The sky was the color of the ice cream she held in her hand. The sun was beating down on her head of brown hair, and to move almost likened swimming. The humidity was thick, her tread was weary. The dessert melted over the edge of the cone, freckling her pale skin with blue. This, she thought, is what summer really is. Not cheerful picnics and boat rides, but sticky skin and hands to match, sweaty underarms, scabs that take forever to heal. Her hand graced the back of her neck as she pulled her wild mane into a frantic bun. It was a slight improvement.

Your birthday's in October
You only speak the truth
You're funny and you're sweet
And I really do love you

Your eyes are bright and sparkly
You're a shopping partner too
You make me laugh so easily
Have I said that I love you?

Whenever you are scared
Just know I'm next to you
And we'll be scared together
(I'll probably whisper 'I love you')

You make the best pancakes
You love the colour blue
You're a wonderful best buddy
Have you guessed that I love you?

A partly fictional re-telling of my ballet experience. This is "A Developing Passion" taken to the next level. Please critique and comment! God bless you. Megan

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The curtain wings enveloped her, smothering her guilt. “The Lord's Day is a day of rest to glorify God,” the pastor's words in the morning sermon echoed in Ernesha's mind. Of all the days someone could preach about the keeping the Sabbath holy! If Jesus came back right now…Ernesha gulped.

I love you and it's killing me
Waltz right in so easily
I love you and it's breaking me
But do I go or do I leave?

I don't want to be another
Name on the wall
But I don't want to be standing there
Watching you fall

Do I go with you, but
Leave everything behind?
Or do I stay and live
With regret on my mind?

I'll just sit out another night
Watching the stars go by
I wonder if you think of me
Or if you even want to try

The first time Jesse Lee came to our house, he had just moved into town and bought a piece of land. He wanted to know if my father would be willing to help out with building a house for him. When I answered the door and looked up at him, I had taken a step back nervously. He was tall and sturdy, with a little bit of a stomach hanging over his belt. His hair was thin and black with grey streaks in it. He had sideburns that came halfway down his jaw and stopped. He was towering over me, but then most people did. I later learned that he was over six feet tall.

I usually go hunting in the woods. I run through the white-picket fence that is in my backyard. I have my pure wooden bow in my right hand. It is made I out of red oak tree.
I wear black rubber boots just in case there is a thunderstorm and black and brown colors for camouflage. Birds chirp and salmon jump in and out of the clear, blue water, trying to swim upstream. I finally spot a red squirrel, but it quickly runs up a tree. I grunt, throw the bow over my shoulder, and start climbing the huge tree.

1. I want to die on a beach
I want to die on a beach
Alone, the rain will pelt my smile
The tide engulfing my outstretched arms
The sand will wrap me up like a cocoon
When the lightning strikes, I will remember my life as it once was
The ocean will take my body and I will swim amongst the whales.

A/N:
I decided to try something a little different today, a little bit of horror.
Before you say anything, I know what you are thinking. 'You scumbag! You promised us four chapters a month for AIH! This better not be another hiatus!'
It's not, okay? Calm down. I just felt a little strange today and wanted to try writing some dark horror stuff. Can we move on?
Anyway, here it is! Leave a comment if you were too creeped out by my imagination or if you enjoyed it or wanted more! And criticism is always appreciated!
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Once upon a time there was a young woman who was very deeply in love with a handsome prince. But, little known to her he was a coward and would not for anything be made to do any brave or wonderful acts. When the young woman, who's name was Felina, was captured by a giant, she wrote a letter, begging her love to save her. He never came, instead he ran to his father and begged him to send an army to rescue her. His father, the king, said that he could not spare any and would have to rescue her himself. But the prince was afraid and locked himself In his room for a week.

A/N: A small snippet of my new story, hope you enjoy.

---It's not the incessant drops of rain, or the sharp stone jutting into my back that wakes me up, but the incessant sharp voice in my ear.

“Katie... Katie... Katieeee...”

The fog of sleep slips away as I feel my body being shaken back and forth, in a rocking motion, which would have been nice if it weren't for the rock which digs deeper and deeper every movement.

“Wake up, Katie, wake up.”