Sunday, February 8, 2009
♥ 14 Reasons
Ok, it's been over a month and I haven't even updated!
I could find 10 reasons why:
1. I'm writing a new story--longer one. Possibly novel-esque kind of long.
2. I just don't get inspired that much.
3. I barely have enough time.
4. I'm just a lazy bummer.
5. There's so much going on I don't know which one I should tackle first.
6. Global warming or the coming of the new ice age. Whichever one comes first.
7. I'm too engrossed in reading other people's books. (MJD! yays!)
8. Somebody stole my $20 and I need retail therapy, SO BADLY! (And this is one of those reasons that stress me out, causing my writer's block. =P )
9. I want to edit my tenses in all my stories, and I haven't found the energy to do it yet.
10. Valentine's Day is coming up! OMG!
11. I was too busy synching to Britney's songs and Pussycat Dolls.
12. I went camping and it rained.
13. I got 5 vaccine shots in one day and I'll get 4 more after 6 weeks. Fun!
14. I don't have anymore lollipops.
So, now that I have 14 unacceptable reasons, I'd get to just, yah know, mope around until I find the energy again to start writing.
yays!
I could find 10 reasons why:
1. I'm writing a new story--longer one. Possibly novel-esque kind of long.
2. I just don't get inspired that much.
3. I barely have enough time.
4. I'm just a lazy bummer.
5. There's so much going on I don't know which one I should tackle first.
6. Global warming or the coming of the new ice age. Whichever one comes first.
7. I'm too engrossed in reading other people's books. (MJD! yays!)
8. Somebody stole my $20 and I need retail therapy, SO BADLY! (And this is one of those reasons that stress me out, causing my writer's block. =P )
9. I want to edit my tenses in all my stories, and I haven't found the energy to do it yet.
10. Valentine's Day is coming up! OMG!
11. I was too busy synching to Britney's songs and Pussycat Dolls.
12. I went camping and it rained.
13. I got 5 vaccine shots in one day and I'll get 4 more after 6 weeks. Fun!
14. I don't have anymore lollipops.
So, now that I have 14 unacceptable reasons, I'd get to just, yah know, mope around until I find the energy again to start writing.
yays!
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
♥ This is Why Girls Wear High Heels
This is Why Girls Wear High-Heels♥by: Dhainee Pfafflin♥
Black irises met with russet ones. A wordless conversation has been initiated with noiseless whispers of forbidden affection and vows. She tucked in a portion of her ebony tresses behind her ears as she smiled demurely and looked away. He exposed on his to-die-for smirk and continued talking with his friends casually, his grin not fading.
I surveyed Michelle and William with mournful eyes. Agony tugging at my chest and there was that uncomfortable feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, the idea of food wasn’t that exciting anymore.
“Here.” A voice broke my stupor as I looked at the pack of Skittles being offered to me. I looked up and recognized the face my current boyfriend. It was sad, really.
“…thanks.” Half-way when I was about to take my Skittles, it vanished in a blink of an eye. It disappeared, literally.
“Thanks!” Ashley half screamed, half laughed as she ran with the Skittles in her hand. I looked at my vacant hands and smiled genuinely. I really didn’t want to eat anyway. I shook my head as my friend went astray with the probably now non-existent Skittles being digested in her belly. Oh yeah, that was fun.
Bryan sat himself in the chair that used to be occupied by my Skittles-stealing-friend. He stared at me with that look in his eyes that you just couldn’t bear. He had that naive gaze of untainted adoration and dedication. Guilt gripped my insides and twisted my guts. I felt bile rise to my throat and tears pricked the edges of my eyes.
…silence.
Pain was too inevitable.
~*~
“I understand.” He muttered in an awfully low voice that it nearly seemed like he never said it at all. It was one of those scenarios where people say ‘I understand’ even if they really don’t. Or in some cases, they do understand, but they just didn’t want to. I didn’t know where Bryan’s case belonged in these categories.
“I’m really sorry, Bry.” I motioned to tap his arm. He swiftly recoiled like as if my touch would sting him.
“Don’t.” He said a little stronger. I heard the resentment and bitterness in his tone that he tried to conceal. He kept his head down so I couldn’t see his eyes. It was better this way. At least I wouldn’t have to look at those innocent eyes that will hunt me down when I go to hell on Judgment Day. I retracted my outstretched arm and hang my head like his.
“I gotta get going.” He says in a silent and forced attitude. I could hear pain and betrayal drenched from his words as he continued to stick to his creed that the asphalt is much more appealing to look at than my mendacious visage.
“Ok, bye.” I said and I inhaled deeply and uneasily. Really, I couldn’t have been crueler. I kept my hands in my sweater pockets, knowing that with my guilt and nervousness, I could’ve done the ridiculous. I watched him turn his back on me, brokenhearted, and he started to walk the opposite direction. I took in as much air as my lungs could accommodate, pivoted my heels and took the opposed course.
~*~
Music blared to my eardrums as I struggled in my prom dress. I loved high heels, but I hated actually wearing them. Why must fashion be so brutal? Arbitrary neon lights illuminated through the whole site of a slapdash dancing of teenage bodies squeezed together in a large fancy hall. I held my too-long-for-my-height dress with my right arm while holding a drink at my left.
“Audrey, you gotta dance!” Julia said, more like screamed, through the clamor of the whole vicinity.
“Maybe later, as soon as I could feel my foot again!” I screamed back at her, making sure my voice was loud enough for her to hear.
“Nobody told you to wear heels!” She argued, defending the dignity of my poor, beautiful, blamed-upon shoes.
“I had to. The length of my body doesn’t do justice for the length of this dress!”
“It’s in your genes! Not your shoes! Don’t blame them pretty little babies, love.” Julia was provided with blessings in the height department. That’s for certain. That’s what makes her feel so self-assured to sport flip flops to the mall and still know that she won’t be the shortest one in the group. I, however, had been blessed with genes from my Chinese ancestors, which, as most of the world knows, aren’t really that providential in height. God forbid the fortune you get when you have your mom’s height instead of your dad’s.
I was going to yell something back in retort when Julia’s boyfriend
unexpectedly dragged her away in a sloppy but affectionate manner. I just grinned thoughtlessly as Julia gave me a look of “act of contrition” for cutting our little chatting/screaming conference short.
A few seconds later, I discovered why Daniel grabbed his girlfriend back into the dance floor all of a sudden. The speakers started to blare out those soft, mellow love songs you would want to puke at but you still wanted them to be true. I smiled despite myself and sat back on our table, relishing the fact that I could finally relax my sore feet.
“May I?” A self-righteous masculine voice called beside me as I looked at the guy who had his hands offered to me. William. He had that grin about his face and his brown eyes glittered even if it was in fact dark. I didn’t know what he wanted and my feet were sore, but I could think about bodily pain later on when I scarcely even noticed that I was already standing at the dance floor with my hands locked behind his neck and his were the same on the small of my back. I don’t know how or why, but I do know that I was dancing with William.
They played some crappy love song called So Close from Ella Enchanted that I distinguish all too well. I couldn’t be bothered though. It was our song and I was dancing with William. That was all that matters. He stared into me as I did to him. His gaze was making me feel bare, like I was so exposed under his watchful irises. He was my friend, and maybe he was just doing this because of sympathy. Or maybe because he knows. Or maybe because of both. As we continued to sway and glide I felt myself drifting away from reality and more into a fantasy (the music added that effect too). I didn’t know why I said it but before I knew it, it was already hanging in the midair between us.
“Why?” I muttered much like a soft whisper, letting the winds carry it away, sort of regretting why I said it in the first place. I was half expecting him to grimace and tell me the truth that this was some sort of a dare or that he just felt obliged to do this. Instead, his grin got wider, which made him look a little bit foolishly adorable in my point of view. I stared at him with a childish marvel and with my left eye brow raised. I didn’t even hear or see any caveat before he swooped down and invaded my lips.
I was rigid in my place like my shoes were glued to the marble floor. My eyes were closed as intuition kicked in. His lips felt soft and warm. I had fanatical butterflies in my stomach and my heart pounded so loud and so fast I think I’m going to explode. I felt like the world just stopped spinning to marvel at the momentum. And as soon as it started, it also ended. I would’ve pouted at the loss of contact but he smiled to reassure me. I didn’t know what was going on in his brain tonight and neither was I interested to know. All I know for a fact is that my heels are practically killing me, I just got kissed, and I’m dancing right now in the arms of William. So maybe this is why girls wear high heels, so that they don’t get kissed on their foreheads.
Author's Note:
This is so NOT a real story, though it was based on real characters, inspired by real occurences and emotions, and was turned into a 'FICTION' story by your ever-charming, psychotic author, moi. Hope you enjoyed it Audrey. :] (and don't take this seriously people. IT'S NOT TRUE.[well, it sorta used to.])
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Tuesday, October 7, 2008
♥ Confessions of a Heart Breaker
Confessions of a Heart Breaker
♥By: Dhainee Pfafflin♥
She muttered those words she most dreaded to say in a voice made for sin, laced with utmost sincerity and apologies. She was afraid to be in this relationship; not because she was
frightened of commitment. No, that wasn’t it. She was afraid that this would happen.
She was terrified of the thought about the arrival of this day. She knew it would happen
and she resented it. She hated it with every fiber of her being. But she must do what must
be done. She loved him. She knew as much as that. But she also knew deep inside the
darkest pits of her entity that she’ll have to break his innocent, fragile heart that
he oh, so lovingly placed in her delicate, crucial hands. She knew that she will return
his heart to him broken and in tatters. While he, on the other hand, cared for her
heart with all his life and soul. Like as if it was his own infant in his arms. Yet she,
the ice queen, carelessly tossed around his poor, wounded, ignorant heart like it was
nothing but a piece of garbage, ready for its tragic faith upon her mercy.
She had to let him go; whether it was her choice or not. She ought to set him free
and live his life in misery. She had ruined this boy’s life and hopefully, still hasn’t
caused him to have a phobia in falling in-love. She hoped someday, he would finally
forgive her, and possibly forget her. She hoped someday he would find a woman better than
she was, someone who’d love him as much as he would love her.
“I’m sorry.”
His fantasy world crumbled as slowly and as painfully as it could get. Her words
ringed in his head over and over again until he practically got sick just hearing them. His
knees started to buckle as he tried to stop his tears from falling. He knew it was too good
to be true. She was a princess and he was peasant. All things that surrounded her where
made of precious gems and stones. She was a goddess who walks among mortals. She was
perfect and elegant, her face gives everyone a warm feeling and yet a sinister aura surrounds her cold demeanor. That’s what attracted him to her the most. He knew she was the unreachable. She belonged among the gods and goddesses in the heavens. It was a shame to even lay your eyes upon her all shining glamour. Her pearl white skin looks so smooth you want to touch it, but then at the same time it’s frightening because it’s too beautiful that it seems as if it’s almost impossible to be real. Her eyes were a deep shade of uncanny hazel. Mesmerizing and hypnotizing. Her pearly white face was tinted with pink cheeks and lips filled with a disturbing deep shade of roses, It’s hard to believe that she was real. She looks as if she was someone created from an illusion; fiction; a mere dream and fantasy. You would want to stare at her as much as you can; scared that in a blink of an eye, she might disappear. She could bring you heaven and hell all together. She was a brief taste of utopia and a permanent memory of pain and misery. The very first time he met her, he could see heartbreak queen written all over her pretty little
face. Yet he still took the chance and entered the game. He gambled his heart. He was no
expert on any of this games; he knew that, she knew that, they both knew that. She was an
expert and he was a newbie. The world was harsh and you got to face it; either cower away
in darkness forever or taste bliss for a moment in exchange for an endless, searing pain.
He chose the latter. It was like knowing that she would hurt you but still hoping that she
won’t. But she will, and she just did. It’s the painful dawning of actual realization of
a tragic and poignant reality. It was his own fault anyway. She has quite a name for
herself and she owned the crown of most hearts broken.
She has never felt so guilty all her life. Through this whole game she has never
felt this much misery and umbrage. It was wrong. It was so wrong. She’s Valentine freaking Johnson. Yes, her name is Valentine. She was named after the date of her birth. Ironic
isn’t it? Maybe she has played this game of love from her past life. Maybe ever since she
was born, she was meant to break people’s hearts and never find her one true love because
she’s already scared him away. Funny, how the queen of heartbreak's also afraid to get
her own cold stone heartbroken.
“I understand.” He finally said against the will of his brain to scream for an explanation.
How could she do this? How could she just take your heart oh so easily and break it like a
twig right in front of you at the most unexpected moment?
Nobody could've ever done it in a much more agonizing and sophisticated way than she did. They stood in front of each other in an awkward and suffocating stillness. He could taste the animosity of pain and despair with the air he was breathing. The ambiance was unmusically silent and the tranquility was almost too tragic to bear; knowing that he was collapsing and disintegrating on the inside. His heart was aching and his flesh and blood burned with scorching woe and sorrow.
There was a dire elegance lingering in her eyes as she looked into his grief-stricken ones. His brown eyes were filled with desolation. They were almost pleading for her to take back her words; pleading to be able to plunge into her mentality to seek out for the answers to his questions or to a certain extent try to modify her verdict. In the back of his mind he was beseeching... hoping for this to be a horrible nightmare, for this to be some sort of a sick joke, for it to be anything but reality.
After a few more moments of distressing calm she finally let go of the breath she didn't know she was holding.
"I have to go." Liar. The voice on her head spat at her heatedly. She got absolutely nothing to do but sit on her bed, watch TV, eat her food, and act like a cold, heartless, spoiled bitch that she is.
"See you around then." Liar. The voice on his head spat at him heatedly. He didn't want to see her again. Seeing her every time he closes his eyes, wherever he looks, hearing her name from every mouth that opens is more than enough for him to break down on his knees and cry like a big, stupid baby.
She breathed one last time and twirled the keys of her car in her fragile, delicate, yet wicked hands.
"Bye." Forever.
"Bye." Hello, infinite pain and misery.
She walked down the pavement into her parked car. Every moment seemed to be spent in a deafening silence. She felt the cold metal doors on her fingers and she opened it. she stopped for one brief, painful moment and gazed back at his figure. She gave him one grief-filled smile and slid herself inside.
He watched her drive away in her glossy, black Acura TSX as the throbbing nuisance multiplied its impact in his entity. The clock of pain and melancholy is ticking too piercingly and it’s echoing in his head over and over again.
“Goodbye.” He whispered once more into thin air and turned his back.
She gripped the steering wheel tightly as tears finally fell down her eyes. Her tacit cries
of woe and regret fell in each tear. She stepped on gas more fervently than necessary. She drove not knowing and not caring where she'll go. She just wanted to get away; away from everything… forever.
“I’m sorry, goodbye.” The words that burned her throat had finally escaped the lover’s lips.
Goodbye, forever.
Message from your loving writer:
OMG!!! lol. I'm so sorry. There were no hotties on my list today. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story!!! It just came to me... because of... stuff. >.>
Yays! Let me know what you guys think! Comments please?
I would really appreciate your reviews. NO FLAMING PLEASE. Constructive criticisms are encouraged. Wee!
...and I'm off.
Labels: confessions, Dhainee Pfafflin, heartbreak, heartbreaker, player, playgirl
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008
♥ Update message from the writer
I know I've never tried to actually get in touch with my readers like this. I always present you guys with the formal introductions and shiz like that. I'm sorry I haven't been updating and I haven't written the stories I'm supposed to write (e.i. memories in the rain 2 & silent promises). I'm really, really sorry. I've been too busy and I haven't found any inspiration to write these two. I'm currently working on another story right now. I already finished the rough draft. I only need to finish the furnishing. And I've also decided to let somebody beta-read my stories here. I'll be using the same beta I have from fanfiction.net... if she doesn't mind that is. I hate having grammatical errors on my stories.
I've been too busy in school these days. My guitar lessons, NFL, Math Court, homework and projects, and the usual high school drama. My first quarter finals are going to be this Friday so I guess I'll be able to have some free time by next week. As usual, my next story is going to be about love. If any of you have any idea for a part II of Memories in the Rain, I'd gladly accept it. Oh, and I also write fanfics about Bleach and sometimes I do special requests. ;)
Who knows, I might be in a good mood to write for someone.
Well, I'm getting bored with the usual story/poem writing and posting I've been doing. So I decided to start a new tradition; naming at least one 'MIND BOGGLING ONLINE HOTTIE'. These are hot internet celebrities. Now, I'm not sure wether I should add girls on the list too for the guys. I know most of my readers are girls but I know some guy ones. If the GUYS want me to list some cute girls that they can easily contact online, just inform me. Oh, and one more thing... These people don't know me and I don't know them.
Mind Boggling Online Hotties:
I've been too busy in school these days. My guitar lessons, NFL, Math Court, homework and projects, and the usual high school drama. My first quarter finals are going to be this Friday so I guess I'll be able to have some free time by next week. As usual, my next story is going to be about love. If any of you have any idea for a part II of Memories in the Rain, I'd gladly accept it. Oh, and I also write fanfics about Bleach and sometimes I do special requests. ;)
Who knows, I might be in a good mood to write for someone.
Well, I'm getting bored with the usual story/poem writing and posting I've been doing. So I decided to start a new tradition; naming at least one 'MIND BOGGLING ONLINE HOTTIE'. These are hot internet celebrities. Now, I'm not sure wether I should add girls on the list too for the guys. I know most of my readers are girls but I know some guy ones. If the GUYS want me to list some cute girls that they can easily contact online, just inform me. Oh, and one more thing... These people don't know me and I don't know them.
Mind Boggling Online Hotties:
- Matthew Lush www.matthewlush.com
- Alex Evans www.alexevans.com
- Mitchell Davis www.youtube.com/livelavalive
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Monday, September 8, 2008
♥ Dear Boy,
Dear Boy,
♥by: Dhainee Pfafflin ♥
I keep staring at a blank page with nothing sensible enough to be written. It’s because you keep plaguing my mind over and over again that I can’t even think straight. I don’t know how long I’ll last living like this. I hate knowing that I know I’m falling for someone who will never fall for me. I hate the feeling I get when you look my way and a failing hope rises and it strengthens my ignorant expectations. I hate it when you do just a simple thing and I take it the other way with a much, much more deep and unrealistic significance. I wish I could say all this things to you. I wish I have that kind of strength… but unfortunately I don’t.
I hope I’ll stop falling for you… but falling can’t be stopped. I know that because I’ve been there, done that. It’s always painful when I reach the bottom of this endless and painful pit of heartache. But you know in the back of my mind I’m still hoping, still wishing, that you’ll be there to catch me. I know its stupid and it only happens in fairytales but hey, I’m a just a girl with an impractical dream. Don’t worry; none of these will ever hurt you.
xoxo
girl
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Saturday, August 30, 2008
♥ I Felt Your Lips Upon the Downpour
I Felt Your Lips Upon the Downpour♥ by: Dhainee Pfafflin ♥
A tale of horror in all others’ sight
A dying hope and menace in light
Comfort he brings and warms my nights
No sign of a shiver nor of fright
She grabbed the book from its bookshelf almost carelessly and laid it upon her waiting arms primed to accept a grave consignment of mind-numbing information printed in undersized letters with immense words that you didn’t even know existed. She vociferously sighed, visibly expressing her distress. This was one of the consequences of her spending all night long watching DVDs and not doing her research online. What a horrible state for a cheerleader. She, the president of the student council, the editor in chief of the school newspaper, was the biggest nerd who ever existed in the history of biggest nerds. Regardless of that fact, her physical veneer didn’t reflect any of those traits of astuteness. She was a cheerleader and the president of the school Dance Troop. Yes, she loved dancing. But what she would be keen on more at the moment was to get her ass out of the library. Just as she motioned to take a seat a pair of strong arms took hold of her by the shoulder with a mulish grin imprinted on the appearance of its owner.
“Elle! It’s raining!” he excitedly declared like as if the sky just decided to shower down gold. She raised her left eyebrow elegantly, in a way only nobles could execute and glanced at the window and back at him.
“I can see that Eric. So what the hell are you doing in the library? This is the LI-BRA-RY. Remember?” She emphasized the word library in an effort to get her point across the offending boy in front of her. “In case you’re lost, the gym is the third hall to your left.”
He loved her sarcasm. That’s what made him fall for her. She wasn’t just any kind of girl that you could see jumping up and down in a mini skirt with pompoms. To be honest, she was the laziest workaholic he’s ever met. She had the moral fiber to be sardonic and to stand for herself. She wasn’t a pushover, she wasn’t dumb, and she is SO not dorky. Despite their mutual attraction that still didn’t stop her from insulting him from time to time, and vice versa. They’d still fight for half an hour and make out the next and fight again. She’d cheer for him and he’d win for her. They were akin to a total attracting, opposite poles of a magnet. He didn’t respond back to her and just clutched her wrist and ran through the door.
“Mr. Matthews you are not allowed to scream or run around in the library like as if this is the gym!” the librarian, yelled as the couple dashed through her desk. Mrs. Smith shook her head in disagreement. She never understood how a young woman as faultless and prim as Elle Johnson would stick up with a boy as loud, boisterous, untamed, rude, uncouth, and vulgar and oh, she could go on and on! It’s impossible! It’s like the beauty and the beast with no opportunity of turning the beast into a loving prince. It’s like pairing a street scoundrel with a deity from the most divine of all heavens. She sighed in defiant and hoped oh-so badly that the girl will see the light sooner.
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Smith!” Elle managed to shout an apology as she was being dragged helplessly by her idiot of a boyfriend. Still confused of what has gotten onto this imbecile’s mind she really can’t do much but just let herself to be dragged like a rag doll. “Slow down Eric! You’re gonna break my hand off! What’s gotten into you anyway?” he disregarded her and sustained running until they were outside of the school building. He dragged her out completely in the pouring rainfall and stopped in the middle of the football field.
“What is wrong with you?! It’s freaking raining you idiot!” She stomped her feet as she was getting drenched by the icy rain. Her boyfriend just smiled at her. Still baffled she tilted her head to the side to try to decipher the implication of his lopsided grin. She had the most stunning hazel eyes that turns from vivid yellow-orange to radiant brown with just a speck of sunlight or when her mood changes. He just stared at those ethereal irises and knew he was in love. Still confused, she rolled her eyes when she didn’t get an answer and started walking off.
He seized her by the arm and swiftly kissed her before she could go any further. He kissed her intensely, passionately, affectionately, and sincerely. She reciprocated the kiss and linked her arms on his neck as he takes hold of her by the waist. She stood on her tip toes as the kiss prolonged and they only stopped when the need for oxygen became exorbitant. They looked each other in the eyes as they both drowned in each other’s soul. The downpour continued with no signs of ceasing. They both laughed at the inanity of the circumstances as they started into a slow dance without melody. She rested her head on his broad chest and allowed a soft giggle to escape from her lips. He buried his face into her hair and soaked himself in her scent. He loved how her hair smells so good with just merely her shampoo and she doesn’t smell like those girls who seem to shower themselves with bottles of expensive perfumes every time. She loved his broad chest that seems so strong and his huge arms that seem like they were made to embrace her. They enjoyed each other’s company as they continued dancing in the rain. The comfortable silence that was shared by the duo just made them desire to stop time and just stay frozen at this moment in time. He knew she loved the rain… and he loved everything that she loves. He’ll do anything just to make her smile and make her happy.
He let go of her left hand as he grabbed something from his pocket. He produced a palm sized black box with a silver ribbon. He abruptly stopped dancing and showed the box to her. She was taken aback and just stared at the box and him. She smiled at him in a baffled manner and took the box from his hands. “Open it.” He motioned and took a step from her to see her more clearly. She looked at him once more and disentangled the ribbon. She gradually opened the cover and was astonished to see a silver necklace with a heart diamond encrusted pendant. Her mouth slowly opened as she caressed it oh-so lightly with her supple and cold hands. He smiled foolishly and told her, “Read the back.” She raised the necklace and looked at the backside. It said ‘I love you –Eric’. She was at the threshold of crying when he took the necklace from her hands and made her turn around. She did as she was ordered and held her hair with her hands to prevent it from obscuring his sight. As soon as he was done she hugged him as tight as she could manage and cried for the sake of it. “I love you too.” She whispered as she buried her face in his chest as he embraced her tighter.
“Happy first rain of the year, Elle.” She giggled and looked at him.
“I love the rain.” She admitted.
“As much as you love me?” she just giggled and kissed him dead flat on the lips.
“What does that tell you?” she asked.
“Hmm… I don’t know… you could try again though.” He joked as he captured her lips again for a searing kiss.
“You, my friend, are a pathetic excuse for a big Mr. Softy.” She said as soon as they finished the kiss.
“And you, my friend, are a pathetic excuse for a big pain in the ass.”
“Look who’s talking.” She said with a hint of charade in her tone.
“This is SO going to the yearbook!” Mike screamed as he looked at his digital camera to check out the photo.
“Mike! You idiot!” Elle glared.
“How long have you been standing there, man?” Eric asked his hands still on her waist.
“Long enough to capture the most romantic couple of the year on video and several romantic photographs.” Mike proclaimed quite proudly.
“If I were you, I’d start running.” Elle told him as a matter-of-factly. Mike realized his mistake as his eyes grew wide.
“Oh damn.” He muttered as he ran for the door… with Eric trailing madly after him. Eric went for a dash to grab hold of the idiot who ruined their moment… but not before he stole one fleeting kiss from his dripping wet girlfriend.
“I’ll meet you on your locker.” He whispered as he ran as fast as he could. She nodded and watched the chase emit. Mike is so gonna regret ever taking those photos and videos. He better send her a copy! She just laughed and shook her head unconscientiously. The rain continued to fall upon her really soaked body and she looked up the heavens to feel the rain on her face. She breathed the cool breeze and raised her hand to caress her necklace. She looked around and tried to remember what had just transpired. She walked across the field with a smile on her face. She’ll need to hit the shower as soon as possible. And suddenly, her eyes went wide at an impulsive commemoration… her research paper! Eric is in a hell lot of trouble.
Love is all in its color
Full of shine and glamour
But all who’s scared to view its contour
Love is nothing but a tale of horror
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Saturday, August 23, 2008
♥ Dear Cheater
Dear Cheater,
♥by:Dhainee
Pfafflin♥
I ascended 13 floors through the elevator and as I
walk through the well-lit lobby of your condo building I could hear the clicking
of my stiletto heels against the cold marble floor beneath. It was so silent…
too silent for that matter. The ambiance felt eerie strolling along the
corridors knowing it’ll probably be my last. I reached your door and fixed the
fictional ruffle of my new little black dress that I bought for the occasion. I
inhaled deeply and produced a sickly sweet smile. I brought my black manicured
nails and made contact with your door bell.
I felt cold and uneasy yet at the same time I was besieged with fortitude for reprisal. Not long after you opened the door and revealed yourself. Your eyes were mischievous and you flashed me your badass ‘lean-on-the-door’ pose.
“Hey stranger.” You started.
“Hey sexy, I’m Lara, your girlfriend, nice to meet you.” I joked back and offered to shake your hands.
“Well, hello there, my hot girlfriend.” You answered as you grabbed my hand and laced it around your neck and you snaked your huge muscular arms around my waist. I noticed you wore your button-up, blue Polo shirt that I gave to you for our last anniversary. The first 4 buttons were open and I could see your well-toned chest. Your eyes roamed from my face downwards to my neck, my cleavage, and my legs. Take in all you can now because I strongly doubt that there will be a next time. You stare back into my eyes again and I smirk. I still wonder how after what you’ve done you could still look me in the eye like as if you were a well-behaved private school boy who followed every single rule in the damned handbook. You pushed me back and I used my left foot to close the door behind me and a second later that I felt my full back against it. I grabbed a handful of your tresses as I felt your hands rubbing my bare back earnestly. Your green irises are like my drug. They’re so addictive, hypnotic, and so toxic. You inched your god-like façade closer to me and I didn’t wait any longer. I crushed my lips hard against yours and pushed you back into the couch. You kissed me oh-so intensely and I kissed you with the same vigor. How long it lasted only hell knows.
A kiss; an engagement of lips
A battle for domination
A sign of affection
Or a passion of dejection
My purse fell limp on the floor as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Mine fought with love, passion, and anger. With yours, I wasn’t sure. I wonder how many girls have you kissed like this lately, how many of them do you greet and touch the same way you do to me, how many of them actually believes that you love them. The pill rolled off my tongue and into your throat. You scarcely even felt it until you chocked. You were too busy shoving your tongue into my throat that you didn’t even know I was trying to murder you. You looked into my eyes, this time, desire was replaced with bewilderment and you looked utterly appalled. You should have seen your face. Your green eyes were huge beyond belief and masterful mouth ajar. You look too beautiful for a dying man.
A poison in a pill
That look in your eyes; what thrill
My sweet, you broke the deal
Toxic love goes for the kill
“I saw you with another woman.” I finally said after a slow, painful stillness. I helped myself off of you and you remained wordless and shocked.
“I saw you kiss her.” You’re dying, don’t defend yourself anymore. I paused and continued, “You haven’t perfected the art of cheating, love. You picked the wrong girl to cheat on.” Your body was motionless and your eyes were still large with your jaws also partly open. I presume the poison has already impaled your celestial body. I fell to my knees as guilt, umbrage and remorse washed over me. That’s when I approached your stationary figure and closed your beautiful jade eyes and mouth with my own hands. Tearfully, I bent down near your face and placed one last kiss upon your icy, dead lips that used to make my knees weak. They were so dexterous; how you would lash and tangle your tongue against mine, how your lips give me that burning sensation every time you kiss me. I admit that I’m not expecting anyone to kiss better than you. Well, honey, this is good bye. I spare one more glance at you as I stood up. I looked around me and noticed the dimly-lit room. How romantic. My gaze lingered onto your kitchen… you prepared a candle-lit dinner for two. How charming. Too bad it’s all insignificant now. As I half-opened your door I glanced at you again with the final glance I spare at you. I remember when you told me that you’ll love me ‘till death. Well, this is it; this is death… perhaps without love.
In our love game, you cheated
But I’m not that easy to deceive
I’m sorry, love, you can’t be trusted
As you die in my arms, I weep
As soon as I reached my own condo I went without delay to my bathroom and washed my make-up off. The water felt cold on my face and the feelings and images kept on hunting me. I gaze up to the mirror and I see a reflection of a lover and a murderer. No matter what I do, I could never wash out my ugly deed away from my conscience. I know as much as that. So I guess I’ll see you in hell, pretty-boy.
xoxoyour lover and your murderer
♥ My
doll smiled.
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