Jenny Fikke

I write because I love it.

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To see a dream come together is an amazing experience, well worth all the hard work it takes to acheave it.

Jenny Fikke

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To write is to paint with Words. 

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One thing I have learned from Reading books is that there are no perfect books out there in the book universe. All books have flaws, sometimes in the story, sometimes in characters or the World of the story. There is allways things that could be better, it doesn’t matter, flaws are Beautiful too. 

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The invitation

He flirts with me all night and it makes me feel wanted and beautiful for the first time in a long time.

To be seen and flirted with by this handsome man.

it gives me hope.

Maybe he likes me …

Maybe I am worthy in his eyes.

”Pling” another message on my phone

He does like me!

“Would you like to have dinner with me” it sais

“Yes.” I reply, 

Yes! I am thinking, he is so handsome, it will be so much fun! I can´t wait!

My cheeks are burning and my smile is wide.

Days pass … weeks.

And nothing happens.

Another message, ”What are you doing today?”

”Nothing.” I write,  waiting for him to say something, do something.

What happened to that dinner he dangled infront of my nose?

”And you?” I ask.

But he has no intentions of going out with me.

He just wanted to get me all exited so he could let me down.

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Writing is to transfer your thoughts to others

Jenny Fikke

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I wish I could film my book the way I see it in my head

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We rode over wildflower feelds, we moved so fast it all meshed together.

Jenny Fikke

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Once upon a time in a hidden magical kingdom lived Three small princes.

Jenny Fikke

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The one you become

Silence 

The silence float around me

No one can hear

And no one can see

No one will know how I feel

It´s better that way

Sometimes I think  of how I can get on with my life

How to let someone in 

Inside my walls

And Inside my shell

In to my soul

When energies of the world surrounds me

Between sky and sea

And an eagle soars above me and the soft winds caresses me

Then I am home

When only silence comforts me

We are all alone

Our lonely souls cirkling in passing  

around and to eachother

And from each other

I never protected my heart

Until it was too late

Our inner self forever changed

Suspicious and withdrawn

Someone no longer able to love another 

Someone who doesn´t want to be loved anymore

When the only one you can trust 

Is. Yourself

- Jenny Fikke