There’s something so personal about writing; you give yourself away to others in hopes that they feel just as lost and alone as you do. And together, in that moment of loneliness, you both feel less alone. That’s what writing is about.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Snippet #12
“Yeah, we can all sit
around and sip wine and discuss great literature or film or art. Except Sophie,
who’ll have grape juice because she can’t drink in her country.”
“Thanks, guys.”
Snippet #11
“I don’t
know if she’s really that deep, or if the rest of us are just really that
shallow.”
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Snippet #10
Jonáš sat flabbergasted. “She – she just broke his nose.”
“Time to go in,” Marek pulled Jonáš towards the fist fight.
“You take the girl; I’ll handle the other guy.”
Jonáš looked terrified. “Why do I get the girl? I don’t want
my face destroyed!”
“Better yours than mine,” Marek grinned. Jonáš just rolled his eyes and
they entered the fight screaming fake siren noises. Snippet #9
There was no way this girl was real. She was
like Captain America, sworn to stick up for those who can’t do it for
themselves.
Snippet #8
“Only
two things can happen when you don’t quite fit in. You’re either a square peg
in a round hole trying desperately to make things work, or you’re a round peg
in a square hole and going about life feeling like a part of you is missing.”
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Snippet #7
Loving her was like loving the rain. You enjoy it while
you have it, and once she leaves, you can’t recreate it. You can only remember
how it felt to dance in the rain and pray that you’ll feel that freedom again.
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