To all of my adoring fans... the following is an idea of what my fiction looks like. This is a taste of my almost finished book "Letters To Austria" and when I say taste, I mean taste. I even changed the names. But I do think that you will enjoy it! I love it and I love you guys, so I am sharing... I hope you enjoy my summary entitled "The Hook"
He could leave without me saying something to him. She thought to herself as she looked over at him. She didn't know who he was or where he was from, something about him called out to her. She was so afraid to call out to him in fears that he would turn away or that she would stay something stupid.
He was so far from her; it was almost as if there was a bridge between their worlds that she just didn't know how to cross. She couldn't think of anything to say to him that would make him stop and want to get to know her. She wanted to get close enough to him to look deeply in his eyes so that she could learn of him.
As she was staring at him she smiled and then realized that he'd caught her staring. Silently she prayed that her heart was not written on her sleeve. She prayed that she didn't scare him; she hoped that she didn't look like a stalker. He was just so beautiful to her. Tall and well toned, like a finely chiseled and sculpted masterpiece out for display. She wanted him next to her, she wanted him to help her finish the story that she saw herself weaving in her mind. Yet she was afraid to talk to him, but also more afraid of him vanishing and never giving her a chance to know him, or of him getting to know her.
"Don't be shy Janeen." Her friend Maria teased pulling her out of her reverie. They stood away from the table where he sat with a friend and the usually bold and aggressive Janeen was now as quiet as a mouse. She couldn't stop looking at him, yet she was afraid that he would laugh at her if she approached him. "Plus if you want to only approach him out of a room of wall to wall cuties, there must be a reason. Let's go over."
"Girl, I don't know why I want to approach and to top it all off I just can't make my feet move." It was then that he looked her way again and something in his look called her to him. She realized then that he would not approach her, that she would have to go over and introduce herself. It was a liberated society; maybe she'd intrigue him in some way. She was here that night for this one purpose, to meet him and to give him a glimpse of who she was. And even if this was not the one she'd have for keeps, she'd always remember that night as the night she almost found the key to his heart.
"Hi!" she greeted coming over to his table just slightly behind her friend looking at him but trying not to give him her heart at once. She didn't know how she would get him to think or see her as being beautiful, but she knew that she was. She also knew that you could tell who someone was by the way they spoke and carried their self; she prayed silently that he wouldn't find her to be a fool, a pest or a bore.
And as the night progressed only God knows really what he thought of her, but she knew one thing, she'd found her way of opening up. She did not let him get away without a trace, she'd found her way of crossing the bridge. Maybe somehow he'd had as much fun with her as she had with him.
---->Most ladies understand what this feels like. It can be so nerve wracking to approach a cute guy. I hope that you enjoyed it and until later keep Song Of Solomon 8:4 in your Spirit.
The Diarist
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