"My writing takes my heart and soul and forms it into words and stories. My words are my weapons, my notebook my kingdom, my pen my sword. I need nothing else. I can save the world in thirty words or less, and destroy it in the same. I am a writer. Some see me as a hero, others see me as a villain. They don't realize that every villain is a hero in his own mind. I rule over kingdoms and lands. I fly dragons into battle. I live a happy life. It's what I do. It's who I am. And I hate sharing that with people." She stopped, staring at the dark haired boy across the room.
"Damn." He said, leaning back against the wall. "Why do you hate sharing that?"
She froze, horrified, as she stared at him. "Because writing comes from the deepest parts of me. I hide everything from everyone because I am sick and tired of being hurt. I burrow everything down and come off as a cold hard bitch. Why? Because if you can't feel anything, no one can touch you. But I do feel. It comes out in my writing one way or another. When people read it, they read me. They can see into my heart and mind. They pick it apart and analyze it, and they tear me into pieces. My writing is a part of me. Judging it is far worse than judging me." She paced as she spoke, six steps toward the window, seven toward the door.
"Wow." He stood to his full height and stared at her, his piercing blue eyes holding her in place. "I've never met someone as passionate as you, like, no lie." He chuckled softly but his gaze never left hers. She could barely breathe as she spoke her next words.
"It's the only thing I'm good at. Its the only thing I've yet to fuck up." She sunk to the floor, all of her pent up anxiety finally wearing off.
"You'll never fuck up anything that comes from the heart like that." He walked over and knelt done in front of her offering a small smile. He hugged her tightly as she spoke again.
"Thus why I'm afraid to share it..." She said, refusing to meet his gaze. His grip on her loosened and he fell back.
"Oh..." He whispered.
She looked up, tears filling her eyes only to have them met with the blackness of an off computer screen.
"Oh..." She echoed.
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The Raven Says Hello
AcakThis is a collection of blurbs and small writings that aren't really "story worthy" yet. I do know two of them will be used in an upcoming story I'm writing entitled "Perilous" and another was used in a speech competition I was in a while back. Enjo...
