Not another aspiring writer's blog!

We loved you so much. We still do, we love you so much, it hurts our hearts. We love you so much, none of us can live without a soul like yours in our house. The only thing that kept me sane at night was you. When I had no one to lean on, it was you who gave me strength for eight years. The eight years that were full of change, full of horror, full of growth, full of awe, full of life. I tried not to tell anyone how hurt I am ever since you are gone, but ever since you are gone, so is a part of me. I know I can never possibly replace that part, but I can have someone try to carry on doing what you did to me and giving me love as unconditional as yours. I can have someone help me overcome the whole that you left in my heart. I can have someone to fill the emptiness and bring back the real me, the me I was with you, can't I? Because if I can't, send me a sign and I'll call it off immediately, I'll tell them we can't do that to you. I just wish you were back

Hey... So umm... I'll just get to the point right away. I just came home from a 2 week long vacation to find out you passed away last week and it's just kind of breaking my heart. I knew it, at least I thought I did, that when I said goodbye before I left, well, that that could be the last time. I just didn't want it to be true so it didn't feel true. I thought I'd come in the door and you'd be jumping right at me and that we'd be reunited and happy. Actually, I didn't think so. But I hoped. So I came in the door and I waited and waited, but nothing, but no one came to me, no one was so amazingly happy to see me, no one waived their tail at me to show me how much they'd missed me and how happy they were that I was back. None of that happened, for the first time in what feels like forever. Well, since there's no chance to do this in person anymore, I hope I can somehow reach you with my thoughts. I know that you're better now, free of pai

"Oh. My. Gosh. What's up with you and ******? I saw you guys on saturday and you were soooo cute. How he kept going everywhere you did. And all those pictures you took? He definitely wanted to keep those for longer. It was a wedding and all his family was there, so you know he wanted them to see you, don't you? Awwe and when he asked you to dance, he was so into it! Oh, what am I saying, he was into you ! The way he spun you there on the dancefloor, I was melting, weren't you? I almost died when I heard him say you'll get anything you want from him. And the way he looked at you..." "Oh shut up", I tell my heart. "You and I both know that it's nothing. It never has been, never will be." But it didn't stop and it probably wouldn't for a while, anyway.

Es war einmal, nich allzu lange her, da saß ein Mädchen, gut 15 Jahre alt, mit Stift unsd Papier an einem Brunnen und dachte nach. Sie dachte und dachte, und als sie da so saß, da sprudelten die Gedanken wie aus einem Brunnen aus den Tiefen ihres Bewusstseins heraus. Das Mädchen ließ ihre Gedanken um ferne Orte und fremde Melodien ziehen, und ließ sich dadurch unbemerkt von ihrer Arbeit ablenken. Bevor sie sich versah, verspürte sie einen tiefen Stich in ihrem Herzen, der höllisch schmerzte. Um die Wunde zu säubern beugte sie sich über den Brunnen. Das Wasser jedoch stand niedrig an diesem Tage, und so bückte sich das Mädchen noch tiefer in den Brunnen, so weit, dass ihr das Herz in in den Abgrund hineinfiel. Ohne groß zu überlegen sprang sie hinterher, fest entschlossen, ihr Herz unten wieder zu finden. Das Mädchen fiel und fiel, bis es dumpf auf einer Wiese ankam. Sie schaute sich um und alles war so anders. Die Berge waren fort und wohin man sah fand man Wiesen und Kornfelder. Sie

Oh, my happy place. Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a young girl, merely 15 years old. She lived on the countryside of a long-forgotten land with her mother, her father and her sister. She had a life, which no one could complain about. She had friends, she had a family and she even did good in school. Yet she felt like that was not enough. There had to be more .   The days went on and on, never seeming to change their faces. One morning she woke up, sat up in her bed and a thought dropped into her head. There must be more. That day she sent out a letter to an address she’d never heard of, eager to know who lived there and who she would get an answer from. Some weeks later she finally held it in her hand, the answer to where the more she needed lay. She packed the few things she had into a bag and threw it over her shoulder, briefly kissed her mother and father goodbye and hugged her sister, wishing her well for the future. She left the house. It was that momen

First Things first, I'm probably more of a realist than I'd like to be. Another way to start this would be to say "Hi, my Name is Denise, I'm 17 years old (as of now), and, so sublty stated in the title of this blog, trying to become a writer, one day, eventually. I am one of those kids who actually spends her freetime reading and writing. For fun. Yes, people like me still exist. But that would be too easy. Anyway, to get a little closer to the point, I would like to introduce myself to you a little bit more. As you know, I'm 17, but I have found my love to language way back when I was six or seven and my father forced me to read my first book. Three hours into the book I was completely drawn into the world of reading and from then on I knew I wanted to become a writer. I even wrote little books for my elementary school teacher (She never gave them back to me. I wonder what happened to them.). Through all the years, my love for the German language had never