Here is something a little different... I have ideas for a few books I would like to write, each a little different from the others. One is a reflection on the Christian college experience, and the title of the book ("30,000 Well Spent") is taken from the title of a poem I wrote during my first semester at college (you can find it somewhere on this blog). Here is an idea for the start of this hypothetical book, introducing the first time I stepped foot on campus. For this book concept I will hopefully keep writing ideas on here, whilest I keep you in the dark on other book ideas... because, lets be honest, they may never happen and thats just embarrassing if I talk up all these ideas and never actually do any of them. Enjoy.
Her eyes were a green labyrinth I was utterly prepared to be lost in. Her brown hair danced delicately in the Chicago summer wind. Her smile inspired my back to straighten proudly despite the two fifty pound bags I dragged behind me. This was it, my first moment on campus and I met the woman of my dreams, the girl who's voice could calm the chaos stirring in my soul.
Fortunately my parents were kind enough to lag behind as I made my entrance onto campus and into the consciousness of my new love. They wanted to share with me this monumental moment of walking onto campus for the first time, but they gave me space to get some barring on my new surroundings. They were not going to get in my way during my great moment of truth: the first words I would utter to my dream girl.
Not sure what to say I opened my mouth all the same, trusting on God's grace and my own instinct to guild me in the most important conversation of my short life. Words began to press themselves over my tongue making their way over my lips when suddenly my green eyed angel spoke.
"Hi." Music to rival the holy choir.
"Hey." I cleverly retorted, hoping that in one small word my California coolness would dazzle this quaint Midwesterner.
"Can you sing?" This chick is forward! We've only known each other for a few seconds and already she is enquiring about the deeper parts of my soul. She must be a poet. Can I sing?... Can I sing?!...
"No. I'm not much of a singer." If she is not impressed by my humility then she is not the woman I fell in love with.
"Come on, you can sing a little." She sees in me more potential than I even see in myself. She will be my muse.
"Trust me; the whole world is better off if no one has to hear me sing." In that last word finality invaded our endless love. Her vacuous green eyes became stone black. Her soul receded, refusing to bear itself any longer to this musical Neanderthal. I looked to my right to see where my lost love came from. The table read "choir" in bold letters. She was a recruiter. Her eyes swore she loved me but they were filled with empty flattery and lies.
We never spoke again.
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THAT WAS AMAZING. I just about died laughing. My roommmate likes it too. :)
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