Dark eyes narrowed as it stared at the plastic card in front of them. Her mouth pursed into distaste as she glared at the fonts printed onto the card. Hands threatening to break the demeaning plastic into half.
‘Unbeleivable’, she thought vehemently. The young brunette did not move an inch, as the door flung open to reveal her friend of years.
“I have to dye my hair PINK?!’ her peer screamed, her pitch dislocating altitudes of sorts. Dark coffee eyes wide with shock and apprehension grew even wider as she waved the file in her hand as if it was on fire. Her spectacles shone by the reflected cones of light splayed by the ceiling lamp of the blue walled room.
A smirk played on the face of the onyx eyed girl while glancing at her franticing comrade, when… a shriek pierced the air.
Fear and panic reflected in both female’s faces as they sprinted out of the room and into the living room they all shared. There they saw the other resident of the residual home they all shared: she was screaming.
Both stared wide eyed at their brown haired colleague who was supposedly the most collected of their group. Stopping for breath the small petite girl finally turned and grinned at her housemates while dropping a file similar to their's ontop the coffee table.
“I get to get red highlights!!” she jumped and laughed on the couch as a child would when given sweets. An exasperated sigh escaped the watching duo.
‘Not again…’ they both thought as she jumped; nearly decapitating the couch, and whooped aloud.
“Sherry, get off the couch!” spoke the girl of onyx eyes, deeply disturbed at looking her nap spot being disrupted by the apparently enthusiastic hazel-eyed teen infront of her.
The red-haired wannabe abruptly stopped her celebration , and dismembering of the couch and blew a raspberry at her friend.
"Very mature Sherry, very mature" retorted the disturbed teen.
“Kaylee is such a Fun-spoiler”, teased Sherry cheerfully; mockingly.
“I am not!” jumped the words from Kaylee’s mouth; she never thought much before talking.
“Oh there they go again…” moaned their be-spectacled friend, who shook her head and went away from the fueled banter of her friends to the kitchen.
“ Kaylee is a FUN-SPOILER!!”
“Sheryy is a COUCH-JUMPER”
“That’s better than a FUN-SPOILER”
Kaylee gaped at her ‘opponent’ apparently at a loss of words.
“Bobby!!! Back me up here” Kaylee shouted into the kitchen.
Popping her head into the living room, the be-spectacled girl smirked at her onyx-eyed friend; making Kaylee regret asking her for help.
“Dude, you are a fun-spoiler” grinned Bobby, disappearing back through the kitchen doorway; leaving her onyx-eyed comrade to gape at her shadow.
'Great,they're ganging up on you,' thought Kaylee to herself as she dwelled on her idiocy of walking into said trap several times before.
“ See Kaylee… you’re a Fun-spoiler,” teased the now smirking other occupant of the room as she flopped back onto the couch.
“You better close that mouth of yours too..” Sherry continued, flippantly grabbing the remote to watch television.
“At least my name isn’t Sherry Lynn” Kaylee grumbled as she too flopped onto the couch.
Instantly the atmosphere of the room metamorphosed intensely. The temperature dropped into glacier-like degrees sending shivers up Kaylee’s spine.
Slowly Sherry turned her head, to glare at Kaylee and opened her mouth.
“What did you say?” Sherry sweetly spat out to her hyperventilating friend.
“Nothing, I said Nothing… You win! Yes.. That’s it.. You won.” muttered Kaylee quickly.
Sherry raised her eyebrow when… the TV remote rang.
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A/N : Heh. *Waggles Eyebrow*
Got that from a dream. Haha :)
Yes, the Tv Remote rang. that isn't a typo. It really did ring.
:) the characters were based on a dream. but I'm tweaking the plot-line.
Anyhow.... what say you to a lil' help? Reviews, Comments.. and Critics?
20.6.09
12.6.09
A bit rusty with my writing skills. O.o
At first I wanted to copy Hardy's style of writing, but it's way to mind bogglig for me to endeavour for just two hours. soo yeaa still working on it. :) anyhow. so, yea. okay.
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The moon peeked through soft fluffy clouds, winking to her admirers, sending messages of sweet lullabies through sensous rays splaying upon the courtyard. The sky was adorned by the soft twinkling of light, shone by the luminous stars, perceiving a sense of beauty enamouring the hearts of several below. The wind slowly whispered sweet nothings into ears, canaling through a lulling feeling of ease and comfort. Diamonds blinked down onwards, a glitterous sight of clumps of colours bedecked upon a canvass of ebony.
Bowls and cups of small and large sat straddling tables which were set upon hind legs, overflowing with such different content. Candle lanterns, patterned abstractedly in a vindictive way, swerved through thread loftily stood above, lit the site with a soft light; bringing out a sweet scent of fantasy. Reflected tender seams of light lit the temporary floor of the night, already marred by the marks of shoes and slippers.
A crowd moves in the middle, all swaying to be in this momentous portrait of life at its zenith. Striding softly to the rhythm set by nature and humans alike, together in harmony. An acoustic en grande was all they had, stroking each person, each couple with the swift sensation of delight; of grandeur. Each partner differently dressed as it was accustomed in such an occasion, of swirls and twirl, puffs and huffs, all messed in the fog of participants.
Amidst the shifting crowd, there stood a coat, of deep blue standing amidst the other black and blues of the ocean. The coat marred with wrinkles and obvious movements hung onto shoulders of broad width over an average height. The chivalrous tuxedo was marred with a splash of red long and droopy across his chest, swaying to the shift of the body. Shoes worn down below the pants squeeked and squawked undecidedly across, adding no marks to the floor. The uniform, weaved left and right, with eyes never leaving the destination.
The soft pale yellow perched elegantly atop, as swirls sweet strings framed the beauty that would put shame to others so easily. The exposed neck bathed in the light, arched sideways as if pondering or even falling asleep. A chuckle rumbles in the coat’s chest as eyes surveyed the blonde beauty smile at teases, letting it slide. An appreciative sight of wondrous glory was portrayed again, as pink splashes emerged on soft cheeks as their eyes finally met. Her eyes a wondrous depth of brown, acted as a beacon towards the coated man, snaring each senses making his irrevocably hers just by a look.
. She was by far not the jewel of the party nor was she a ruby but that did not register in his now muddled mind. All he knew were: those eyes beckoning him closer; eyes that he could read as the back of his own hands : the smile slowly arcing through her face; he’s seen a million times. All he could think of was to hold the woman whose beauty of nature outshone others in his eyes. All he wanted was to hold her tight and never let go; for she was everything to him. She was his redeemer of strength, his friend in the dark, the holder of his secrets.
Soft strums of strings serenaded the silent night, as he swiftly strode seeking companionship with his very own
Cinderella.
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The moon peeked through soft fluffy clouds, winking to her admirers, sending messages of sweet lullabies through sensous rays splaying upon the courtyard. The sky was adorned by the soft twinkling of light, shone by the luminous stars, perceiving a sense of beauty enamouring the hearts of several below. The wind slowly whispered sweet nothings into ears, canaling through a lulling feeling of ease and comfort. Diamonds blinked down onwards, a glitterous sight of clumps of colours bedecked upon a canvass of ebony.
Bowls and cups of small and large sat straddling tables which were set upon hind legs, overflowing with such different content. Candle lanterns, patterned abstractedly in a vindictive way, swerved through thread loftily stood above, lit the site with a soft light; bringing out a sweet scent of fantasy. Reflected tender seams of light lit the temporary floor of the night, already marred by the marks of shoes and slippers.
A crowd moves in the middle, all swaying to be in this momentous portrait of life at its zenith. Striding softly to the rhythm set by nature and humans alike, together in harmony. An acoustic en grande was all they had, stroking each person, each couple with the swift sensation of delight; of grandeur. Each partner differently dressed as it was accustomed in such an occasion, of swirls and twirl, puffs and huffs, all messed in the fog of participants.
Amidst the shifting crowd, there stood a coat, of deep blue standing amidst the other black and blues of the ocean. The coat marred with wrinkles and obvious movements hung onto shoulders of broad width over an average height. The chivalrous tuxedo was marred with a splash of red long and droopy across his chest, swaying to the shift of the body. Shoes worn down below the pants squeeked and squawked undecidedly across, adding no marks to the floor. The uniform, weaved left and right, with eyes never leaving the destination.
The soft pale yellow perched elegantly atop, as swirls sweet strings framed the beauty that would put shame to others so easily. The exposed neck bathed in the light, arched sideways as if pondering or even falling asleep. A chuckle rumbles in the coat’s chest as eyes surveyed the blonde beauty smile at teases, letting it slide. An appreciative sight of wondrous glory was portrayed again, as pink splashes emerged on soft cheeks as their eyes finally met. Her eyes a wondrous depth of brown, acted as a beacon towards the coated man, snaring each senses making his irrevocably hers just by a look.
. She was by far not the jewel of the party nor was she a ruby but that did not register in his now muddled mind. All he knew were: those eyes beckoning him closer; eyes that he could read as the back of his own hands : the smile slowly arcing through her face; he’s seen a million times. All he could think of was to hold the woman whose beauty of nature outshone others in his eyes. All he wanted was to hold her tight and never let go; for she was everything to him. She was his redeemer of strength, his friend in the dark, the holder of his secrets.
Soft strums of strings serenaded the silent night, as he swiftly strode seeking companionship with his very own
Cinderella.
4.6.09
The Line
So, I'm thinking
and I'm walking.
I'm feeling fine.
I'm walking
and thinking
that I'm stepping in line.
But now I'm thinking
and looking,
this line I'm walking-
seems to wander a lot;
quite a lot for such
a fine line.
Not that, thinking
while walking
at such a slow pace,
will do me
much good,
if I can't leave this place.
Though if I keep walking
I'm sure I'll fine
a suitable end.
Though, pardon me saying
but I must say,
that line I'm following?
It's all in my head.
and I'm walking.
I'm feeling fine.
I'm walking
and thinking
that I'm stepping in line.
But now I'm thinking
and looking,
this line I'm walking-
seems to wander a lot;
quite a lot for such
a fine line.
Not that, thinking
while walking
at such a slow pace,
will do me
much good,
if I can't leave this place.
Though if I keep walking
I'm sure I'll fine
a suitable end.
Though, pardon me saying
but I must say,
that line I'm following?
It's all in my head.
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