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My name is Rebekah Roberts and I am a writer. I guess I should start with something witty, a joke, or a wise word that will pull you in as a reader and make you want to read my page...I could do that or I could just let my writing do the talking. So here is a tiny piece of my work. I hope it will make you want more, because BELIEVE me...there is so much more to come.
"I tried not to roll my eyes. I tried not to be angry at Elisabeth . After all she didn’t know she had just called me something equivalent to a swear word. I mean, the fact is most people would find being called beautiful a good thing...course I’m not most people by any means. Because the truth is I am completely and unforgettably gorgeous…and I hate it." From my book, Petals (a modern day version of Beauty and the Beast).
So what did you think? Did it spark any interest? Did the heroine of the story seem at all interesting? It's hard for me to know; to answer those questions myself because I am so deep in the story at this point. I have been working on my YA (young adult) novel, Petals since Jan. 1, 2009 and I am so close to being finished I can almost taste it. I've finished the 1st draft and the 2nd and the 3rd and so on and so forth, but I've still got a few kinks to work out before it's ready to be sent out into the world.
Now Beauty and the Beast novels aren't the only things I do. I also write short pieces: poetry, blogs, fan fiction and short stories. I have added links (to your left under "links") to my other pages that hold some of these works and I have also added some of them here.
You can find "the piece of the month" farther down on this page and you can also find my poetry, short fiction and reviews that I've written, all on your left. Feel free to read and enjoy!
The point of all of this, dear reader, is to get my name out and hopefully build a little fan base; but mostly (as in everything I do), I hope to shine a little light in the darkness.
Rebekah Roberts, Writer.
The other night I had the pleasure of writing "dramatic" love notes with some of my friends. The idea was to write one for each other to send to our secret intended.
I hope you enjoy the bountiful harvest of our caffeine and sugar induced frenzy.
To My Love,
I can not keep my feelings to myself any longer. The burning twiterpation within is so vast that I must let the well spring of my love burst forth. Therefore my darling boy I must speak from the heart.
You are the most handsome, beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, hottie, babe, he-man that I have ever met in my short twenty-three years of life on this spinning sphere that we affectionately call mother earth.
You have the build of a monster truck. The eyes of a moose and the smile of a clown. Your voice is like a love sick beaver giving it’s call of love. You have the breath of a sweet onion flower in the hot July sun in Oklahoma during a heat wave.
You make me feel like a natural woman and now I see that I’m worth it, and it may be Maybaline. When we dance it’s like a bear trying to chase down it’s prey. You are everything I could hope for in a total stranger.
In the end to some up all that I must tell before I can’t tell, I love you, you, you. You big hunk of somthin’ like I’ve never seen before.
With all my love,
My Darling Beloved,
When I think of you, my heart grows faint with my deep, overflowing, overwhelming, all-consuming, deep-seated, never-ending, heartburn of passion for your beautiful soul. Your eyes are like deep limpid pools from which flow all fount of romance, and manliness, as well as machoness, cleanliness, next your Godliness, your bravery, skill with a flyswatter, and your amazing talent of crushing soda cans with your forehead. Yes, I see all this in your eyes, your beautiful, wonderful, more gorgeous than a hot sticky muggy sweaty mosquito ridden evening sunset, eyes. Your thick, wavy, luxurious raven locks thrill my heart with the thought that there is a good chance you will never go bald, my love. My heart is completely, utterly, hopelessly, unsaveably, unendingly, unceasingly, drearily, endlessly, lost to your wonderful physique and the knowledge that one as perfect as you could never develop a beer belly. My dearest love, I am completely, tirelessly, wearily, dreadfully in love with you, head over heels, tripping over my own two feet, to kiss your beautiful lips that cover your perfect teeth which always make me think of gingivitis because they have none. I love you more than fried egg sandwiches - saying a lot my love - because I love you even when your nose is runny like a disgusting dripping annoying slimy fountain, a love that does not extend to my undercooked eggs. My dearest, darling, perfect, tiresome, endless, wonderful, amazing, dreadfully precious, one true love, adieu until I can see your perfect face and thank heaven you are not yet wrinkled.
All my affectionate, worshipful, hopeful, unending, tireless, fretful, wearisome love,
Hey my favorite, fabulous, macho guy,
You are the light of my life, and I can’t hold it in anymore. No, don’t stop me my love. I must have it out.
You burn in my heart like an over cooked egg over easy. You stick to my thoughts like the heavy air on a stuffy, Oklahoma, afternoon in August.
You are my all, second only to my dog, my car, my job, my hobbies, my computer… and of course… my iPhone.
Anyway, you’re amazing and absolutely, positively, irrevocably and grammatically fabulous.
Please say you’ll be mine!
All my love, my ear can muster,
It is time I told you how I felt. My love for you burns as much as your mothers cooking.
I love you more than all the vanilla flavored treats in the world, (although maybe not the chocolate ones).
I would buy you the most expensive and most beautiful jewelry, money can buy as long as you promise to be my wife (and allow me to return it all for a full refund).
P.S. If you ever want to see your parents again then you WILL call me.
What’s Up Darlin’?
You’re the most butiful creature to have ever walked this earth. Your hair is like a fussi skunk and your eyes are like dried out goat livers prime for eatin’.
When I hear you voice it makes chills rundown my spine and I feel like I’ve eatin’ a prickly cater-piller.
Your nose is like a fat hog, who’s ready for slatter.
When I see you I think of a cold December night, when I’ve fallen in the pond and start to get a terrible fevor and start vomitin‘.
In fact if I squint just right you make me NOT want to hurl.
I might go as far as to say that you’re the 3rd or forth prettiest girl I’ve seen this week.
And I’ll love you forever, until you get old and fat.