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If you've seen my myspace, you might recognize these as my blogs. They're pretty old, and since I've written them, some of my ideas have changed. Some of these are meant to make you stop and think; I hope you enjoy.

Thursday, November 27, 2008
Girl & Boy (A happy one!)

The girl skipped down the hall, nearly singing with joy. There was no one around; she was in school now, long after the last bell had rung. She made a few blissful bounds and tried to twirl, almost toppling over from the weight of her heavy backpack. She laughed out loud as she righted herself, and slowed down to a normal walking pace. She was feeling loved. There was a boy… he shared her beliefs, and she was absolutely enthralled. He was funny and outgoing, and as far as she knew, he was exactly her type. 'Too good to be true,' she thought to herself, but it felt so true right then. He was flattering her often, but today he had flattered her in the most perfect way yet. Thinking of this, she laughed again. In that moment, even though no one shared it with her, the girl truly loved life.

Sunday, November 02, 2008
Girl & Boy II

The girl sat and waited on the hard wooden bench. Her ankles were crossed, hands atop one another, and she swung her legs back and forth, back and forth. She was waiting for the boy. They had a silent agreement: every day at around two thirty, they would meet on the bench. Why? Well, the girl wasn't quite sure. He was a handsome boy, to be sure; he was also kind and funny. He smiled a lot. Maybe that was why she was waiting with such great anticipation on this uncomfortable park bench.

The boy appeared from around the corner, the sun bouncing off of his curly brown hair. His piercing blue eyes met hers, and she felt the smile blossom across her face. He smiled back, and the girl's heart fluttered at the sight of his fantastic dimples. She thought he was the cutest thing she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn't sit. She lept up and ran to him, and he held out his arms and caught her in a big hug. She laughed when he swung her around as if she were a little kid. He set her down, and his hands lingered on her shoulders for a little longer than necessary, his eyes looking into hers. The girl didn't mind. She looked up at him from under her eyelashes, and he dropped his arms to his sides and motioned to her to follow him. Off they went, together, to walk. Such a simple act, but for them both it was a pure moment of utter and complete happiness.

Sunday, October 26, 2008
Girl & Boy

She raised one eyebrow as he said something to her, trying to get her attention. This boy that she no longer had feelings for, this boy who had hurt her. He was still trying to get her attention as she continued typing on her computer. They were in the library in their school, and everyone had a computer. She finally turned towards him and raised both eyebrows.
"What?" she asked abruptly.
"How are you?" He asked, to her great annoyance. She was trying to work. Didn't he understand? She didn't want to tell him how she was, she wanted to find someone else. Someone better. She was tired of him--of all boys; she was tired of their cluelessness. Wasn't there one boy that could understand? One boy that would get it? There musn't be, the girl thought cynically, I've never seen anything close.
"I'm fine," She lied, and turned away from him again. She wasn't fine. Why was he asking her this now? Now that she was tired of him treating her like a silly little girl, too young, too different. Now he was treating her right? What in the world was he thinking? A month ago her tender heart would have fluttered to the heavens if he had asked her such a nice question, but now she wished he hadn't spoken at all. She wished he would stop treating her nicely and leave her alone. He was making her confused. He was making her feelings complicated, and she hated comlicated feelings. She just wanted pure, simple emotions, and he had confused and tangled all sorts of emotions together; she stayed up at night, sorting through them. Good from bad, happy from sad, hopeful from hopeless. Now she had them all shoved into the very back of her mind, where all the condemned emotions sat, having been abandoned by their creator.
"Really?" He asked, looking like he still wanted to carry on the conversation, "I'm doing good, too. You know, today a big group of my friends are going down to a corn maze together.." He trailed off and looked at her hopefully. She acted clueless, although she knew exactly where this was going.
"Oh, really? That sounds fun," He looked a little happier, and she wondered if she should've said something harsher.
"Yeah, it should be great." He paused, "Would you like to come?" The girl stiffened. The emotions started boiling, all at once--anger, annoyance, yes, but also something else... Was it happiness? Was she glad that after all of that time, he was finally interested in her, as she had been interested in him for so long? Yes, it was. Brand new, shiney happiness. Triumph, even. She felt flattered. However, this would not stop her from being angery.
"You know, I think I'm busy today." She said, picking up her books to leave. "I'll see you around," And she left him there--he was simply too late.

((Author's note: Did this happen to me in real life? This seems to be a question I get a lot, so just so you all know: I completely made this up. I have never experienced anything like this.))

Thursday, August 21, 2008
Deep Sorrow

Christianity is not a crutch.

"Baby, what are you saying?" His pain was written all over his sweet face.
"We've been through so much together ... You're going to leave me now?" He reached for her hand, but she withdrew. The surprise was obvious in his soft brown eyes. She turned away so she wouldn't have to look at him.
"Our beliefs just don't match anymore..." Charlotte's voice was unsteady, but she then turned, took Jasper by the hand, and asked, "Why don't you try to see, Jasper? See what this is all about. You know what it would take to make me leave you." Jasper didn't let go of her hand, but his eyes hardened.
"You know I can't do that. You -- you know me better than anyone else. You know I can't do that." Charlotte felt such compassion for him. He was a good person, but he wasn't a Christian. She had become a Christian six months ago, and had just decided to give up the relationship she valued most. Her precious jewel, the thing she prized above everything in the world... Her Jasper.
Jasper and Charlotte had always been totally against the idea of God -- their childhoods were woven with despicable evil, and they always argued that if there was a god who would allow those things to happen, they certainly didn't want anything to do with him. That was before Charlotte met Lacey. Before Charlotte met Christ.

Charlotte's eyes filled with tears; she knew he still resented her decision to become a Christian. She knew he was not willing to follow in her footsteps. A tear slid down her cheek, and Jasper reached over and wiped it tenderly away with a strong thumb. He spoke softly, saying,
"You know I love you,"
She knew. She knew, and the truth tore at her heart with a stunning power. Here he was: Her childhood friend, her secret keeper, her playmate. He had been her steady boyfriend for he past two years, and her best friend for as long as she could remember. To grow, though, she knew she could not be linked to him this way. She needed support, and he could not give it to her.
Charlotte forced her voice to work.
"I have to leave you, Jasper. I'm not being controlled; this is my choice. I chose to be a Christian, and I'm following through." She took a deep breath, trying to blink away the tears, and then pulled her hand out of his. The shock was in his round eyes, in the lines of his face. She turned away and started to walk towards the door, but stopped at the sound of Jasper's voice. The pain was so obvious; it pierced her already aching heart.
"Charlotte," he pleaded, "Charlotte... please don't leave me."
Charlotte turned to look at Jasper. His tear-filled, red-rimmed eyes made her want to leap into his strong arms and comfort him, but she knew she couldn't. She knew what she had to do.
"I'm sorry, Jasper." Her voice barely worked, but she meant it with her whole heart. She was not sorry she had become a Christian, but she was so sorry that she was hurting him. She then turned, one last time, and walked away from her beloved Jasper forever.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008
True love.

Once there was a girl and a boy. They were meant for each other, and the girl realized that right away. The boy took longer, however, and before they could ever be together, the girl was swept away by fate to complete her destiny. Her job in the world was hard, made harder because she had to do it by herself. She grew old, and so did the boy, and she always thought of him. She never stopped loving him.

One day, the girl died. She went to heaven, and was accepted warmly by God. She felt good about her life, except that she never got to hold her true love. She wondered how the boy was doing. Later, she found that the news of her death had reached him, and he wasn’t very sad. He hadn’t seen her in so long, he had nearly forgotten their love.

The girl was filled with joy at the news. She was happy that he was happy. Her love was true.