At night, when I'm at that point between awake and sleep, I try to imagine what it'd be like if you were here.  I don't imagine anything sexual.  I imagine how it'd feel to be snuggled up next to you.  How it'd feel to have your arm around my waist casually, drifting off to sleep.
To be honest, I want you so bad.  I've never wanted anyone this much this soon.
You don't see what I see in you, which isn't so good.  I guess it's the same way around, too though.
You make me smile so much and we just always seem to understand what the other person means, even before the words leave their mouth.
I don't just want you physically.  I want to be in a relationship with you.
But I don't want to be the only one wanting that.

Wob

Every conversation is a battle for who gets to talk.  I've never met a boy who talks as much as I do.  You exceed my expectations in so many ways.  I think we want to know each other so well that we're telling each other everything the only way we know how.  You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you, darling.  I'm so happy God put you in my life.
I'm just afraid of Him taking you too soon.

Dystopian thing

The lightning fills the dark room even through the closed blinds.  As the thunder claps and the lightning sparks grow closer together, I tremble with my hand over David's mouth.  He can't move or make a peep. This kind of man-made storm tracks what we say and do.  I'm still trying to understand why our government would sink to this level, but have no time to dwell since I must protect what's left of my family.

Once Upon a Time...

When I was a little girl, I remember watching "Lizzie McGuire" on Disney Channel.  I used to wonder what made her so special.  I would try to make my life worthy of a TV show.  In other words, I thought Lizzie McGuire was an actual person and was just so special that Disney decided to make a TV show about her life.
I was an imaginative child, needless to say.

July 2011 Writing Challenge

We had a Skype date scheduled tonight. He never responded to any texts. I think something is wrong.

4 days later

He finally called me.  As I yank each word from his lips like teeth, I realize this is so much worse than I could have imagined. There is no way I'm staying here. 9 hours away. I'm too far away from him.
He never really has mentioned his dad before. Doesn't like to talk about his family. Always seems to regard them negatively. Now it doesn't matter. His dad is gone forever. Bought a grill and blew it up in his car. It's the most creative suicide I've ever heard of.
I'm fighting my mom to come home. I need to be there for him. I need to make sure he's ok. I'm not allowed.
I have to stay at school. 

NaNoWriMo Camp Daily Challenge: Day 1

Oh, lovely. Here comes Prince Charming once again to save the day. It makes sense, since in every other story my kind is always evil. I suppose he might think I'm evil as well.

The fact that I'm in love with him never crosses his mind. All he sees are the cat fights I always seem to get into with the maiden who holds his heart.

The jealousy I feel is enough to swallow me whole. Why not let him kill me? It will save me from years of a painful hole in my chest. I can not let him marry that bitch, though. If only he could see her for who she truly was. She plays sweet and innocent, but I know all the knights she has cheated on him with. I know all the things she has done that will eventually cause him heartache.

I try to calm down, change back to my human form to talk to him. However, counting to ten is slightly more difficult when I'm defending myself from his powerful sword.
I take the sword out of his hands and grasp it tightly. Then, I start counting and breathing, and finally I'm his size. He looks at me questioningly. I can see what he's thinking.

I begin timidly. "Sir, I can understand your confusion. However, I would never try to hurt you. I know who you think I am and who you think your lovely maiden is, but you have it all wrong. She is the one who made me like this. She made me into a dragon. She could not stand the thought of having any competition for you."

The prince stands there, simply staring at me in amazement. Oh goodness, I hope he's listening. Even more, he has to believe me.

Someone helped me with an idea I didn't know how to expand

Jogging wasn't much fun alone; Kayla knew this better than anyone. The pounding of her sneakers on the asphalt resonated in her ears, though it did nothing to break the monotony of her thoughts. That was where her mother always came in. Together they would run, taking in the morning breeze and sharing the music of nature. Talking wasn't necessary; the sound of her mother breathing next to her was enough. It had been a year since Kayla lost her mother, and running, it seemed would never be the same again.

On the few days she actually did remember to bring her iPod along, it did little to help her ignore the loneliness.  Even still, running was not something she could give up.  It was the last connection she had to her mother.  Although painful, it was nice to have that time to reminisce on the time when she felt the strongest connection to her mommy.