Creative Writing, Daydream Stories

A Girl Can Dream Right?

I like to picture our phone calls with the songs you chose for me playing in the background as that scene from a cliché high school sweetheart movie.You know, the one where the lover boy stands outside throwing rocks at "her" bedroom window. She comes to the window, shakes her head, blushes, and quietly opens the window with her finger pressed to her lips. He would then hold up the boom box and serenade her with these songs that projected his feelings with a voice.

Creative Writing, Daydream Stories

15, the Girl in the Void

Whenever I think of you I always recall the first time I saw you. I can still feel your eyes frisking my soul, how the electrifying energy zipped through my body stopping my heart and how I forgot to breathe. I use to believe that I ran from you out of fear of knowing the truth but it was quite the opposite. I was to know all of you, everything that made you good but the fear came from everyone's disdain of the bad that made you who you were.