shannon k carlson
Stories (1/0)
By the pond
My name is Amalia. I always thought I was destined for more than what my father had planned for me. I suppose that’s why he never wanted me to read fairytales. I always fell too deep into the stories. I would spend all my days in the library if I could. I would lose myself amongst the words of better men and women. The stories of forbidden love were always my favorite. They made me want an epic romance of my own. They made me feel in ways that my father and siblings never could. I suppose that’s where all the trouble started. I met a boy. His name doesn’t really matter anymore. He was just a blip in my life. I wish it had been more. When I was 15, I met a boy that was more handsome than any I had ever seen in my sheltered, small-town life. His skin was warm toned, and his eyes were bright. I knew the moment I saw him that he would either be my epic romance or great adventure. It didn’t really matter to me at the time which one it was.
By shannon k carlson3 years ago in Fiction