New Story Idea

Recently, I have began to write this short story. I am attempting to build a plot around it and possible turn it into a novel. What do you think? Do you like it so far? Remember, it is currently a work in progress. Read on and enjoy. ;)

            Honestly, he is like no one I have ever met before. His charming personality took me by surprise and I’ve never felt so comfortable around anyone like that before. Normally, I am a very shy person, but when I was talking with him, it felt like we could have gone on for hours.

            I met him in the oddest of circumstances. During school one day, at around lunchtime, there was a lockdown. Knowing me and my terrible luck, I was walking towards the office with no one around me. Surprisingly, a couple of yards away, there was a staff room. I hoped it was unlocked. I ran over to the door, and to my surprise, it opened. Unknown to me at the time, there was there was someone else in the room. Well, he was actually in the back space closet. To keep myself hidden from outside, I quickly crouched down below the window sill. In doing this so quickly, I forgot to turn off the lights off.

            There was a rustling in the corner closet. I crawled over to the cabinets on the wall. When I was hidden, someone came out of the closet.

            “Hello?” The figure walked out the door way and questioned the empty room.

            I could tell he was no harm, so I crawled out of my hiding place and answered, “Hi.”

            “Oh,” a surprised look formed on his face, “are you a teacher here?”

            I felt like my voice was jammed in m throat, like it was trapped and it couldn’t break free. Something about him made it hard for me to speak, “Uhhh…yeah. Are you?”

            His voice made me tremble “Yeah. I teach Language Arts.” He walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. “What do you teach?”

            I got up and walked over to the chair opposite of him and sat down. “I teach Social Studies.” I began to feel more comfortable with him, and continued talking, “Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before.”

            “Yes, I just transferred here this year. So, you teach Social Studies, what grade level?”

            “I teach AP US History and AP European History. What grade levels do you teach?”

            “I teach AP Language.” As he spoke I stared deeply into his deep, ocean blue eyes.

            

Autograph of Love

Here is a short story I wrote a couple days ago. What do you think? Read on and enjoy. ;)

            “How could you do this to me?” She questioned with tears in her eyes.

            “Do what?”

            “You know what you’re doing.  How could you not? How dare you patronize me?” A steady flow of tears began rush down her cheeks.

            “Well, I am doing what I believe is right. If you are unhappy with it, then I guess I can’t change it.”        

            “Don’t act stupid,” she talked with a deep-seeded passion. “You’re a complete fool. I can’t believe you lied to me.” She turned her body away from him. “I never want to see you again.”

            “What do you mean? I am not a fool,” he gently grabbed her and turned her around to face him. Looking deeply into her eyes her said, “I’m only madly in love with you,” He paused for a moment, “If that makes me a fool, then so be it.”

            As he spoke a glimmer of hope passed over her face.

“Are you telling the truth? You mean,” she could hardly get out the words, “you’re in love with me?” A slight smile appeared upon her face.

            “I have been in love with you since I first laid eyes on you. When you enter a room, it’s instantly brighter. When you smile, you make my day. And when we kiss,” he paused to try and find the right words, “the feelings I experience are truly indescribable.”

            A glimmer of sun light flashed through the room just then. It glistened over her tear filled eyes. One single tear rolled down her cheek.

            “My love,” he caressed her cheek with his hand, “why are you still crying?” Sadness seeped through his voice as he spoke.

            “Oh, you mean this little thing?” She giggled as she wiped her cheek. “These are not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness.”

            He took that as the right moment to wrap his arms around her and tightly hold her in an embrace. Being much taller, he gracefully lifted her up into the air and held her lovingly in his arms. He knew this is where she belonged. When they were together, nothing else mattered. They truly completed each other’s worlds.

            Affectionately, she whispered into his ear, “I love you.”

            “I love you, too.”

            Just as he finished, he held her face in his hands and passionately kissed her. He gave to her his forever lasting autograph of love, one single kiss.