Love Conflicts, Part II–Part of Your World, but Not

Isn’t it rather ironic that we all live in the same world, but we’re not really a part of each other’s worlds? We all have different backgrounds—race, religion, hobbies, values. My absolute favorite conflict in love stories: the classic “I can’t be with you because we’re from different worlds.” Think about it. It’s in so…

Love Conflicts, Part I

You don’t need a villain to create conflict. I read this today and thought, wow, interesting statement. It’s true in that good people can create conflict among themselves. But here’s my opinion. You don’t need a villain to create conflict, but sometimes that’s only because there isn’t a flesh and blood villain. Some villains don’t…

Almost Valentine’s Day, but Singleness Won’t Get Me Down This Year

Back in college, I learned for the first time that Valentine’s Day was AKA Singles’ Awareness Day. I’d never thought about it that way before then. I’d always been content in seeing Valentine’s Day as just another holiday, but not as important as other holidays. To me, it was a day to show some appreciation…

“By the Abandoned Tracks”–A Short Story for You

Took this picture across from my work building, and this short story formulated in my head. So I wrote it because sometimes we need a little piece of romantic fluff to get through the day. Everyday, she saw the abandoned railroad while she stared out the classroom window in an attempt to avoid the math…

Mid-December Musings

My part of the forest has finally grown colder. It means I can no longer deny that autumn has fluttered right past with not so much as a second glance. How rude. Here we are right smack in the middle of December, and I can feel the constant pull of contradicting emotions rise in my…

Kissing Confessions

Write what you know, they tell me. We couldn’t look away from each other at this moment even if the sun were about to collide into the very spot where we stood. His beautifully tanned skin seemed to cast golden rays under the low lights of the room. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as…

Poeming Again: “Sometimes”

driving down the freeway, 5 am the sun is reluctant to wake nothing but sad songs on the radio all about love and heartache sometimes the light remains red no matter how long we wait for the green sometimes it’s only after the candle is lit when we finally see the unseen sometimes we think…