"We are the Villiage Green Preservation Society..."
Today with the Chinese students was pretty cool. I wasn't one of the people picked for a buddy though, because it was mostly just council that was in charge of that. But it was still interesting to talk to them. They were all pretty cool and were quite skilled at English. Ahh, and also we got to have snacks in speech class. Topic sentence aside, in English, we started reading The Canterbury Tales and I'm excited. For some reason, I still haven't read it? I know, I really need to catch up on my reading list. I think I'll still be saying that after I've read several thousand books and I'm 87. :P I love the prosey poetry. And the classic form is a nice change up from all the modern stories we read. I love fluctuating from time period to time period. I can't stand the same over and over. That's one reason why I'm grateful for this time that I live in, I guess. I get to pick from it all.
Also, I'm kind of half hoping people don't read this entry because I came up with a short story that's really quite rubbish. Well, ok, I like the plot line, but I don't like the context. Anyways, I guess what I'm trying to get at is that I'm embarrassed I actually wrote it, so there. But it was bouncing around in my head leik whoa, so I needed to get it out. Read it if you must, but be warned it's not rated G. Now see, that's the part I'm embarrassed about, honestly.
"Delicious"
Sigh. She stared at the piece of paper on her wall that indicated a large black '27'. Yet another night she had heard the city noises and not ventured out. The sun was just starting to settle down to sleep, but you couldn't tell through the thick clouds hanging outside the flat window.
She sighed another time, paused in thought, then rushed towards her beaded Indian purse, which was slung over the door knob to her bedroom. But as soon as she put the strap over her head, she paused a while, then took it off. She paced the room again towards the leering 27, long brown hair coursing the way behind her. She tightened her lips and drummed her fingers against the wall, still wondering if this was the best idea or not.
Tired of indecision in general, she rolled her eyes and strode over to her purse and put it on before she could change her mind again. Rummaging quickly in a pile of laundry nearby, she found a left sandal and pulled it on. She dug through the fabrics several more times, growing more and more frustrated with each movement of her arm. She rose in a huff and ran into her bedroom, limping somewhat without her other shoe. She scanned the floor. No luck. Quickly turning back towards her closet, she found a pair of black pumps. She stopped, considering changing her decision yet again, but closed the closet door, resolute she needed to find her other sandal.
She sprinted back to the other room, about to search it and the same laundry pile through teary breaths, but spotted the gladiator shoe waiting for her on the couch. She breathed out slowly in relief, sat down next to it, and slipped it on. She pulled the purse in closer to her side and her face plopped down into her hands. Seconds passed by, then a deep breath, followed by sandaled feet stamping onto the carpeted floor and shuffling off towards the bathroom. She reapplied her eyeliner, but gave up on anything else. She just needed to get out already.
A few stomps later, the door slammed shut and paper crashed down on the carpet. A wrinkled 27 lay staring up at the 28 still nailed to the wall.
---
The electric music tickled her spine and the lights managed to reflect her endorphins as seen through a kaleidoscope. The smile on her face embodied her confidence and her dancing celebrated her victory over stagnancy. Even though she had come alone, the sound waves befriended her as they bent her and swayed her limbs. She jigged by old acquaintances and brand new ones, all sharing in the same vibration.
Soon her breath overcame her and she collapsed at a barstool with a grin. "Rum and coke, please."
"Sure thing, luv." The mustached bartender filled up a glass and set it down in front of her.
"Cheers. How much?"
"I've got it." Until now, she hadn't noticed the man sitting at the barstool next to her. He looked up at her with a smile and shining eyes, slipping some coins across the bar.
"You're a lucky bird, miss.", the bartender smiled at her, his mustache bending at the action. He tottered off to serve the giggling girl at the other end of the bar.
The stranger watched with the same friendly look as she took the first swig of her drink. She set the glass down with a thud and looked him over. He was a man about her age, maybe a bit older, wearing a paisley, collared shirt and black trousers, with a scarf tied around his neck. His dark hat had managed to shield his presence until he had spoken.
"You like treating unsuspecting girls with alcohol?" She poked fun at him lightly. Tonight wasn't the time to be pessimistic.
He tilted his hat back, revealing his structured features a bit more. "Hey, you picked your poison, alright?" He gave a small laugh.
"Ah yes, poisoning unsuspecting girls is so much better." She glugged down another splash.
"Isn't it?"
"Alright, poisoner, I see what your intentions are." She smiled a playful smile at him.
"Oh no, you better not call me out, dear!" He downed a gulp of his own beverage.
She turned towards him, "You don't want all the thirsty birds taking up your bar space, do you? You know, murder isn't exactly the way to be going about these things."
He shrugged, a laugh coming out through his thin lips. "Well, what's a man supposed to do?"
They both paused and took another drink. They soon found themselves looking at each other in apparent silence. The man held out his right hand. "Daniel."
"Susan." She took his hand and shook it.
"You know, one never goes to a club expecting conversation."
"Well, isn't it rather loud?"
"That's just the thing." The amiable smile had raced to his mouth too. "I can talk all I want about poisoning you and nobody will ever know."
She laughed through her glass, nearly inhaling the liquid.
"Whoa, careful. I know I'm simply hilarious, but really, the point is to poison you, not choke you."
She set the glass down and shot a grin at him. His dark eyes were still shining at her. "A girl has to be careful where she goes these days. All sorts of strangers out to get her."
"It's so true." He tilted his head back and finished his glass, clacking it down on the bar.
"You like some?" She held up her glass to him. "I swear it's not poisoned."
He held up his hand, declining it. "I wouldn't be so sure.", he chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure." She set the glass down and moved her head closer to his.
"Shall we check?" He looked her straight in the eyes, then moved in for a kiss, which she savored. She pulled her head back, bit her lip, then shot back at him with another kiss. Oh ages, since she had last met a stranger, let alone snogged one.
After a while, they were both knee deep in murky waters. He was practically eating her mouth out. He was a daring stranger, this one. And under the guise of the dripping lights and entrancing music, she allowed herself to be slipped out to the sidewalk.
The rest of the trip seemed a blur. She had let Danie- no, she preferred to call him the stranger...seduce her. For the whole train ride, she was caught with her mouth on his, and her hands pulling off his hat and sliding through his course, black hair.
Somehow when she really noticed herself pulling away from him for an extended period of time, she was standing in his flat. As he walked away from her to go close the door and click the lock, she looked around her, realizing the full weight of the situation.
"You sure about this, luv?" He had slid his arms back around her. "After all, what's the use if you're poisoned, anyways?" He started kissing down her neck, leaving her to wonder how long, exactly, he could carry on this poison joke.
"Hmm?" She was caught again into that trance that seemed to envelop her in his presence.
He swept her into more kisses and led her, stumbling, into his bedroom. Apparently he took her response to mean "Yes please, and with most haste."
He soon had her pinned down onto the bed, still stuck at the mouth like two leeches. He scrambled to the bottom of the bed and took off the shoes that had taken her so long to retrieve. He started kissing her feet, which tingled her. He ran his tongue up her legs, lapping them up like a dog and his water dish. She looked down at him, perplexed at this interesting tactic. He kept going, licking upward, pushing up her dress as he went. She grew to find it strangely sensual.
As soon as her dress made its new home on the floor, she worked on undoing his shirt. But as she continued with her task, he didn't even seem to notice. He had a mind of his own for her frame. Even after the carpet was fully clothed for two, it was if she hadn't removed any from his body.
He soon came up right by her and looked her in the eyes, then pulled her into another powerful kiss.
"You know, for a stranger, you really are strange." Her mouth resonated only inches from his.
"Don't worry. I won't have poisoned you. It'd be a waste." He kissed her again, as if it was the very nectar of life.
She started to sit up. "But th-"
He yanked himself away from her. "Change of pace, perhaps?"
She shrugged. Did that mean no more licking or odd looks? "I...I guess."
So he took her by the waist and carried her to the bathroom. He set her down into the slippery, white bathtub and turned on the warm water. At least he wouldn't start licking underneath the water...or would he? He hoisted himself in as well and started properly kissing her. The wetness splashed around them in waves of heat. After the tub had filled up, he let go of her lips and stepped out.
"Wait, where ar-" All attempts at asking questions failed as he exited the bathroom, uncovered back side turning the corner.
She was left to soak in the quite hot water that her body had now adjusted to in a fit of passion. Her eyes flashed around the plain white bathroom, hoping he'd come back to continue their escapade soon.
He came back in, carrying a tray full of food and spices, whistling a tune. "Oh, sorry, luv. I forgot." He walked over to the tub and knelt down outside it. He clamped his lips onto hers and her sight dissolved into visions of love again. He pulled back and she noticed his earnest smile. Then he gently slid his hands down from her head to her neck and pushed her back ever so carefully, as he stepped into the water above her. Next thing she knew, she was inches below the surface, screaming and splashing for air. Her murky, liquid surroundings eased into pitch blackness.
-end-
So, all you people that insist on reading my work, even those that spot from my inner...perv?, tell me what you think. Alright, alright, maybe the story isn't so bad in that I'm mocking silly pr0n stories by inserting a twist into mine? Whatever. I'm just going to step away carefully and come back to it with a fresh mind.
Besides that nonsense, tomorrow's Friday! My parents are going out of town next week for my dad's business vacation. Yeah, I know, my dad's work sends all their workers to a conference at a resort every year around Feb/March. My brother and I have come for around 4 or 5 of them before. They're ok...if you like resorts. And I don't. It's just a lot of swimming and tanning, really. Not much chance to get out and look at interesting landmarks, shops, or observe cultures. Although, last time when we went to the Bahamas, my mom and I found a Pirates Museum in Nassau. That was the highlight of the trip. ^^ So my point, right. Tomorrow night we're going for dinner together before they leave. Yay Mongolian Barbeque. ^^
Katrina
Ps- I'm still sick and congested, but I'm staying up to 2:30 because I want to. I want to bottle up this time and keep it with me forever. The wee hours are my favorite.
Also, I'm kind of half hoping people don't read this entry because I came up with a short story that's really quite rubbish. Well, ok, I like the plot line, but I don't like the context. Anyways, I guess what I'm trying to get at is that I'm embarrassed I actually wrote it, so there. But it was bouncing around in my head leik whoa, so I needed to get it out. Read it if you must, but be warned it's not rated G. Now see, that's the part I'm embarrassed about, honestly.
"Delicious"
Sigh. She stared at the piece of paper on her wall that indicated a large black '27'. Yet another night she had heard the city noises and not ventured out. The sun was just starting to settle down to sleep, but you couldn't tell through the thick clouds hanging outside the flat window.
She sighed another time, paused in thought, then rushed towards her beaded Indian purse, which was slung over the door knob to her bedroom. But as soon as she put the strap over her head, she paused a while, then took it off. She paced the room again towards the leering 27, long brown hair coursing the way behind her. She tightened her lips and drummed her fingers against the wall, still wondering if this was the best idea or not.
Tired of indecision in general, she rolled her eyes and strode over to her purse and put it on before she could change her mind again. Rummaging quickly in a pile of laundry nearby, she found a left sandal and pulled it on. She dug through the fabrics several more times, growing more and more frustrated with each movement of her arm. She rose in a huff and ran into her bedroom, limping somewhat without her other shoe. She scanned the floor. No luck. Quickly turning back towards her closet, she found a pair of black pumps. She stopped, considering changing her decision yet again, but closed the closet door, resolute she needed to find her other sandal.
She sprinted back to the other room, about to search it and the same laundry pile through teary breaths, but spotted the gladiator shoe waiting for her on the couch. She breathed out slowly in relief, sat down next to it, and slipped it on. She pulled the purse in closer to her side and her face plopped down into her hands. Seconds passed by, then a deep breath, followed by sandaled feet stamping onto the carpeted floor and shuffling off towards the bathroom. She reapplied her eyeliner, but gave up on anything else. She just needed to get out already.
A few stomps later, the door slammed shut and paper crashed down on the carpet. A wrinkled 27 lay staring up at the 28 still nailed to the wall.
---
The electric music tickled her spine and the lights managed to reflect her endorphins as seen through a kaleidoscope. The smile on her face embodied her confidence and her dancing celebrated her victory over stagnancy. Even though she had come alone, the sound waves befriended her as they bent her and swayed her limbs. She jigged by old acquaintances and brand new ones, all sharing in the same vibration.
Soon her breath overcame her and she collapsed at a barstool with a grin. "Rum and coke, please."
"Sure thing, luv." The mustached bartender filled up a glass and set it down in front of her.
"Cheers. How much?"
"I've got it." Until now, she hadn't noticed the man sitting at the barstool next to her. He looked up at her with a smile and shining eyes, slipping some coins across the bar.
"You're a lucky bird, miss.", the bartender smiled at her, his mustache bending at the action. He tottered off to serve the giggling girl at the other end of the bar.
The stranger watched with the same friendly look as she took the first swig of her drink. She set the glass down with a thud and looked him over. He was a man about her age, maybe a bit older, wearing a paisley, collared shirt and black trousers, with a scarf tied around his neck. His dark hat had managed to shield his presence until he had spoken.
"You like treating unsuspecting girls with alcohol?" She poked fun at him lightly. Tonight wasn't the time to be pessimistic.
He tilted his hat back, revealing his structured features a bit more. "Hey, you picked your poison, alright?" He gave a small laugh.
"Ah yes, poisoning unsuspecting girls is so much better." She glugged down another splash.
"Isn't it?"
"Alright, poisoner, I see what your intentions are." She smiled a playful smile at him.
"Oh no, you better not call me out, dear!" He downed a gulp of his own beverage.
She turned towards him, "You don't want all the thirsty birds taking up your bar space, do you? You know, murder isn't exactly the way to be going about these things."
He shrugged, a laugh coming out through his thin lips. "Well, what's a man supposed to do?"
They both paused and took another drink. They soon found themselves looking at each other in apparent silence. The man held out his right hand. "Daniel."
"Susan." She took his hand and shook it.
"You know, one never goes to a club expecting conversation."
"Well, isn't it rather loud?"
"That's just the thing." The amiable smile had raced to his mouth too. "I can talk all I want about poisoning you and nobody will ever know."
She laughed through her glass, nearly inhaling the liquid.
"Whoa, careful. I know I'm simply hilarious, but really, the point is to poison you, not choke you."
She set the glass down and shot a grin at him. His dark eyes were still shining at her. "A girl has to be careful where she goes these days. All sorts of strangers out to get her."
"It's so true." He tilted his head back and finished his glass, clacking it down on the bar.
"You like some?" She held up her glass to him. "I swear it's not poisoned."
He held up his hand, declining it. "I wouldn't be so sure.", he chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure." She set the glass down and moved her head closer to his.
"Shall we check?" He looked her straight in the eyes, then moved in for a kiss, which she savored. She pulled her head back, bit her lip, then shot back at him with another kiss. Oh ages, since she had last met a stranger, let alone snogged one.
After a while, they were both knee deep in murky waters. He was practically eating her mouth out. He was a daring stranger, this one. And under the guise of the dripping lights and entrancing music, she allowed herself to be slipped out to the sidewalk.
The rest of the trip seemed a blur. She had let Danie- no, she preferred to call him the stranger...seduce her. For the whole train ride, she was caught with her mouth on his, and her hands pulling off his hat and sliding through his course, black hair.
Somehow when she really noticed herself pulling away from him for an extended period of time, she was standing in his flat. As he walked away from her to go close the door and click the lock, she looked around her, realizing the full weight of the situation.
"You sure about this, luv?" He had slid his arms back around her. "After all, what's the use if you're poisoned, anyways?" He started kissing down her neck, leaving her to wonder how long, exactly, he could carry on this poison joke.
"Hmm?" She was caught again into that trance that seemed to envelop her in his presence.
He swept her into more kisses and led her, stumbling, into his bedroom. Apparently he took her response to mean "Yes please, and with most haste."
He soon had her pinned down onto the bed, still stuck at the mouth like two leeches. He scrambled to the bottom of the bed and took off the shoes that had taken her so long to retrieve. He started kissing her feet, which tingled her. He ran his tongue up her legs, lapping them up like a dog and his water dish. She looked down at him, perplexed at this interesting tactic. He kept going, licking upward, pushing up her dress as he went. She grew to find it strangely sensual.
As soon as her dress made its new home on the floor, she worked on undoing his shirt. But as she continued with her task, he didn't even seem to notice. He had a mind of his own for her frame. Even after the carpet was fully clothed for two, it was if she hadn't removed any from his body.
He soon came up right by her and looked her in the eyes, then pulled her into another powerful kiss.
"You know, for a stranger, you really are strange." Her mouth resonated only inches from his.
"Don't worry. I won't have poisoned you. It'd be a waste." He kissed her again, as if it was the very nectar of life.
She started to sit up. "But th-"
He yanked himself away from her. "Change of pace, perhaps?"
She shrugged. Did that mean no more licking or odd looks? "I...I guess."
So he took her by the waist and carried her to the bathroom. He set her down into the slippery, white bathtub and turned on the warm water. At least he wouldn't start licking underneath the water...or would he? He hoisted himself in as well and started properly kissing her. The wetness splashed around them in waves of heat. After the tub had filled up, he let go of her lips and stepped out.
"Wait, where ar-" All attempts at asking questions failed as he exited the bathroom, uncovered back side turning the corner.
She was left to soak in the quite hot water that her body had now adjusted to in a fit of passion. Her eyes flashed around the plain white bathroom, hoping he'd come back to continue their escapade soon.
He came back in, carrying a tray full of food and spices, whistling a tune. "Oh, sorry, luv. I forgot." He walked over to the tub and knelt down outside it. He clamped his lips onto hers and her sight dissolved into visions of love again. He pulled back and she noticed his earnest smile. Then he gently slid his hands down from her head to her neck and pushed her back ever so carefully, as he stepped into the water above her. Next thing she knew, she was inches below the surface, screaming and splashing for air. Her murky, liquid surroundings eased into pitch blackness.
-end-
So, all you people that insist on reading my work, even those that spot from my inner...perv?, tell me what you think. Alright, alright, maybe the story isn't so bad in that I'm mocking silly pr0n stories by inserting a twist into mine? Whatever. I'm just going to step away carefully and come back to it with a fresh mind.
Besides that nonsense, tomorrow's Friday! My parents are going out of town next week for my dad's business vacation. Yeah, I know, my dad's work sends all their workers to a conference at a resort every year around Feb/March. My brother and I have come for around 4 or 5 of them before. They're ok...if you like resorts. And I don't. It's just a lot of swimming and tanning, really. Not much chance to get out and look at interesting landmarks, shops, or observe cultures. Although, last time when we went to the Bahamas, my mom and I found a Pirates Museum in Nassau. That was the highlight of the trip. ^^ So my point, right. Tomorrow night we're going for dinner together before they leave. Yay Mongolian Barbeque. ^^
Katrina
Ps- I'm still sick and congested, but I'm staying up to 2:30 because I want to. I want to bottle up this time and keep it with me forever. The wee hours are my favorite.