Zae Johnson
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Hi! I'm a young writer in the process of writing a trilogy. I write fiction, non-fiction, and stories loosely based on my life experiences. I write to entertain so I hope you enjoy all of my work!!!
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Don't Let Them In (Part 2)
(End of Part 1) Against my better judgment, I let Elijah in. He convinced me that he wasn't one of them, that he wasn't going to hurt me, that he was kind and trustworthy. Something about his demeanor pulled me in, my wariness settled down. I felt safe with him. I finally let myself go after being so cautious all these years. Never letting anybody in. I just hope that I won't regret this decision in the near future…
By Zae Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Why Am I Like This?
I don’t know what it is or why it happens, but once again I’m back to feeling lonely. Not lonely as in I don’t have my parents or my family, but lonely as in I don’t have someone who always understands, who will comfort me no matter what, who always longs for me. I want that, and I know I may not be in the best space for that right now but that doesn’t stop me from writing romance stories, creating what my heart aches to have even if it’s only on paper. I don’t know how long I can stay like this until it becomes too much. It’s just hard and I don’t know why I care so much. Maybe it’s just our instinct, what we crave as humans. But I hate it, with my whole being. I hate feeling sad for no reason and feeling like there’s a part of me missing because I haven’t met someone who will bend the rules for me, or walk me home, or just hold my hand. It’s almost embarrassing to admit that I feel like I need that person to be my best self, but maybe it's because they’re close by. Maybe I’m still not over Him. Maybe I’m just your average hopeless romantic who can’t function without a minimal amount of affection.
By Zae Johnson3 years ago in Poets
Dear, Mom...
May 3, 2022 Hey, Mom It's been a while. Well, actually I saw you three weeks ago, so maybe not that long. With Mother's Day around the corner I've been thinking about you a lot. Like what to write in your card or whether I should get you a necklace in gold, silver, or rose gold. But you know when I'm thinking so much about one thing to the point that I write a letter, it's never good.
By Zae Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
Love Is Blind
Turns out that it doesn't matter how much he means to you, he'll never feel the same way about you. You can love him to the ends of the Earth and he still won't follow you. It doesn't matter how many times you say 'I love you', he'll still never believe that you are telling the truth. You can go out on dates, hold hands, and kiss, it won't mean a thing to him. He can live in your head rent-free but he will still think about someone else as you watch him with endearing eyes. You could spend hours on the phone, staying up all night because you don't want to ever be away from him and it still won't matter because he doesn't care! All you could ever want is for him to care as much as you do, but all you can do is hope.
By Zae Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
Don't Let Them In (Part 1)
"Thud. Thud. Thud." I hear outside of my window at 7 am. "Who is doing construction outside of my apartment so early in the morning?" I ask myself. As I sit up, my body creaks almost as much as my 10-year-old bed. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and shiver as my bare feet land on my freezing cold hard-wood floor. I slowly make my way up and off my bed. It squeaks one last time as if it's calling out to me saying, "Come back, don't leave me." I struggle to ignore its cry, not wanting to be awake so early in the morning. My feet shuffle across the floor, aching to reach the soft and warm fur of my thick bunny slippers.
By Zae Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Beauty Is Only Skin Deep (Part 1)
It started off as something fun, a way to enhance beauty, a way to express your inner emotions, a different kind of art. Using eyeshadow and blush instead of watercolor and pastels. But now, it's a way to hide your true self from society, a way to shapeshift. It's become a weapon, and a powerful one at that. We're in Pennsylvania, it's the year 2055 and our world has been destroyed. By makeup.
By Zae Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Dancing In The Rain
It all happened suddenly. We were happy, life was great. Then what I knew and loved was gone in a blink of an eye. ~ He had picked me up from my house, where I lived with my parents. I hadn't expected to move out at 17 but I also didn't think I'd still be living with them. What can I say, I'm a hot mess. But that's why he loved me.
By Zae Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
