This is a tri-fold, die-cut greeting card for your loved one. I will be posting an envelope and pictures of the prototype when it’s printed and cut. You cut the curve of the phone and you fold the straight vertical lines. When it’s folded, you see that their phone wires actually connect into one line.
She stared at her. The disfigured lady was staring back – the broken pieces are still attached to the wooden board. Luckily, the largest piece was the one that still hung right at her eye level. It’s big enough for her to do her makeup everyday. Besides, there’s no need to spend extra money just for a mirror. There’s the rent, the bills, the premium protein shakes.
She brushed a dash of bronzer on each cheek, lined flawless strokes above her youthful eyes, then finished her ritual with raspberry lip gloss. These are the features appearing on the biggest fragment still hanging on the board. Other pieces reveal distorted sizes of her breasts, waist, and thighs.
Off she went to fetch her boyfriend. It’s been months. They couldn’t wait to meet each other again.
A taxi driver caught sight of her and smiled. He reversed the wheels, letting her in. “Where to, love?” “The airport, please,” smiling back. My diet’s been working, she thought. And when he sees me, he shall not be able to resist me.
She spotted him in the crowd. He beamed. Then he glanced at another woman. She’s in her late thirties, in a French bun, minimal makeup, and a handsome trench coat. For a moment there, she’s a sight, the center of all attention.
Her heart slipped with a thud, her shoulders fell into gravity. One day she will no longer be pretty. One day, the shattered fragments will obscure her. One day, the wood will age and cripple, and nothing between him and her will ever be as they are now.
She felt a hug from behind: “I’ve missed you so much.”
Do not confuse your prejudice with sagacity. Just because her speech is laconic doesn’t mean she carries around a closed mind. Besides, look at yourself: What good is it to use a turgid language on anyone, especially when you’re judging someone negatively, even before you get to know them?
: indicating sexual interest or expressive of lust and lewdness.
You can catch the ardour in her voice. “Therefore, I would like to make a toast for all the gentlemen in this room who has contributed their generous kindness to our foundation,” she raised her glass. With that speech, the room applauded like torrents of rainstorm falling down the earth, and feminism shall wipe out the growing body of rapists in the nation. The victims shall receive the proper education they deserved, thanks to this night’s fundraising gala dinner.
Seriously, why are there so many angry people out there? Do they want power so much that they want to dominate as many vaginas as possible?
Anyway, I’m proud to say that this woman, the founder of Women Against Rape and also the author of The Idealist Inside: How To Unleash The Do-Gooder Within, is mine and for mine alone, even though these “gentlemen” in the room look like rapists who are ready to pounce on her whenever she moves. They all look like monkeys dressed in suits. Fucking expensive suits.
When the MC takes over, she spotted where I was standing, then catapulted out of the stage. She grabbed my hand and we’re heading toward the empty backstage. It’s dark but I can still see her angelic face. She quickly undressed me, with all her lasciviousness that are only for my eyes, as if she’s some hungry animal that’s been waiting too long for her feast, the real woman underneath all the media coverage and public attention.
Her skin so soft, so sweet, and yet she’s so hungry for my attention. I gripped both her hands, she touched me at all the right places. I locked each of her leg under my arms, and she pushed her chest further forward to me, surrendering her all to me.
We were dry-humping all night long , throughout then I kept thinking of the perfect way to propose to this amazing woman, just as I’ve been doing whenever her naked body is laying against mine. All these time, who am I to think I deserve her? It’s been years, and my only wish has been to give this woman all that I’ve got, to convince her the perfect way that I want all of her for myself – my best-of-the-best friend, my lovely, sultry tigress, my impeccably horny virgin.
First of all, I apologize if this short story is slightly R-rated, but I think it’s fun. The most important thing is the point of the story, right? Manly sweetness (Is that even a proper description?!)
By now I’m guessing that you’re wondering where I get these words daily. Well, for one thing, I’m always either at the moment reading a good novel. Check out my library for what I’m currently reading right now. I’m thinking of writing 1 book review by the end of the year, as I’ve read so many books but have never done a book review before.
I also read the paper on a daily basis, as I have my iPad in hand everywhere I go and Twitter on my BlackBerry to keep me up-to-date. I’m also always reading interesting magazine articles. And these are the sources of new words I get daily – as apparently I read voraciously, but couldn’t keep up to the new words I learn everyday. So, this vocabulary practice is kind of a way for me to remember the new words I came across.
As I’ve said before, what better way than keeping a vocabulary notebook to improve the art of self-expression? :)