Snippets from Books I'll Most Likely Never Write

         

        
           I have this horrible habit…

           I get these tiny inspiration moments and I think up little scenes and snippets that are so beautiful and perfect (in my mind, anyway), the problem with this? Well, I haven't thought up a book to go with these snippets, I haven't even thought of a plot.

          Honestly, I probably could fill a whole book with random snippets from my head and notebooks! But here are just a few of them, because, why not? Maybe it will inspire one of y’all!

         “But why? Why does she do so much for me, even though we've never met?” she asked, staring at the elderly gentleman.

        “Someone once told me that the saddest people are the kindest most helpful people you'll ever meet.” he answered softly.

        She felt a rush of confusion, his answer didn't solve any of the mystery of the old beggar woman. “Why?” she squeaked.

        The gentleman smiled, leaning forward slightly, “because sad people know how it feels to feel worthless.”

           He sighed, leaning against the graffiti covered wall. The streets were silent past midnight, all he could hear was the thud of his own heartbeat and the deafening sound of nothing. Before today he had felt all kinds of emotions, sadness, anger, hate, remorse. But now he felt simply numb, and he knew deep down that this was way more dangerous.

         “You're strong, you can do this.” her father had told her, right before he stepped into his car and drove out of her life.

           Now, at age seventeen, Kendall sat staring out of the cracked window, remembering her father's last words. “Yeah, sure, dad.” she whispered bitterly, watching the snow fall onto the dirty sidewalk. “If I'm so strong, why do I always end up crying? Even back then there was something wrong, and even back then, I was good at lying.”

  

    

       He stood a few feet away, staring at the gravestone, of the woman who should have been his mother.

      “I wonder what it would sound like for you to say that you love me,” he murmured, letting the single rose he was holding slip from his grasp, it landed softly on the weed covered ground. “But of course, I'll never know.”

       “This life is full of broken things,” he said, smiling.

         She laughed, dipping her paint brush into the black paint, and throwing the brush at her painting of the old man. “Broken things, and paint splatterings.”

         “Sounds almost poetic.”



          *Looks up and realizes how depressing half of the snippets were* I guess ever book needs a breaking point for their characters, right?
          Anyways, I had a blast writing this post, so if y'all want a part two, maybe I can do happy snippets or something? Just a thought.

EDIT: Part two of this post is now up! Read it HERE.

 So, were they any good? I can't tell anymore...

Did you have a favorite?

And should I do a part two??

Happy Writing,