Fitch's Kemper [1]

Damaris Ann // 3/11/2017

Normally, noise of any kind was unwelcome in the Texas University's private library, but somehow that same mellow voice was allowed to croon on by the hour.

It was also normal for Byron Fitch to be annoyed by even the slightest rustle of a page while he was studying, but today was different. The odd medley of sacred hymns and pop songs came across as ridiculously soothing when hummed by Kris Kemper's low voice.

But then again, Byron didn't even know there was such a person as Kris Kemper. He only knew that someone always sat in the far corner where the dusty poetry collections were shelved, and that same someone would sporadically break out into humming or singing in a low voice while they studied.

Nobody stopped Kris, and nobody seemed to mind. That is, not until Tony came along. Tony minded very much.

"...and I will always love you, i will always love you. So I'll go because I know...hmmm hmmm hm hm hm...--river attendeth my way. When sorrows like sea billows roll; whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say it is well, it is well with my soul. It is well--"

"Stop that racket!! This is a library."

Five indignant heads came up as the low voice halted and stopped completely. A quiet sigh was heard from the back corner, and then silence ruled.

Comments

This is a bit of a prologue.

This is a bit of a prologue. Hopefully more (and longer sections) coming soon. I have NOT forgotten my other projects, I am just taking a short break.

Damaris Ann | Sat, 03/11/2017

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

I like this. : ) I love how

I like this. : ) I love how you characterized so well so succinctly.

Hannah D. | Sat, 03/11/2017

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton

I really liked this,

I really liked this, Damaris!! The title is so catchy -- "Fitch's Kemper" stayed in my mind for a long time after seeing it -- and I like how you laid out the setting and the characters right off the bat: the girl who reads poetry and doesn't mind if anyone hears her singing (already lovable!)...and the boy who is finding himself magnetically drawn to her disembodied voice...and the instant tension/conflict with Tony. Makes me want to read more! <3

Sarah Bethany | Tue, 03/28/2017

Thank you so much!! I should

Thank you so much!! I should have time to write some more in the next couple of days. :)

Damaris Ann | Tue, 03/28/2017

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

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