Moonlight & Metaphors

To the first three that read this one. "Best Friends?" "Always." ____________________________________________________________________________ Ivy by Nicole Lambe The wind in her hair was invigorating. It made her feel alive again. “Julian, you have to be kidding me.” “Get in the car,” he stated sternly. “I refuse.” “Get in the car, dammit. I will get out and drag you in here. You have been moping way too long. Lets go.” Ivy got into his car without another word. The streetlights were shining into the car as she watched him drive. She started noticing little things about him; the way his hair curled, the softness of his lips and the glimmer in his eyes even despite dim light. In that moment she saw just how incredibly beautiful he was. Her best friend was not just some boy, but he was quite remarkable in ways she never allowed her eyes to discover. Amongst her, as the street blew past them outside, was the one of few pe...

Forewords from the Author: It took me quite some time to come up with the words to write a short story. Like the quote at the beginning of my blog, writing is bleeding. Like any good writer I try to write what I know, diving into former experiences and emotions in order to bring forth a story of some sort. So basically, these words took a lot out of me. That being said this is only one of my first few attempts at a story, four in the morning tears and tea by my side. Writing truly is bleeding. It's kind of short but here it is.                                                                                                                                   ...