Sarah Renova

Just a late 20s girl who realized the poetry within me.

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Sarah Renova

Just a late 20s girl who realized the poetry within me.

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The Stage

Sarah Renova

1 min read

Anxiety.

Heart pounding,

Hands sweating,

Hard breathing.

Notes in my hand,

Lights illuminating the stage,

A speaker droning on.

Close my eyes ,

Calm my breathing,

I got this.

“Please welcome to the stage,”

My name is called.

One last deep breath,

And i paste on a smile,

And walk onto the stage....

Poetry

The Incident

Sarah Renova

3 min read

I didnt always look the way i do now. I actually used to be quite handsome. I had the perfect golden curls. Blue eyes that shone like clear lakes. A perfect nose, full lips, and a working body. I was vain and a stupid kid. I did stupid stuff like all kids did. I dated around with girls and i drank even though i was underage. I even tried drugs once or twice.

Then there was the incident. The thing...

Drama

Her

Sarah Renova

1 min read

Lets start with the hair. When i met her, her hair was blonde. Now she dyes it a dark red and keeps it oh so long. Her eyes are a blue that both clash with the dark red, yet compliment it so well. There are freckles on her face and acne too. The imperfections make her look real. Her facial features are dainty. So feminine. Her nose and mouth are small. Her lips turned up in smiles and jokes. Alway...

The Gift Of The Magi

Sarah Renova

4 min read

There was this beautiful young couple. The whole town awaited their engagement, they were so perfect together. The woman had long brown hair that went to her waist. She had blue eyes and a slim build. She wore modest clothes, skirts to her ankles and long sleeve tops. The man had blonde curly hair and blue eyes. He had a straight white smile and was a hard worker. The man worked at a newspaper sta...

Thriller

The Friends

Sarah Renova

5 min read

They say that your friends always have more friends than you do. It is an interesting paradox that has baffled many. I feel like it isnt true for me though. I have a ton of friends. In middle school, i was actually voted most popular. Like 90 percent of the class voted for me.

I’m no Regina George or anything. I don’t gain friends through fear. I do things to help people. I join clubs. I talk to ...

YA fiction

Fed

Sarah Renova

1 min read

I bite the hand that feeds me

So maybe it’ll let me starve.

Day in and day out,

Staring at the outside world,

Wondering if i’ll ever be able to see

Or feel

Or taste

Or touch it.

Stuck in my room

With my mother and father.

Feeding me

And bathing me

And tutoring me

Because I can’t do it on my own.

I can only move my head

And my hands

Due to a severe injury during birth.

Every day

I look out my win...

Poetry

YA fiction

When i Look In The mirror

Sarah Renova

2 min read

I pass by my bathroom mirror multiple times a day. I never look in it though. In fact, i had covered it long ago. When i first got sick.

When i was eleven, i was a chunky kid. I loved ice cream and french fries and burgers and pizza. The usual kid food. Then one day, some girls from school posted pictures of my face on a cows body. I was mortified. The girls got in major trouble, but the damage w...

YA fiction

Working Girl

Sarah Renova

5 min read

Sammie Langston was a girl of wealth. Her mothers mothers mothers mother had helped found one of the biggest college in their town. She was the first woman to graduate college in their town. She became a business woman who became president of a boarding school outside town. Then she opened the college. Sammie’s family gained much wealth from the college.

Sammie’s great grandmother was a dean at t...

YA fiction

Just One Hit

Sarah Renova

1 min read

I was 13

Barely in high school

I had a friend

Lets call her Belle.

We lived near each other

Barely five minutes apart

So of course we walked home together.

Past the creek

Through the trees

Up a hill

Home.

She was exciting.

Extroverted

And fun

And new.

One day she asked to stop at a bench.

Secluded

And lonely

With not much foot traffic.

She rooted through her bag

While I sat and watched.

Out s...

Poetry

YA fiction

Beware

Sarah Renova

1 min read

Everybody knows of that house. The one on top of the hill. Vines growing from the walls and the musky scent of emptiness. Dares from kids, seeing who is brave enough to go in. They claim its haunted or possessed. If only it were that simple. Stay more than one night, and the house will kill you. Choked or stabbed or simply swallowed whole. I should know. My whole family disappeared there....

Horror