Character Study
Name: Christine Fletcher
Nickname: Chris, Tine ("teen"), Stine ("steen"), Fletch, Fetch, Fetcher, Dog, Christ, Jesus-ine, That Chick, Chick, Chicky, Chickling, Chicklets
Birth date/Age: 5-11-91/17
School/Grade: Belmont High/12th
Family: Robert (father, 52), Marie (mother, 49), Sydney (sister, 21), Robert (brother, 15)
Strengths: Sarcasm, being opinionated, insulting people, finding cute shoes on sale for a ridiculously low price, cooking, Guitar Hero/Rock Band
Weaknesses: Being normal, pretending to be normal, being nice, thinking before speaking
Likes: Shoes, food, witty conversations, hanging out with friends, obscure music, Shakespeare, theater in general
Dislikes: Stupid people, the majority of the music in the Billboards Top 40, Twilight, horror movies
Quotes by Christine: "It's not my fault you're so stupid!" and "Awkward, but okay."
Quote about Christine: "Christine is proof that evolution is real. What starts as a single nickname eventually evolves into 500 variations. If evolution wasn't, she'd still have only two nicknames."
A conversation between Christine and her weird friend Steven who likes being annoying:
"CHRISTINE. GUESS WHAT?"
"...What?"
"Did you know your name has "Christ" in it?"
"Why? Have you only just noticed that?"
"Yes, but that's beside the point. The point is... you were named after Jesus!"
"I was named after my aunt."
"NO! You were named after Jesus! Except your parents didn't want it to be obvious, so that's why you aren't called 'Jesus-ine'."
"Steven, don't make me smack you."
"Christ doesn't smack people, Jesus-ine."
"What, am I supposed to pray for you instead? 'Oh man. Steven's totally being a stupid bitch, but I'm not going to smack him. Instead I'm going to pray that he'll learn from his wrong-doings and maybe he'll stop being so stupid and annoying and asshole-y.'"
"Jesus-ine, that sounds like the perfect thing to do."
"STOP CALLING ME 'JESUS-INE!'"
Author's Note
Okay. So this might not really be your idea of a character study. In fact, it's probably more a rough outline of a character than anything. But this is my writing blog, so I get to call it whatever I want. Basically, I'ma do stuff like this for characters I've created. Not necessarily because I'm writing about this character, but just for the sake of creating a character. I might do something with them, I might not. For instance, with Christine I have no story for her whatsoever. Just felt like creating a character. She's kind of based off of my friend Cat, although that wasn't originally my intentions.
*Coughcough* So, umm.... I had been doing this around 8 last night and at the bottom it says "Draft autosaved at 8:27 PM." Well, umm... It's 1:30 PM. I accidently left this up on my desktop all night long. Haha.
BASICALLY IT'S JUST FUN CREATING CHARACTERS.
Keegan <3
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Author's Note
So I've decided to start this off by posting three of my favorite things I've done (two short stories and a poem). I'm hoping this will get me writing more, which Spencer said I should do if I want to be an English major or something like that. Even though he was telling me not to. I should also maybe post my newspaper articles? Or maybe I'll just post links to the PDF of each issue. Because I don't have the final edit of each story. Which kind of sucks. So... Here are the links to my stories...?
How Not to Die (in High School) (October issue): http://www.bloomington.k12.mn.us/indschool/JFK/documents/sept_000.pdf
Insanity in 50,000 Words (about NaNoWriMo), Pretty in Pink (November issue): http://www.bloomington.k12.mn.us/indschool/JFK/documents/nov08.pdf
Note: There was supposed to be a December issue, but the layout computer crashed, losing everything. Emma had to redo the layout from scratch. So the January issue has everything that was supposed to be in the December issue. And apparently now there's a December issue curse because in the two years of the Eastside Edition, they haven't been able to get one out.
Thank God It's Over (January issue): http://www.bloomington.k12.mn.us/indschool/JFK/documents/EEjan09.pdf
Love Sucks Day a.k.a. Valentine's Day (February issue): The link I click on leads me to the January issue....
AHEM. Okay. Done with that. As issues for the Eastside Edition come out, I'll just post a link to it here with the title of my story(-ies?). It'll be easier. Trust me.
And new, actually recent stuff. Soon? I hope? Yeah.
Keegan <3
How Not to Die (in High School) (October issue): http://www.bloomington.k12.mn.us/indschool/JFK/documents/sept_000.pdf
Insanity in 50,000 Words (about NaNoWriMo), Pretty in Pink (November issue): http://www.bloomington.k12.mn.us/indschool/JFK/documents/nov08.pdf
Note: There was supposed to be a December issue, but the layout computer crashed, losing everything. Emma had to redo the layout from scratch. So the January issue has everything that was supposed to be in the December issue. And apparently now there's a December issue curse because in the two years of the Eastside Edition, they haven't been able to get one out.
Thank God It's Over (January issue): http://www.bloomington.k12.mn.us/indschool/JFK/documents/EEjan09.pdf
Love Sucks Day a.k.a. Valentine's Day (February issue): The link I click on leads me to the January issue....
AHEM. Okay. Done with that. As issues for the Eastside Edition come out, I'll just post a link to it here with the title of my story(-ies?). It'll be easier. Trust me.
And new, actually recent stuff. Soon? I hope? Yeah.
Keegan <3
Friday, February 27, 2009
Rae, Sarah, Kate, and Eli
Original fonts
Rae – Century Gothic, 10 pt Sarah – Kartika, 12 pt
Kate – Book Antiqua, 10 pt Eli – Courier New, 10 pt
Revised fonts for blogger
Rae - Trebuchet Sarah - Times
Kate - Georgia Eli - Courier
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So let’s start with talking about my friends and our little “group.” Talking about us is the best start I can think of.
My friends are honestly more interesting than me. Not kidding. I’m boring.
Sometimes it feels like my friends have more interesting lives than I do. I’m jealous of them in that way. Of course, that can’t be true all the time. ...Right?
So I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth, but I go by Eli. Of course, my parents insist on calling me by my full name. Actually, I guess Eli is mostly what close friends call me. I have three best friends, by the way.
Sarah. Even my name is boring. There are too many Sarahs.
Even if my life seems boring compared to my friends, at least I can go through life knowing I spell Kathryn the right way. Also, going by Kate makes me stand out from the billions of Katies.
Of course, telling you my name might be a good idea. You need to know who’s telling you about my wonderful friends. My name is Rae and if you make a crack about it being short for Raymond, I will literally kick your ass. It’s just Rae. ‘Tis much fun to confuse people about our names with Eli. ‘Tis much fun, indeed.
Rae is... In three words? Insane, uncool, and awesome. She’s always doing crazy things and she’s such a dork. That’s what makes her awesome, though.
Rae doesn’t care if she’s acting like a dork. She actually has a shirt that says “Embrace your inner nerd.” You would think that because she’s so weird and dorky and crazy, she’d get made fun of or something. Well, she does get made fun of, but it’s in jest. Because she’s a total theater geek and a dancer, she’s become universally adored.
Sarah describes Rae as “universally adored.” Rae denies it, but it’s true. There’s something about her that people just like. I think it’s just that she isn’t afraid to be herself.
People always comment on her name. They always ask if it’s short for Rachel or something. While I go by Eli, short for Elizabeth, Rae is just Rae. That’s actually one of the better ways to describe her. She’s just Rae.
One thing that surprises people sometimes is that I’m really sarcastic and swear a lot. Sarah, too. That doesn’t really surprise people, though.
I’m a bitch. It’s true. I’m the first one to admit it. I swear too much, I’m sarcastic, I make fun of everyone (myself included), and I’m a bit jaded. I can also be bitter. I don’t know how my friend can stand me sometimes. I can’t stand me sometimes.
Yeah, Sarah can be a bitch, but I love that bitch. It’s mostly towards people that annoy her. She’s easily annoyed, though... I think it’s mostly a mask. On the inside, she’s not that bitchy.
Sarah’s hella smart. She and Rae will get into sarcasm fights. It’s like a “your mom” fight in the sense that they try to one-up each other with witty and sarcastic statements. They can get annoying, especially when they last longer than ten minutes.
I joke that Sarah has “middle child syndrome” and that she’s how she is because her parents forgot about her. With her older brother in college and her younger sister, the piano prodigy, she does get forgotten sometimes. She’s crazy hilarious, though, for all her middle child, outer bitchiness.
She’s got this column in the school newspaper called “People Are Idiots: The Real Fictional True Stories.” It’s just about everyday high school life, embellished a little bit. It talks a lot about how weird people in high school are. It’s a popular column. I wish I had her writing talent.
Kate’s always saying how she wishes she could write as well as me. Well, she’s got a talent I’m jealous of. That girl can sing like no other. I can’t really describe her voice, but it’s amazing. People melt and angels rejoice when she sings. Choir will die when she graduates. She doesn’t seem to realize that, though.
Kate’s parents met at a law firm they both used to work at, so they’re pretty successful. She has a gigantic house and whenever there’s a group project and they work at her house, people are amazed. It embarrasses her a little bit. She doesn’t like showing off. I, on the other hand, am used to it, and I could probably find everything with my eyes closed. For the most part.
Kate doesn’t really like being considered one of the automatic popular girls because she’s considered rich. She hates that scene and the drama. People don’t really want to start drama with her, though, so that’s good. Being the daughter to two lawyers means that she knows how to argue. She kicks ass in class debates.
People often think that Kate is going to be a lawyer like her parents and that she’ll end up being a rich snob. Kate is the least snobby person I know. Honestly, though? Kate often says her life is boring and she has no idea what she wants to do with her future. That surprises people.
Kate actually likes photography, but she thinks her parents won’t take it seriously. She thinks they’ll treat as just an expensive hobby. They’ll buy her the most expensive equipment and then say, “Now what are you really going to do with your life?”
I wish people would take me seriously.
It’s true. People don’t often take Eli seriously. Maybe it’s because she goes by Eli? Most teachers call her Elizabeth, her full name, but still... She does sleep in class also and is a bit of a class clown when she’s not sleeping. She gets some of the higher grades, despite that. I think she’s just not challenged enough.
Eli hates that people don’t take her seriously. People generally like her. They just don’t take her seriously. They see her as “funny, but won’t amount to much.” People don’t realize she’s a really good artist. She actually wants to write comics or go into animation. She’s a film junkie, especially when it comes to the classic Disney movies. She’d spend hours studying them frame by frame if she could.
Eli works on the paper with me, but people don’t really know that. She does the comic “The Erth iz a Skware” under the pseudonym Darlene McNotreal. It’s popular and really funny. She draws really well, which surprises people.
She’s kind of a tomboy, which is why Eli fits so much better than Elizabeth. She’s tall so people think she plays basketball, but really she likes track. She’s a total track rat. A track rat that draws well.
So that’s us. My awesome friends and me.
That’s us. I love us.
I don’t like saying they’re my friends because honestly? They’re more like an extension of me. I feel like I’m missing a limb when one of them is gone.
They sometimes feel more like family than my real family. I love that. I love them. They’re my sisters and together, we’re awesome. We’re the Fantastic Four, but without the powers and none of us are guys. Although two of us have/go by guy names... Yeah.
They’re the siblings I don’t have.
They’re better than my brothers.
They can get in your face sometimes, but I love them. They’re also less annoying than the piano prodigy sister.
They’re family, simple as that.
Author's Note
Wrote this... in August. The fonts don't necessarily matter, but it makes it a little easier to differentiate the girls. plus, with the original fonts, I had spent so much time trying to find one that would match their personalities.
So, originally, I thought this could be the opening to a story. It would start off with this, and then it would follow the girls through junior year and as it went on, the voices would each become more recognizable and then they would sort of merge into one voice at the end again (like how it does at the end of this). And of course, the whole thing wouldn't be constant back and forth like this. You'd get more extended parts with each character. And I suppose this whole thing could also be thought of as a character study.
In the end, I like this just as a short story-ish thing. Although if I ever wish to expand it, I can. Although I would nee to think of an actual title... I never really came up with one for this. Oh well.
Keegan <3
Oh, also on dA. http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/art/Story-Idea-93808047 You can see the real fonts I used there. You have to click "download," but it doesn't actually download anything. So... Yeah.
Rae – Century Gothic, 10 pt Sarah – Kartika, 12 pt
Kate – Book Antiqua, 10 pt Eli – Courier New, 10 pt
Revised fonts for blogger
Rae - Trebuchet Sarah - Times
Kate - Georgia Eli - Courier
---
So let’s start with talking about my friends and our little “group.” Talking about us is the best start I can think of.
My friends are honestly more interesting than me. Not kidding. I’m boring.
Sometimes it feels like my friends have more interesting lives than I do. I’m jealous of them in that way. Of course, that can’t be true all the time. ...Right?
So I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth, but I go by Eli. Of course, my parents insist on calling me by my full name. Actually, I guess Eli is mostly what close friends call me. I have three best friends, by the way.
Sarah. Even my name is boring. There are too many Sarahs.
Even if my life seems boring compared to my friends, at least I can go through life knowing I spell Kathryn the right way. Also, going by Kate makes me stand out from the billions of Katies.
Of course, telling you my name might be a good idea. You need to know who’s telling you about my wonderful friends. My name is Rae and if you make a crack about it being short for Raymond, I will literally kick your ass. It’s just Rae. ‘Tis much fun to confuse people about our names with Eli. ‘Tis much fun, indeed.
Rae is... In three words? Insane, uncool, and awesome. She’s always doing crazy things and she’s such a dork. That’s what makes her awesome, though.
Rae doesn’t care if she’s acting like a dork. She actually has a shirt that says “Embrace your inner nerd.” You would think that because she’s so weird and dorky and crazy, she’d get made fun of or something. Well, she does get made fun of, but it’s in jest. Because she’s a total theater geek and a dancer, she’s become universally adored.
Sarah describes Rae as “universally adored.” Rae denies it, but it’s true. There’s something about her that people just like. I think it’s just that she isn’t afraid to be herself.
People always comment on her name. They always ask if it’s short for Rachel or something. While I go by Eli, short for Elizabeth, Rae is just Rae. That’s actually one of the better ways to describe her. She’s just Rae.
One thing that surprises people sometimes is that I’m really sarcastic and swear a lot. Sarah, too. That doesn’t really surprise people, though.
I’m a bitch. It’s true. I’m the first one to admit it. I swear too much, I’m sarcastic, I make fun of everyone (myself included), and I’m a bit jaded. I can also be bitter. I don’t know how my friend can stand me sometimes. I can’t stand me sometimes.
Yeah, Sarah can be a bitch, but I love that bitch. It’s mostly towards people that annoy her. She’s easily annoyed, though... I think it’s mostly a mask. On the inside, she’s not that bitchy.
Sarah’s hella smart. She and Rae will get into sarcasm fights. It’s like a “your mom” fight in the sense that they try to one-up each other with witty and sarcastic statements. They can get annoying, especially when they last longer than ten minutes.
I joke that Sarah has “middle child syndrome” and that she’s how she is because her parents forgot about her. With her older brother in college and her younger sister, the piano prodigy, she does get forgotten sometimes. She’s crazy hilarious, though, for all her middle child, outer bitchiness.
She’s got this column in the school newspaper called “People Are Idiots: The Real Fictional True Stories.” It’s just about everyday high school life, embellished a little bit. It talks a lot about how weird people in high school are. It’s a popular column. I wish I had her writing talent.
Kate’s always saying how she wishes she could write as well as me. Well, she’s got a talent I’m jealous of. That girl can sing like no other. I can’t really describe her voice, but it’s amazing. People melt and angels rejoice when she sings. Choir will die when she graduates. She doesn’t seem to realize that, though.
Kate’s parents met at a law firm they both used to work at, so they’re pretty successful. She has a gigantic house and whenever there’s a group project and they work at her house, people are amazed. It embarrasses her a little bit. She doesn’t like showing off. I, on the other hand, am used to it, and I could probably find everything with my eyes closed. For the most part.
Kate doesn’t really like being considered one of the automatic popular girls because she’s considered rich. She hates that scene and the drama. People don’t really want to start drama with her, though, so that’s good. Being the daughter to two lawyers means that she knows how to argue. She kicks ass in class debates.
People often think that Kate is going to be a lawyer like her parents and that she’ll end up being a rich snob. Kate is the least snobby person I know. Honestly, though? Kate often says her life is boring and she has no idea what she wants to do with her future. That surprises people.
Kate actually likes photography, but she thinks her parents won’t take it seriously. She thinks they’ll treat as just an expensive hobby. They’ll buy her the most expensive equipment and then say, “Now what are you really going to do with your life?”
I wish people would take me seriously.
It’s true. People don’t often take Eli seriously. Maybe it’s because she goes by Eli? Most teachers call her Elizabeth, her full name, but still... She does sleep in class also and is a bit of a class clown when she’s not sleeping. She gets some of the higher grades, despite that. I think she’s just not challenged enough.
Eli hates that people don’t take her seriously. People generally like her. They just don’t take her seriously. They see her as “funny, but won’t amount to much.” People don’t realize she’s a really good artist. She actually wants to write comics or go into animation. She’s a film junkie, especially when it comes to the classic Disney movies. She’d spend hours studying them frame by frame if she could.
Eli works on the paper with me, but people don’t really know that. She does the comic “The Erth iz a Skware” under the pseudonym Darlene McNotreal. It’s popular and really funny. She draws really well, which surprises people.
She’s kind of a tomboy, which is why Eli fits so much better than Elizabeth. She’s tall so people think she plays basketball, but really she likes track. She’s a total track rat. A track rat that draws well.
So that’s us. My awesome friends and me.
That’s us. I love us.
I don’t like saying they’re my friends because honestly? They’re more like an extension of me. I feel like I’m missing a limb when one of them is gone.
They sometimes feel more like family than my real family. I love that. I love them. They’re my sisters and together, we’re awesome. We’re the Fantastic Four, but without the powers and none of us are guys. Although two of us have/go by guy names... Yeah.
They’re the siblings I don’t have.
They’re better than my brothers.
They can get in your face sometimes, but I love them. They’re also less annoying than the piano prodigy sister.
They’re family, simple as that.
Author's Note
Wrote this... in August. The fonts don't necessarily matter, but it makes it a little easier to differentiate the girls. plus, with the original fonts, I had spent so much time trying to find one that would match their personalities.
So, originally, I thought this could be the opening to a story. It would start off with this, and then it would follow the girls through junior year and as it went on, the voices would each become more recognizable and then they would sort of merge into one voice at the end again (like how it does at the end of this). And of course, the whole thing wouldn't be constant back and forth like this. You'd get more extended parts with each character. And I suppose this whole thing could also be thought of as a character study.
In the end, I like this just as a short story-ish thing. Although if I ever wish to expand it, I can. Although I would nee to think of an actual title... I never really came up with one for this. Oh well.
Keegan <3
Oh, also on dA. http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/art/Story-Idea-93808047 You can see the real fonts I used there. You have to click "download," but it doesn't actually download anything. So... Yeah.
Impulse
There he is. He’s right there. Leaning against the wall in the main hall near the water fountains, he’s listening to his iPod. His hands are in the pockets of his hoodie, along with said iPod. His eyes are closed, oblivious to the people walking to lunch.
They’re oblivious to him. They just walk by.
Except for me. I slow down as I’m about to pass him. A million thoughts flit through my head. He’s right there. I’ve harbored this crush since October. It’s the middle of May. The school year is coming to an end and he still doesn’t know, no matter how obvious I think I’ve been. I feel like I’ve done everything but flat out say, “I like you.”
As if by impulse, a sudden, sudden impulse, I stop right in front of him. I stare at his face with longing. His eyes are still closed. He’s still lost in music, completely oblivious to everything around him. Completely oblivious to me.
Sudden impulse.
Hands clasped behind my back, I go on my tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek. Tiptoes were the only way.
Surprised, he opens his eyes and pulls his head phones out. He gives me a confused look. “Wha...?”
“I thought I’d give you a hint. I’m pretty sure you’ve been blind this whole year. Just thought you’d want to know.”
It registers in his face that he’s figures it out, but I start walking away before he can say anything. My head is up high and I’ve got a small smile on my face. I did it. He finally knows how I feel.
I feel my arm stop swinging forward and I’m basically frozen mid-step. He’s grabbed my wrist. I look over my shoulder and throw a questioning look at him before he pulls me back.
We’re standing face to face. Other than the kiss I just gave him, this is the closest I’ve ever been to him. I can smell the soap on his skin. He studies my face for a moment.
“If I’ve been blind, then so have you,” he tells me softly, giving me a small smile.
And the he kisses me full of the lips.
I give of small gasp of surprise. Then he pulls away, slightly blushing through his blissful smile.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispers, running his hand through my long hair.
“I’ve wanted you to do that for so long,” I say, staring into his eyes. His beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. I could get lost in those eyes.
“So we’ve both been blind?” I ask.
“I guess so.”
“Probably obvious to everyone but us.”
“Yeah. Probably.”
“But at least now we both know.”
“So are we together? Is that what will happen?” He looks hopeful, yet unsure.
“Is that what you want?” I answer his question with a question.
“Yes,” he says, sounding so sure.
“Same. There’s nothing I want more right now.”
He’s holding both my hands now. He’s staring into my eyes with a look I’ve only dreamed of.
For a brief moment, I wonder what other people are thinking. Did they pay attention and notice the start of a relationship? Did they realize it was the start of something that will no doubt be beautiful? Or did they just brush it off as annoying PDA? I push the thoughts away. What they think doesn’t matter. His thoughts are the ones that matter.
And now I know what he’s thinking. Ah, impulse.
Author's Note
Written last year, again, about a year ago and also on dA. http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/art/Impulse-74971615 I had orginally planned to write two other parts to this. The same scene, but from the views of him and an outsider. Never got around to it, though. Maybe I should.
Anywho, I like this. Only a page long (in century gothic, size 10, single spaced), but I feel like it says everything that it needs to say.
Keegan <3
They’re oblivious to him. They just walk by.
Except for me. I slow down as I’m about to pass him. A million thoughts flit through my head. He’s right there. I’ve harbored this crush since October. It’s the middle of May. The school year is coming to an end and he still doesn’t know, no matter how obvious I think I’ve been. I feel like I’ve done everything but flat out say, “I like you.”
As if by impulse, a sudden, sudden impulse, I stop right in front of him. I stare at his face with longing. His eyes are still closed. He’s still lost in music, completely oblivious to everything around him. Completely oblivious to me.
Sudden impulse.
Hands clasped behind my back, I go on my tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek. Tiptoes were the only way.
Surprised, he opens his eyes and pulls his head phones out. He gives me a confused look. “Wha...?”
“I thought I’d give you a hint. I’m pretty sure you’ve been blind this whole year. Just thought you’d want to know.”
It registers in his face that he’s figures it out, but I start walking away before he can say anything. My head is up high and I’ve got a small smile on my face. I did it. He finally knows how I feel.
I feel my arm stop swinging forward and I’m basically frozen mid-step. He’s grabbed my wrist. I look over my shoulder and throw a questioning look at him before he pulls me back.
We’re standing face to face. Other than the kiss I just gave him, this is the closest I’ve ever been to him. I can smell the soap on his skin. He studies my face for a moment.
“If I’ve been blind, then so have you,” he tells me softly, giving me a small smile.
And the he kisses me full of the lips.
I give of small gasp of surprise. Then he pulls away, slightly blushing through his blissful smile.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispers, running his hand through my long hair.
“I’ve wanted you to do that for so long,” I say, staring into his eyes. His beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. I could get lost in those eyes.
“So we’ve both been blind?” I ask.
“I guess so.”
“Probably obvious to everyone but us.”
“Yeah. Probably.”
“But at least now we both know.”
“So are we together? Is that what will happen?” He looks hopeful, yet unsure.
“Is that what you want?” I answer his question with a question.
“Yes,” he says, sounding so sure.
“Same. There’s nothing I want more right now.”
He’s holding both my hands now. He’s staring into my eyes with a look I’ve only dreamed of.
For a brief moment, I wonder what other people are thinking. Did they pay attention and notice the start of a relationship? Did they realize it was the start of something that will no doubt be beautiful? Or did they just brush it off as annoying PDA? I push the thoughts away. What they think doesn’t matter. His thoughts are the ones that matter.
And now I know what he’s thinking. Ah, impulse.
Author's Note
Written last year, again, about a year ago and also on dA. http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/art/Impulse-74971615 I had orginally planned to write two other parts to this. The same scene, but from the views of him and an outsider. Never got around to it, though. Maybe I should.
Anywho, I like this. Only a page long (in century gothic, size 10, single spaced), but I feel like it says everything that it needs to say.
Keegan <3
For You
I hold my heart in my hands
For you.
Take my heart from my out-stretched hands.
It's for you.
My heart is like glass
And it's for you.
Don't break the only heart I have
For you.
Be careful,
Be gentle,
Be sweet.
That's what you do
.And I hold out my heart
For you to take.
When I'm not looking,
When I least expect it,
When I don't think I could fall in love.
That's what you do.
I hold my heart in my hands
For you.
Take it, please. My heart is
For You.
Author's Notes:
Written just over a year ago, originally posted on my deviantART at http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/art/For-You-75277723. This was inspired by the boy I liked most of last year. Figured it might be a good way to start things off.
Keegan <3
For you.
Take my heart from my out-stretched hands.
It's for you.
My heart is like glass
And it's for you.
Don't break the only heart I have
For you.
Be careful,
Be gentle,
Be sweet.
That's what you do
.And I hold out my heart
For you to take.
When I'm not looking,
When I least expect it,
When I don't think I could fall in love.
That's what you do.
I hold my heart in my hands
For you.
Take it, please. My heart is
For You.
Author's Notes:
Written just over a year ago, originally posted on my deviantART at http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/art/For-You-75277723. This was inspired by the boy I liked most of last year. Figured it might be a good way to start things off.
Keegan <3
Writing By Keegan
So my brother said if I wanted to be an English major (as all my college surveys/quizzes whatever say would be best for me), I should create a writing blog and write everyday. So... Yeah. So I started Writing By Keegan. Creative title, I know. I'll come up with something better. Maybe. xDD
Keegan <3
Keegan <3
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