Rebecca Hill's Writings
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Poem
Oct.23.2010
He spoke to my heart, seeing deep within my soul,
He taught me of life and made me feel whole.
He allowed me to love, my heart he stole,
I miss him still.
His smile was gentle, his laugh sublime,
His eyes spoke of truth, time after time.
His kisses held promise as his hands held mine,
I miss him still
The autumn wind and chilling rains came,
He...
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Short Story
Sep.14.2010
He entered the dark, smoke-filled room, cautiously. Not wanting to bring attention to himself, he ordered a drink from the angry looking bartender with the suspicious black eyes. He downed the contents in one swallow, feeling the burning sensation course down his throat, before coming to rest like a hot pool in his gut. Placing the empty glass on the bar, he...
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Poem
Sep.08.2010
Like a wounded bird, she found her way to him. Nurturing and caring, he gave all he had to give. He prayed to a god that she would live. But she would never be his.
He mended her wings; and taught her to sing. He showed her the joys that life could bring. He would give his soul to be her everything. But she would never be his.
Slowly the wounds began...
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Short Story
Sep.06.2010
Have you ever been so certain of something, as a child, that you knew it would be a part of your life permanently? For me, it was Christopher, my best friend. When I was ten, he and his grandmother moved in next door; and from the first day we met, we were inseparable. But it was when we discovered we had the same birthday, and were even born the same year...
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Poem
Sep.04.2010
Cooler mornings, windy days
Hello, it's Autumn calling.
Pumpkin spice, apple pie,
Hello, it's Autumn calling.
People cheering, coaches screaming,
Football all around,
School in session, learn those lessons,
Hello, it's Autumn calling.
Holiday feasts, trick or treats,
Children dressed to scare,
Memories made, shorter days,
Hello, it's Autumn calling.
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About Rebecca
I've had stories running through my head since I was a child. I tried drawing them as they came to me, but alas, I am no artist; so I leave the visual art to my talented mother and attempt to create literary art instead. Telling stories is like weaving an...
Connections
Rebecca’s Favorite Books
To Kill A Mockingbird-Harper Lee
The Dark Tower Series-Stephen King
Pride and Prejudice-Jane Austen
Beauty: A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast-Robin McKinley
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