to be rather dark and depressing with most of my writing here. Which is kind of like my alter ego. So I hope this will take off soon.