Just Another Writer Writing

I decided to write down my dream. Write down exactly how I would plan for my life to turn out, if I were given the chance. After all, you can't go after what you want unless you know what it is, right? To start with, I'd like to graduate before I am 25 with a degree in theatre. Sometime, maybe before or maybe after I graduate, I'd like to mary my best friend. A man who shares my passions and convictions and with whom I could build a relationship founded on unconditional love and devotion. I guess you could call me a romantic, but why should a marriage be anything different? I'd want at least two children, twins, and at least one a girl. I'd keep them safe from every harm I could-including those this world does not see as harmful. There is this old theatre in Branson Missouri. At least, I think it's a theatre. From the front it looks just like a huge mansion, but from the back you can tell that it is so much more. I'd want to call it mine. To start a theatre

So I found a coppy of a short story that I wrote last year, and I have decided that I am going to re-write it because I don't exacly like how it ends. But I have decided to share it :) So, here is "blood or bond"   I sat cross legged on my bed, looking through my mom’s old cheer scrap-book, the day my dad came in to deliver the news that changed my life forever…for the second time. “Hey baby.” He said. “We need to talk.” I closed the book, thankful for a distraction. “What’s up dad?” “The trial’s over.” “What do you mean the trial is over? I check it every year, it hadn’t started yet!” I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. “It started about a month ago. After four years of investigation, the trial only took a month.” He sat down beside me, and shook his head. “When will we get to see her?” I asked excitedly. “Soon, very soon. I’ve been talking with the people who were protecting her, and they say we should move and get a new start in another state, as another way to

Last night I started writing. After about an hour, this is what I had. I think I like it!! Lol I was sitting at my vanity when she appeared in the mirror behind me. "You look beautiful." She whispered, a smile parting her lips. "You came." I looked up and smiled at her in the mirror. "Did you think I would miss helping you get ready for your prom?" She pulled a curler out of my hair and watched as the small curl fell to my shoulders. "I started to. You weren't around when I was picking out a dress." "You know I don't do department stores. I knew you would make a good choice." She continued removing the curlers and I started on my makeup. "Do you think he will like this?" I asked, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "If he doesn't, then he doesn't know what he's missing." "Ohh, I'm so nervous! Think he'll ask me tonight?" She laughed and put her arms around me. "Patience baby, pa