and katie writes

Hi, I'm Katie. I have like a bunch of other tumblrs--don't judge me. This blog is going to be home to a lot of creative writing and things that inspire it. Check out some of my writing.

[andkatiewrites]

i see why people regress

i see the comfort

the safety

the let’s go back to a simpler mind

a simpler time

a time that maybe did not quite know time

the safety of being cared for

of knowing

but not knowing

of loving but never holding on too

tightly

sink into simplicity

so

you

might

feel

whole

again

[disappearingfairytales]

[andkatiewrites]

Italicized writing are flashbacks.

Independence Day.

I kicked the small stone on the ground. I watched it ricochet off a crack in the asphalt that launched it in...

I wrote this during the summer. It's on my personal blog. Enjoy.

[andkatiewrites]

anthology

I did this for my Creative Writing class...we had to put together an anthology. It's basically a compilation of poems. I wish I could post it. I tied it together with ribbon and I titled it after my personal blog "Disappearing Fairytales" I loved the way it came together. It will probably be my favorite thing I have ever done/will do in college.

Here is the introduction I included in my anthology:

“Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room.

Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home— remember the footsteps, remember the words said. And all your little brother's favorite songs. I just realized everything I have is someday gonna’ be gone. So here I am in my new apartment— in a big city, they just dropped me off. It's so much colder than I thought it would be, so I tuck myself in and turn my night light on. Wish I'd never grown up, I wish I'd never grown up.”

 - Never Grow Up, Taylor Swift

 Fairytales disappear. After the story ends, you close the book and your life continues. Your story goes on after the happily ever after. As you grow up, that image of the world being full of happiness, fairy godmothers, princesses and make-believe soon fades. Childhood only happens once. It flies away before you have the chance to grab it, contain it and cherish it. There are days when you look at your toys and you try so hard to remember when they stopped being amusing. When exactly did childhood end? These poems are a compilation of fairytales and their disappearance.

            This anthology is a compilation of various poems that conjure up a specific memory. Whether it be from when I was four, or fourteen. Maybe some of the poems remind me of what I want life to be like someday. There are pieces of these poems that take me somewhere. Whether there’s a certain word, phrase, or title in a poem—it all has a meaning to me.

[andkatiewrites]

dreaming the nightmares away.

Your eyelids fluttered as you clutched the sheets between our forms. Your knuckles turned white, and your brow furrowed. Your lips were twisted in agony and confusion.

Tiny beads of sweat formed on your forehead. I wished them away.

I wanted them gone. I wanted your endless nights of torture to end.

You were lost in your mind. The one place you could never escape from.

Something bad, something I couldn’t protect you from.

I felt your heels dig into the mattress beside me.

Your breaths were deep, labored. You were running.

Away from what, I’ll never know.

I propped myself up to gain a better view of you.

I softly took my hand and placed it over yours.

Hoping to calm something, hoping to stop the monster from getting you.

Your hand relaxed. Your breathing returned to normal.

I smiled silently, your eyelids relaxed as well.

I fell back into the midnight comfort of sheets and pillows.

Your hand traveled on top of mine and closed. I saw a smile twitch at the corners of your lips.

You turned on your side, and wrapped your arms around me.

Chest to chest.

Our legs tangled together. It was all to perfect.

The nightmare was over. I stopped the nightmare.

Even if only for a moment.