The First Draft

I’ve always loved to write, but I haven’t always had the time. I have a few more story ideas to go along with Losing Grip, but for now they are just ideas. You can read them below!

Prince Charming Does Not Exist
Most girls my age are dawdling around aimlessly, waiting for their ‘Prince Charming’ to appear on his white horse and sweep them off their feet. I’m not one of them. It’s never been my thing to sit around and fantasize about some mythical prince, waiting around for him to rush into my life and change everything. I don’t want some unknown person to come sweep me off my feet, taking me who knows where to live happily ever after, and I do not like horses. Especially of the white variety. My friends tell me they’ll make a believer out of me yet. Unfortunately, I don’t think they’ll get the chance.

Royalty Among Thieves
He looked almost regal, like he was some kind of king or prince. His hair was black as midnight, and he had eyes to match. His skin was dark, you could tell he spent an unordinary amount of time in the sun. There was nothing but sunlight in this isolated patch of desert, but you’d still have to work very hard to get that even of a tan. He was covered head to toe in a long robe, and the only visible skin was his hands and his eyes. He pulled the cloth that covered his mouth down, and I could see he was smirking. The rest of the bandits parted for him like they were afraid of him, and I could see why. He was not the largest in the group by far, not the tallest nor the broadest. You could see it in the way he moved, and the way his clothes moved around him- just about every inch of him was muscle. I knew that this would be the fight of my life, and I had a bad feeling about the outcome. Something about him intrigued me though, and I knew that if I lived through this, or even better if I won, I was going to have an incredibly hard time watching him walk out of my camp. I drew my sword and dagger and turned to face him, watching carefully to anticipate what he would do next. We circled each other, looking for weak points, and then, he lunged.

The Day the World Ended
My name is Elanor. I am 13 years old, and I live in San Diego California. It is April 29, the day before my 14th birthday. I wake up at 8:00, excited about planning my big party for tomorrow. I have a sinking feeling though, like some big event is looming over me. It’s like a tidal wave, just about to come crashing down. I have the strange feeling that it has to do with whatever I dreamed about, but no matter how hard I try to remember, all I get is black….