Another English assignment, a descriptive essay about the anxiety of an aggravated woman.
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The soft clamor of whispers and chimes and tinks of silverware and glasses were simply part of the rolling waves of the piano notes lulling hypnotically in the background. The tips of her fingers traced the curved outline of the table, the smooth velvety feel of the cloth was almost sensual to the touch. The fingers walked a trail towards the glass of bubbly gold, past the empty platter--her nerves and anxiety compelling her to move as she waited impatiently.
Champagne as smooth as melted chocolate rolled down her throat, her cool blue mint eyes absorbing her surroundings frantically over the slender rim of the glass. A fidgety hand pushed back heated copper colored hair, the painted nails giving the scalp a nervous scratch. Buttered scallops bubbling and simmering in garlic sauce was served to the table near her. The continuous soft sizzling hiss and occasional pops and the rich and succulent aroma of the glistening plump pearls earned a gurgle from her empty stomach and her mouth water.
A stiletto heel rapped against the polished caramel colored marble floor in a rapid, anxious patter of tack, tack, tack. Jiggling her wrist she took a gander at her sleek golden watch. “Twenty-minutes.” Her sensuous full lips, red hot as a pepper, dropped to a displeased frown. “He’s late.”
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Hello
An assignment I did for English class--a mini story about how something as a simple hello can start something wonderful.
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It was a day like any other--routine, controlled, predictable, and normal. But the most unexpected and life-alternating things can occur during the most routine of days. Meeting him made my world and spine shudder, heat pool into my cheeks, and my heart ram against the bones of my ribs. The end of my life and the beginning of ours began the moment our eyes connected during class. Fate grinned like that of a teenage-matchmaker (hyperactive female of course) and had us assigned as partners for the year.
It took milliseconds for the strings of affection to form and knot and soon we memorized each others past and dreams for the future. We spoke of ourselves more then the assignment; he was fond of sports and struggled with writing, black is his color of choice, and he has a protective streak when it comes to his family. Drool and a clown on crack grin, eyes of a stalker and palms overflowed with sweat--the perfect combination for a first impression. Seventeen should give me a call and write an article on “How to Impress a Stud With Saliva”. It would change the dating world. He, however, didn’t seem ready to run for the hills, good sign I prayed.
The metal in our chairs seemed to have been manufactured with magnets, they simply kept inching closer together. Arms were pressed together--thank god for the bicep curl which battles the fattiness!--as we continued to lower our voices to avoid any sharp stare from the teacher. Our mouths wouldn’t stop moving, hungry to know more.
The class simply went by too fast, no amount of pulling or whining would slow down the time. It was the moment to part for our next class. I could only walk to science in a distasteful mood, lonely and miserable. Sitting in my cold seat I let out a whimper. Already I missed him. A pout went at my mouth when the chair next to me was filled, wishing it was him.
“Hello.” There was a grinning sound in that familiar voice. He was next to me in another class!
My lips turned up into a shy smile, that shudder going down my spine again, “Hello.”
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It was a day like any other--routine, controlled, predictable, and normal. But the most unexpected and life-alternating things can occur during the most routine of days. Meeting him made my world and spine shudder, heat pool into my cheeks, and my heart ram against the bones of my ribs. The end of my life and the beginning of ours began the moment our eyes connected during class. Fate grinned like that of a teenage-matchmaker (hyperactive female of course) and had us assigned as partners for the year.
It took milliseconds for the strings of affection to form and knot and soon we memorized each others past and dreams for the future. We spoke of ourselves more then the assignment; he was fond of sports and struggled with writing, black is his color of choice, and he has a protective streak when it comes to his family. Drool and a clown on crack grin, eyes of a stalker and palms overflowed with sweat--the perfect combination for a first impression. Seventeen should give me a call and write an article on “How to Impress a Stud With Saliva”. It would change the dating world. He, however, didn’t seem ready to run for the hills, good sign I prayed.
The metal in our chairs seemed to have been manufactured with magnets, they simply kept inching closer together. Arms were pressed together--thank god for the bicep curl which battles the fattiness!--as we continued to lower our voices to avoid any sharp stare from the teacher. Our mouths wouldn’t stop moving, hungry to know more.
The class simply went by too fast, no amount of pulling or whining would slow down the time. It was the moment to part for our next class. I could only walk to science in a distasteful mood, lonely and miserable. Sitting in my cold seat I let out a whimper. Already I missed him. A pout went at my mouth when the chair next to me was filled, wishing it was him.
“Hello.” There was a grinning sound in that familiar voice. He was next to me in another class!
My lips turned up into a shy smile, that shudder going down my spine again, “Hello.”
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Introduction
I suppose there is no real need to begin to explain what it is I am doing, but it seems to be in my personality to do it. Writing is my passion and dream, stories seem to move me further and further and I always want to grasp any opportunity to write if I can. And that's what this world of mine will become--a place for writing. I just want to have more ways to bring out my daydreams and put them out for the world to read.
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