Forbidden Love

Photo by Vickie Treadway


This is an excerpt from a story I'm working on.

One of my characters faces the reality that she is in love...


What I feel is more than anything I have ever felt before. It is difficult to explain other than I'm flying high with the possibilities of being loved by the same man who I have unwittingly given my heart too. Then within minutes I'm experiencing a crushing low as my insecurities try to drown the very buds that are trying to bloom. I keep asking myself if I am deserving of love. Then as I look deep into myself and ask with complete honesty what is really in my heart ..., is it possible for you to love me as I love you?

I hold close to my heart the the very first memories I have of when our eyes first met and interest sparked between us. Unbeknown to me at the time, this was the defining moment I had been waiting for my whole life. From that time on, I've compared everyone to you and of course they fall short. The friendship that bloomed between us has meant more to me than anything I've had in a long time, so keeping the secret that my heart is really yours is something I must do.

I torture myself being friends with you, keeping the hope alive that one day it will be me you see. I welcome the smiles we share because they make my heart race with excitement and anticipation, just like when our hands brush together with innocence. With each day that passes, I'm more aware of you as a man and each time I see you causes my heart to skip and my stomach to flutter. My heart wants to know if you are aware of me as a woman in love. I hold tight the memories of fleeting innocent kisses, just a brush of the lips between friends when we part or say hello that always leaves me with the desire to kiss you more and for you to kiss me in return. I keep asking the great void if a man can sense when a woman is in love with him?

We've known each other for years, so our friendship means the world to me and I don't ever want to jeopardized what we have. So ... as I take my leave on the bus that takes me away from you, I wave goodbye through rain drops that have settled on the window obscuring my view of you. You smile, you wave one last time and turn away leaving me with only the memories of you. I brush away a tear that falls, telling myself with finality that maybe the truth of the matter is, I love you for the very reasons I know I can't have you.

Still, I wonder if the purpose of our paths crossing to begin with, was really to help me realize that I could feel this way about another human being, and that love is on the horizon, or maybe it is just a matter of time that someday, somehow, someway we will have a chance at love.

It's A Crime

I finally finished my short story, it is about 8566 words.

Someday I hope to get it published. :-)

I don't have a title yet, but for the time being I'm calling it, "It's A Crime"


~Synopsis~

It wasn’t enough that Christy was grieving the loss of her foster sister Patty, who was also her best friend and roommate. Patty’s murderer had stalked both of them and had also threatened to kill her as well. This left her feeling scared and vulnerable, because he had told her it was just a matter of time. Christy made the decision to go to Tennessee to stay at her friend Veronica and Jason’s home until she could figure out what she was going to do while the killer was on the loose. Feelings of being watched left her feeling paranoid thinking that Patty’s killer was somehow going to find her. When she was attacked the new set of events compounded her problems, but in the middle of it all she found love. This short story is a fun, unpredictable story of a woman who overcomes difficult circumstances and has a chance to move on with her life with new friends who pull together when the going gets tough.

If you like romance, you will like this fun contemporary piece. Caitlyn is confused and hurting about what life has tossed her. Struggling with inner demons and feeling very sad about having to give her beloved dog Pugsley away, her day gets worse as outside forces seem to work against her when she is stranded in the middle of Wyoming. An unexpected series of events begins when an accident happens right in front of her. True heroism, mixed with the kindness of a truck driver named Ben shows Caitlyn a gentler side of life when he steps up to help her out.

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How It All Begins

As a writer I put a lot of what I think, feel, see and believe into my writing. I watch people, listen to what they say and open my mind to the possibilities.

When I walk in the woods and breath deep taking in the scent of pine needles, or when I climb a ladder into an attic filled with dust that makes me sneeze. I smile knowing these are just a couple of experiences that I am filing away in the recesses of my mind until one day they are pulled out and used in a story.

There are times that something will cause me to feel fear, anger and sadness. I think about how I react to those and try to understand why it effected me so much. What a character feels and why they feel it will totally make the reader relate and want to continue to read on.

When love warms my heart with a simple touch from someone I care about, or am given a look that only the two of us share, I think about how lucky I am to be feeling the way I do and want to express it in stories through my characters.

Every experience I go through as I live life gives me fuel for thought when I create plots, characters and settings, all of these things can be used in settings such as my own back yard, or it can take place in some far off land in my imagination.

Words float around in my mind continuously forming characters, plots and places. Until one day it all comes together and suddenly my muse is urging me, forcing me to write everything down. The muse doesn't care if it is night or day, or if I have to get up early for work. All that matters is that the words get written down and in doing so the story takes on a life of its own.

At the end when last word is typed, I smile in satisfaction seeing a story of my creation written down.

Now for the editing ...

Editing ... well, that is a another story.

Working on a short story and getting to know the characters.

I've been trying to work on a short story between working and family things. I have the plot done, I'm just filling in the detail and I'm learning about my characters. I've got the basics down for them as well, but now I must get to know my characters in detail. I find when I do that that the story takes on a whole new meaning and it begins to take me on a whole new journey, because my characters do things, say things and think things based on their history and the things they have experienced.

This is one of the reasons I love writing fiction. There are no boundaries.

The Hero

The hero in my story is Jason Warner. He is 27 years old, was in the army, but got out after his tour was over and now resides with his sister in a small town in the south somewhere. I'm thinking Georgia or Florida somewhere. He is a protector of the people he loves and will always go out on a limb when needed.

Not much to go on yet, but at least it is a start.