She feels a hand touch her arm, and she is quite literally shocked to see him again. Once more, he asks her to dance—this time in front of all her friends! She goes with him, praying that her face isn't too red or her smile too wide. Slowly, they turn in circles to the music. He wants to know her favorite color, and she asks him about his favorite movies. She isn't quite sure how to react to the way his eyes stay on her, and she has to concentrate to keep from stumbling.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
How I'll Meet My Honey©
The first installment of a possible (copyrighted!!) story idea with a title that I'm extremely proud of:
She sits in a chair that’s pushed against the wall, pretending to check her phone. Her friends are scattered around the room in various states of country dancing enjoyment. She’s been there for a few songs now, and she begins to contemplate a trip to the drinking fountain—anything to escape this awkwardness.
He is just walking in. His friends are all excited for a carefree night away from the pressures of school and work. Once inside, they separate. Wandering aimlessly through the crowd, he is stopped occasionally by people he knows, but the encounters are short. He somehow feels that there’s something more important for him to do.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Spring break's over...so what now?
It's been a month since my post, and I apologize profusely to all my adoring readers...how many are there now? Two, maybe? It's all good--someday I'll be unbelievably famous and people will go back to read this stuff and say to themselves, "Wow...she was a genius all along! Who knew?!"
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