CupcakeGirlieNerd

This was something I wrote for a Creative Writing prompt. The prompt was "Telling lies to tell the truth" (write a piece in which you tell an absolute lie that somehow is true to the way you feel.) So idk here ya go.    I couldn’t believe it. I refused to believe it. It was too much to process. ‘It’s not happening, it’s just a joke, He’ll change his mind any moment now, you’ll see’, I told myself. I looked back up hopefully into his eyes, hoping for a glimmer of the boy I had fallen for. But there was a wall, one he was putting up between me and him. I realized then, that I didn’t know him. No

Hey guys! I'm just going to use this journal to write down my thoughts on stuff and things I'm passionate about, and very once in a while I may post a poem or short fictional piece I wrote. :) So since I'm struggling with writing this fictional narrative for Creative Writing, I'm going to take a second to rant about it (hope you don't mind). In all of the English classes I've taken, I am usually one of the few people who actually likes to write. I am also a very detailed-oriented person, as you will probably see in future entries. My teachers always loved this about me, as most of the kids in my classes were struggling to use imagery at all

Do you know that feeling? The one you get when listening to an amazing song? You know how it just fills you up, and how it feels like it's a part of you? How the drum beats inside your heart, How the strums of guitar thrum at your fingertips, how the singer's voice wraps around your soul? You know how it feels like your world has been shaken, right down to it's roots, like nothing will ever be the same? You know how everything else fades away, and that song in your ear is the only thing that exists in that moment? How when the rest of the world is screaming at you, the beautiful melody envelopes you in warmth and whispers in your ear, "Shh,