stunned and bewildered
Title: Stunned And Bewildered
Genre: Intrigue?
Author: Lyss
Author's Note: This is a piece for a writing class that I'd like to share, it's definitely a new mind set from other stuff I've written for me.
She could not remove her eyes from his face. The words he had only spoken moments before had left her features stunned and bewildered. Never could she comprehend why his mouth could allow those horrible words to depart. Although this man that sat beside her was handsome and usually lovely to accompany, her small ears had never been so hurt by such remarks.
Anger came like a flood, tempting her to jump into the rush, but she would not be compelled. Delicate digits tightened themselves into stiff fists, wanting so much to let them stretch and wrap around his neck. She knew even with the adrenaline of her outrage she would be no match for this appallingly masculine being. The beliefs he had recently stated still lingered ever so closely and she knew now what he would do to get his message across.
He despised a woman who thought for herself and believed her equal to the male population of this country. He gently stated that he would be a man who made the women what they were meant to be. Inferior to him or any other man.
At that second, she could not count her thoughts on eight fingers and two thumbs. Her feet shook against the tile, wanting so badly to slam her hands down on the table and stomp out of the room. But she was not to cause a scene, that's what her mother always told her. Unless it happened to be surrounding an engagement, it was rude and impolite to start a scene. She would be the one embarrassed afterwards anyways.
But she told herself she needed to leave. She leaned over to him, with a soft smile, perpetuating a stricken and ill countenance. And then the words escaped, "Darling, I'm not feeling at all well, would you be so kind as to take me home?" "Certainly. Ladies and Gentlemen, it was a nice evening while it lasted." He stood from his chair, and bowed his head, taking the arm of his lady. "Au revoir!" He laughed and she let a small giggle escape her lips.
When they arrived at her home, he walked her to her door. She smiled again, brighter this time. "I'm feeling much better now." With that she slipped the ring off of her finger, and put it in the hand that had held hers. "You're not who I thought you were and I'm not ready to marry you." Her hand extended to the doorknob and twisted the metal open. He grabbed her other wrist, and pulled her back. "What the hell do you mean?" "What I mean is that until you can change, if you can, I will not marry you. Goodbye." His face was stunned and bewildered as she jerked her wrist from him and walked through the entrance and closed the door.
Genre: Intrigue?
Author: Lyss
Author's Note: This is a piece for a writing class that I'd like to share, it's definitely a new mind set from other stuff I've written for me.
She could not remove her eyes from his face. The words he had only spoken moments before had left her features stunned and bewildered. Never could she comprehend why his mouth could allow those horrible words to depart. Although this man that sat beside her was handsome and usually lovely to accompany, her small ears had never been so hurt by such remarks.
Anger came like a flood, tempting her to jump into the rush, but she would not be compelled. Delicate digits tightened themselves into stiff fists, wanting so much to let them stretch and wrap around his neck. She knew even with the adrenaline of her outrage she would be no match for this appallingly masculine being. The beliefs he had recently stated still lingered ever so closely and she knew now what he would do to get his message across.
He despised a woman who thought for herself and believed her equal to the male population of this country. He gently stated that he would be a man who made the women what they were meant to be. Inferior to him or any other man.
At that second, she could not count her thoughts on eight fingers and two thumbs. Her feet shook against the tile, wanting so badly to slam her hands down on the table and stomp out of the room. But she was not to cause a scene, that's what her mother always told her. Unless it happened to be surrounding an engagement, it was rude and impolite to start a scene. She would be the one embarrassed afterwards anyways.
But she told herself she needed to leave. She leaned over to him, with a soft smile, perpetuating a stricken and ill countenance. And then the words escaped, "Darling, I'm not feeling at all well, would you be so kind as to take me home?" "Certainly. Ladies and Gentlemen, it was a nice evening while it lasted." He stood from his chair, and bowed his head, taking the arm of his lady. "Au revoir!" He laughed and she let a small giggle escape her lips.
When they arrived at her home, he walked her to her door. She smiled again, brighter this time. "I'm feeling much better now." With that she slipped the ring off of her finger, and put it in the hand that had held hers. "You're not who I thought you were and I'm not ready to marry you." Her hand extended to the doorknob and twisted the metal open. He grabbed her other wrist, and pulled her back. "What the hell do you mean?" "What I mean is that until you can change, if you can, I will not marry you. Goodbye." His face was stunned and bewildered as she jerked her wrist from him and walked through the entrance and closed the door.