nanowrimo isn't going well because there's too much going on.
so i'm going to practice writing.
StrawberriesMy name is Louis Alexander, and I hate strawberries.Strawberries by Haganechibi
They're bitter or sour, even if you soak them in sugar or dip them in cream. And they're strange. The seeds stick out like freckles, and the nurses always bug me.
"Louis-Alexander-you-didn't-eat-your-strawberries," they cry, all in one breath like they're scared they'll catch my cancer.
In another breath, my mother cries, "Louis-Alexander-I-thought-you-liked-strawberries-why-won't-you-eat-them?" and I wonder if this woman is really my mother if she can't tell me and my brother apart. And Andy saves my by gulping them down whenever the nurses and Mom turn their backs. He fills his cheeks like a chipmunk, and then he sits on my bed and grins at me with his bulging cheeks and bits of red on his teeth.
I hope I'll remember Andy when I'm gone. I hope he remembers me. I home he isn't sad when I die.
I know it's coming. Mom and the doctors discuss it, and then Dad and Stephanie come to visit and they talk to the doctors about it. Andy and I
Just Not That Guyi'd like to be able to tell you thatJust Not That Guy by royalocean
i think you're absolutely gorgeous
or that when you talk it gives me chills
that when i see you my stomach
becomes a host for all sorts of fluttering
critters all eager to escape by any means
that when you wave at me
it sends goose bumps down
my spine that then circle my
my entire body and leaves me
dying for more
and they told me i was crazy for
trying this hard just for a girl
but what they don't understand
is that you're absolutely worth it
i wish i could hold your hand when we
walk together, as i some times see you
hinting to when you brush your fingers
against my palm, or the way you walk
real close to me everywhere we go
but darling, i'm just not that guy
i've made mistakes