Andrew Sprott
Bio
I am a writer. I never really liked writing in high school, but once I began journaling, my love for writing really became something. I’ve been journaling for four years now and have written a full fiction based of reality book.
Stories (3/0)
Progress Vs. Culture
Two Different Countries. Two Different Worlds. Two Different Lifestyles. The world is filled with many different countries. They all have their own ways of life. Each is individual in it’s own way. There may be times when certain traits overlap, but there will always be some core differences between them. Whether it be the people, landscape, weather, jobs, foods, or traditions. They are all unique. The country to which I am going to be writing about currently though, is Honduras. I’m going to be showing the differences between one of the most popular countries and a country which has a bad rap of being extremely dangerous. America Vs. Honduras.
By Andrew Sprott4 years ago in Wander
The Text
I walk into my home, with a nervous feeling in my gut. Making my way to my room thoughts overwhelm my mind. I sit down at my desk and take out my phone. I stare at it for a little while try to process what I'm am doing. I open messages and click new message. My fingers are trembling as i begin to type in her name. I type the first two letters and her name pops up with a broken heart next to it. I click her name. Then i start my message. "hey". As my thumb hover's above the send button everything in me is frightened. I run through my head a hunred times, "Should i do it?". Finally, i close my eyey and *click. Message sent. I turn off my phone, set it down on my desk, and pray that i didn't just make the worst mistake of my life. Before i had any time to think, *ding, "Hi". My eyes explode out of my head as i swiftly grab my phone and stare at the message. I see her typing. "What's up?" I'm quickly come up with a responce. "Nothing much. I was wondeirng if you were busy tonight?" I click send with not a signle second thought. I put my phone back on my desk and stare at it. All of my em otions are active at once. Joy, happiness, fear, dread, worry. One minute goes by. Five minutes goes by. Ten minutes goes by. Twenty minutes goes by. Everything seems to be falling apart in my mind. "Did I do something wrong? Should i have said something more casual? Did i just fail my mission?" My mind flood's with diffrent opptions i could have done, when all of a sudden; *Ding! I look down, my face pale as snow. The message read's, "Wake Up..."
By Andrew Sprott4 years ago in Poets
Premonitions of the Future
I walked into the building and went to front to turn on the computers. I turned back and three feet in front me was her. Everything and everyone else around me faded out of my mind. I looked at her, with a trembling feeling. She looked at me and smiled as a tear fell from her eye. It was a happy tear, a tear of joy. She say to me, “Meet me at the fire pit behind your house in five minutes.” I looked at her with a shocked and concerned look. She runs off. I run to the fire pit, thinking and wondering if I was wasting my time. If this was just a trap my mind was creating to torment me. As I arrived, I looked up and she was there, standing, looking at the fire pit. I stop and stare at her, not knowing whether or not she was real. She turns and see’s I am here. She runs to me and embraces me. My heart drops and I begin to weep. It was as if this moment in time was a moment that would stand still forever. She looks at me and says, “I am so sorry.” I say with tears in my eyes and trembling voice, “It’s okay, I understand.” She looks at me with smile and tears in her eyes. She wipes my tears away and says, “It’s time to move on, because even though this is a beautiful moment in time, you and I both know…this is all in your head.”
By Andrew Sprott5 years ago in Poets
