I love writing and reading, and I hope to be an inspiration to others and receive inspiration! I am currently writing a book! I love Keeper of The lost Cities, Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Twilight and Others!
I love writing and reading, and I hope to be an inspiration to others and receive inspiration! I am currently writing a book! I love Keeper of The lost Cities, Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Twilight and Others!
Your face. I never saw enough of it. But when I did, you saw me for who I was. And I loved you for that.
Your face. I should have said something before it was too late. But when I saw your face, I could not remember how I was, Let alone why I was there. And I loved you for that.
Your face. I should have talked with you more often. But when we did, I did not have to pretend. And I loved you for that.
Your face. Your smile. Your laughter. I loved you for that.
I'm sorry. I lied. I said ‘loved’ in the past tense, But I should've said ‘love’.
My little friend. I’m with her. When she’s lonely, and when she’s not. I am the perfect friend. I am an actual friend, her only friend. She told me she would never forget me. And she didn’t. Until she did. Then I turned from a friend that she knew to an imaginary friend, a lonely one too. She’s forgotten about me, she does not see me. My only friend, now grown and gone. And I will stay, forever this way, because of who I am. If only my friend would remember my name, and then I would be complete. But now she is married, and she doesn’t need me. She has all the friends that she could ever want. Why would she want me? Now she is retired, with three kids. Her husband just died, and I cannot console her. All her friends have either failed her or forgotten her, but I have never left. If only my friend could see that, then I would be satisfied. If only she could see that I was just more than Imaginary. I am a friend, a confidante, a mentor, a companion. I am more than just an imaginary friend after all, even if no one can see it.
“We can't keep doing this!” “We aren't doing anything!” “Willow, we both know. We promised each other.” “We were young! We did not know what we were getting into! And that was so long ago! Don't tell me you don't want this, Theo.” “Willow. We both promised…” “No! I'm breaking that promise!” “There is nothing I can do?” “No, Theo.” “I will admit that I do not see you as my friend anymore. I have fallen for you. And I shouldn't have.” “Do you trust me?” “Yes, Willow. Always.” Willow leaned closer to Theo and pressed her lips to his. Theo’s hands got tangled in her blonde hair. After they parted, Willow rested her forehead on his, each of them in awe. “You do realize that we broke our promise?” “Theo, I broke my promise well before it was made.”
Note to readers: this is a true story, but some of the conversations might be a bit changed because of my memory (🤪) but everything did happen. Thank you! And sorry it’s long.
Jules: Diary Entry #1: Today marks the third week (maybe the second) of homeschooling, and we have been meeting up on Tuesdays. And since I got here, I feel like something is up. So my friend Eliana told me that Eli, basically her nemesis, only because they had a minor fight last year, likes my other friend Caryn. I guess because that was just like news that everyone knew. Well, they told me that in the first week, and then now, presently, Eli told Caryn that he did not like her anymore. I thought that was odd because everyone thought it was such a huge deal. And also, it looked like Caryn did not care…
Jules: Diary Entry #2: The one time I did not want to have a public school background… a couple of days ago, I got invited to a birthday party. For Eli’s older brother. We had fun, I’ll admit. Until someone decided that we needed to play “Truth or Dare”… for some weird reason, Caryn was the one who asked Eli if he liked me, and she walked forward to him, and he whispered something in his ear. She smiled and said yes. I was completely shell-shocked. How would a cute, brown-eyed, black-haired guy like him like me? And I remembered something. It does not matter whether I like him or not. One, I'm too young to date, and two, I'm moving away. To another COUNTRY. So when Caryn came over to me, I freaked out, and my public school denial instincts came in, right when I did not want them to. Ugh! I probably should have said I don't know, or something like that, but I would have never said I liked him, for my siblings were there! I think I have just ruined my life. At least Eli doesn't hold it against me. I just want to cry. I wish I could explain…
Jules: Diary Entry #3: This week was worse. I ended up falling for him (way more than before) and that week I could not say anything. And to make things worse, he acted like nothing happened, which was kinda easy since nobody from our class went to the party. I feel like things are just terrible, but now we can be better friends at least. And also, I noticed something. We have the same favorite color, the same favorite baseball team, and the same favorite ice cream flavor. Oh gosh. How do I even remember that? I'm a lost cause…
Jules: Diary Entry #4: I just learned that his birthday is in the same month as mine!!! (wow Jules, we are so proud of you. sarcastic clapping) I’ll tell you how it happened. We were doing this presentation for the end of the year, (and the poor guy was the only boy, none of the other boys wanted to do it or had excuses!) and we had to line up in birth order. Me and my bestie were both by our crushes. Wow. I cannot believe that this is our last week.
Jules: Diary Entry #5: I haven't been writing a lot, in a while, so this is going to be a lot. When me and my brother went to the park, we went and met up with Ada, and Ian. That was fun. We could talk without anything being awkward, and we would talk about everything. Movies, books, school, life. I found it crazy that I could talk about that with a ten-year-old boy, and my friend Ada, but not with most of my friends. Then, we talked about the new school year. This year, since we would not be able to finish the school year, we decided to homeschool online. I missed my old homeschool. Anyway, we talked about the new grade that my friend Madalyn was going into. They told me that Madalyn liked Eli, which I already knew, so I feigned surprise and asked some questions. They told me that the boys in her class decided to play “truth or dare” (again, terrible idea) and then they asked her questions about who her crush was. Of course, she had to tell them that she liked Eli. I did not know what he said. So, I was left with that cliffhanger, and dread, and sadness, and another word that I cannot think of.
Jules: Diary Entry #6: Of course, Madelyn decided to text me the next day. She told me she needed to talk about something. I knew what it was, of course. I just needed an excuse to not be able to call her. Luckily, my mom had a day to visit our old school to say goodbye, so I said I could not talk, but we could on Tuesday. Then Tuesday came. I told myself to avoid Eli as much as possible until I knew the whole story. When I saw Madelyn, we walked to her classroom, which was very dirty, which made sense since she was the only girl in the class. She told me what I knew, but she told me that Eli said he did not like her. I was very relieved. (sorry Madelyn…) She also told me something else. She said that he told her that he liked me. Emphasis on liked. My heart crumbled. I fumbled to tell Madelyn that he did like me, according to Ada. She said that she would not break the girl code. I did not talk to Eli, but we did make eye contact.
Jules: Diary Entry #7: Me and Ada went and got coffee, and she told me something that made me happy, but also kinda confused. She told me that when she was talking to Eli, he said he was super sad I was leaving. mind exploding Then I realized that he said just me, not me and my brother!!! Am I being too hopeful? I kinda implied I liked him. She did say eventually that he liked me a lot, and I told her that I liked him too. I asked her to tell him for me.
Jules: Diary Entry #8: The next day, I was texting my friends, and out of the blue, Madalyn texted me (and the group chat that knew nothing) that Eli liked me. Even though I knew that already, I was so happy. I'm crazy. Me and Madelyn went to Starbucks on Thursday. She told me what happened; She said to the boys, jokingly, “What is your deepest, darkest, secret?” And surprisingly, Eli answered, “I still like Jules.” I thought that was sweet. But extremely sad. I was moving. Again, I wanted to cry.
Jules: Diary Entry #9: I eventually plucked up the courage to ask Ada what he said, and while we were walking on a hike, she said that he was happy, but he was sad because I was moving. When we said goodbye, Dex (he is seven) gave me the sweetest hug. I wanted to hug everyone, but I didn't get the chance to hug Eli.
Jules: Diary Entry #10: I miss everyone, and I haven't even left yet. I miss my school, I miss my friends, I miss Eli. I remember all the times we joked around in class, drew comics, and just hung around. I feel like every day, every moment we were together was proof that we were meant for each other.
Jules: Diary Entry #11: I just got on my plane. I am so mad. I don't want to move. Especially not here. I will see you again Eli. ————————————
Note to readers (again): Sorry, I did not edit. I hope you enjoyed it. This was a true ‘story’.
If victory had a literal taste, If only. If victory had a literal taste, It would taste of water. Satisfying, when earned, Nothing when not. If Victory would have a taste, It would taste of Tamarind. Sweet at first, Sour at last, for all of the morally wrong things that were done to get here. If victory had a literal taste, If only.
Note to readers: I do not have a title for this book, so I will refer to it by the name of the chapter. I promise the next book will have a title. Any ideas? ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————
“Scarlett… I need to tell you something,” says a voice, Grayson. Hazelnut Hair, blue eyes. I’d know that voice anywhere. But it sounded different. Nervous. I had a feeling I knew where this was going to go. I wait until he is around three feet away from me until I answer.
“I’m not really in the mood for a lecture,” I informed him, my voice filled with bitterness. Not now, not ever. But it is’nt Grayson’s fault. I need to get a hold of my temper.
“Conrad had it coming. And I wasn't here to ‘lecture’ you.” His answer takes me by surprise. I frown.
“Don't tell him that. He might also lose his friend in the process.” He looks pretty okay with that. I gulp, “What were you going to tell me then?” Cue the fidgeting. This is so unlike him.
“Um… I just wanted… to tell you…” Grayson closes his eyes, “ I wanted to tell you that I've liked you. A lot. For a while.” I’m blank. Then comes anger.
“Seriously!? You decided to tell me now? After I broke up with Conrad? Not to mention, he is your friend. Ugh.” I turn around immediately and run, despite Grayson calling after me to come back. Despite Grayson running after me. No. I can’t take this. I need space. And time. Lots and lots of time.
What did he expect me to say? _I like you too? _How could he? I just broke up with Conrad! Maybe he thought I'd say: I need time?
Once I got in my white Jeep SUV and started it, Grayson had barely gotten to to my window. I shook my head. _Just drive _I tell myself. So I do. And when I got to my house, I almost wished to be back at the school, with Grayson, and with all the complications, because, looking as peaceful as ever, was my ex, Conrad, standing in my driveway.
I will see you again. __
The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. I see you in the distance, and I know I can only reach you this way.
I will see you again.
This is where I belong. Fighting each day, to win. I reach my hands out to welcome the wind, to control it. A shiver runs down my spine. It is time. I am ready.
I will see you again. __
You need to know that I am not scared. I am not scared of what I can do. What I could be.
I will see you again
I will see you again. But not here, not now. So I jump and let the wind catch me. But the wind does not. Falling, I know only one thing. __ I will wait for you, like you waited for me. I owe it to you. Don't fail me. __ _I will see you again. _
Why? Why did you have to be so reckless? Now you’re stuck here with a psycho! Are you kidding, Ally? This is your idea of a blind date? I am never doing this again. __ __ “I’ll make you a deal,” says the masked psychopath, rolling up his grey sleeves. How can I trust him? “Tell me why I should let you go.” His proposition catches me off guard; he must just want some entertainment. I shake my head.
“Now, now,” he says coolly. “You do want to live, right? Then convince me.”
I remain still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my submission. Now he is taken aback_._ He raises his eyebrow. He waits. I won't give in. After a while, he says, “Interesting. I’ll remember this, Willow. Next time. I’ll find you.”
He walks away, leaving me in silence. I should be relieved, thtabi just escaped death. But no. I feel terrified. _How did he know my name? _I realize, _I just did escape death. _
This stranger in the street was once my friend yesterday. A week ago, they were just an acquaintance. A year ago, I only knew their name. And now, they’re a stranger? Erased. Gone. All I know is that we were once friends, and that we were close. Nobody knew about my friend except for me. Nobody could see my friend. Sometimes I wonder if I would recognize them if I saw them in the street. But no, they’re not really there—just my imagination. I know they exist; I just have to find them. How do you find someone without a name?
Years later:
I have found them. I cannot tell anyone. Nobody can know. They wouldn’t believe me if I told them. I forgot all the memories because I thought they were imaginary. I found them, and now I know I will always need my imaginary friends—they are my only true friends.