My Writing Sample For Independent Publishing

So, my best friend sent me a link to a little site called: http://www.independent-publishing.com/. And it is pretty dang cool. You can write about virtually any topic under the sun, and if you’re good at it, you can get paid for it! Told you it was pretty awesome, eh? I advise you to check it out A.S.A.P. But be warned, you DO have to write a entry essay to have your skills evaluated. No more than 150 words! No less than 100! Sad day… I tend to be very descriptive, so that’s hard for me. But this is what I wrote for MY entry essay:

“When I walk into a classroom, I see a pool of useless information on the floor. The information that has flown over the heads of students, or simply the information that's they have foolishly discarded onto the floor. The things that they don't want to learn, or are too busy with doodling flowers or graffiti letters on their notebooks to actually pay attention to take notes.

I fail to understand the thought process of these students, perhaps because I was born an old soul. These young people seem only to think about what’s happening to celebrities, the next party they are to attend, who they are dating, and what their social standing is. Their thought process only extends beyond next week.

To these young people who haven't a care in the world, let me tell you something. The future is a scary place. It's best to be prepared for it and know that it can and will eat you alive.”

Hmm? Like? Let me know!

Turning Tables

“So I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me.
I cant give you the heart you think you gave me,
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables.
To turning tables.”
-- Adele


Remember those walls I was talking about? As of now, they are stronger than ever. There isn’t a big event that caused them to be reinforced. I just felt like maybe, as time went by, they were dilapidating a tad bit.

What are with these walls? Geeze!

I hate them. I really do. But I’m so…scared. Scared to take them down. Scared of what might happen if I allow myself to love ANYONE. Scared of what might happen to my future if I do. Scared of what might happen to who I identify as myself as.

I just can’t seem to overcome that fear. In complete and utter sincerity, I haven’t the foggiest who I am without it. What I might become.

And I couldn’t stand myself if I became one of those co-dependent women that have to have a man to feel complete. I would go mad.

But don’t misunderstand me, I have nothing against women (or men) like that. I just don’t ever want to join rank with them. Because I know what I am, who I am, and what I plan to be. A man would only get in the way of the things that I want and cripple me as a very outspoken, independent individual.

On the other hand…A man might help me along my journey -- what am I saying? That’s crazy talk!

Women do not need a significant other to make or break them. All they need is the knowledge of self reliance, and we strong and empowered women can accomplish more than anyone ever believed we could.


 ~Elle est Toujours Sans Amour~

Haven't Met You Yet

“And somehow I know that it'll all turn out,
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, I give so much more than I get,
I just haven't met you yet.”
-- Michael Buble'


Isn’t it funny how no matter what, life goes on? How people move on, whether you want them to or not. Sometimes you grow out of them, or they grow out of you. Sure, you still have the memories. But when you grow old and you memory starts to elude you, the memories do as well. that’s when you start to really miss those you outgrew and vise versa. And sometime you sit and ponder them. Do they miss you as much as you miss them? Did they even realize when you started drifting apart? And, if the previous is true, did they care or try to stop it? I suppose it was a matter of time. Long-distance relationships (no matter the nature) is doomed.

And then...there are the people you've yet to meet. The strangers that have yet to even become aware of each others existence, even thought they are fated to become best friends, soul mates, or just each others one night lover.  An intricate web is woven, and is still being weaved. It all depends on the choices we make.

 ~Elle est Toujours Sans Amour~

Love Like Woe

“Loved so strong, then you moved on,
Now I'm hung up in suspense.
Because you're bringing me in,
And then you're kicking me out again.”

-- The Ready Set

I never write of love. Possibly because I rarely ever feel love. Or, I suppose the best terms for that are more along the lines of “I never allow myself to feel love, or let anyone love me because I am petrified of being hurt.” Yes, that seems more like it.
But now I choose to write of love. Love lost, love found, love lost again. You see, I don’t believe people under the age of 30 even know what true love is, so my philosophy is, how can teenagers fall in love?

Let us take my best friend for example. She always claims to be in love. In my humble opinion, what she feels is either lust, or someone that can save her from herself. How do I come about these conclusions? Because the guys she “loves” almost always treat her like a side of meat. But lately, there has been an exception. A boy who treats her right, and doesn’t take advantage of her. To be honest, he’s the best thing that could ever happen to her. Now, she has someone who, for once, needs her just as much as she needs him.

This had gotten me to thinking. If my best friend can find love, why can’t I? Perhaps, if I were to let my guard down, love will find me as I find love. So, foolishly I took my guard down. Just for a few days.

My God, I’m stupid.

How? Because my heart is still lying on the floor next to me. Utterly crushed, might I add.

So, this is why I write not of love. I write of sorrow and despair.

~Elle est toujours sans amour~

You Found Me

“Lost and insecure,
You found me, you found me.
Lying on the floor,
Surrounded, surrounded.
Why’d you have to wait,
To find me, to find me?”



-- The Fray

The game of chess is more than just a game. It’s a representation of light against darkness, white against black, good against evil. Just as it is in real life, there are ways you can save yourself, tricks you can use to baffle your opponent. But unlike reality, there is no big consequence for loosing. No right or wrong side to chose. In reality, there is always corollary. In turn, there is always a reason for choosing a particular side. A particular belief, a past, the opinion of others, etc. Often enough, by the time they make a choice, it’s too late. People can search their entire lives for something that isn’t even there. Seeking a way to breach the terms of the eternal damnation.


~Elle est toujours sans amour~