A small drop in the middle of a writing storm!

With college graduation coming up in less than a month, most of my writing – actually ALL of my writing – has been confined to academic pursuits. However, I do have a small something to share! One of my final projects is a short, first-person, story. Here is the opening I’ve been working out. Enjoy!

When I was a little girl, the old familiar sounds of a mountain church choir would ring in my ears. Jesus loves me, this I know. My mamma taught me right from wrong and my daddy made sure I’d learned the lesson. By the time I was sixteen, driving around a beat-up 1970 Volkswagen Beetle, their rules condensed into a tidy sentence: Have fun and don’t come back dead, drunk, or pregnant. Until I ran smack into the real word, romantics defined my philosophies. I was the quintessential ribbons and bows little girl, then a starry-eyed and rose-colored glasses teenager. Reality smacked me, or I smacked it, not too long ago.

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  1. K. on December 6, 2011 at 4:59 pm

    I will always remember you as a starry-eyed romantic riding around in a beat-up 1970 Volkswagen Beetle. I hope you will always be able to hold on to a part of that idealistic and wonderful young woman.

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