This is me actually writing fiction. Something I'm fond of. The prompt was: "proposal turned down" though it evolved into sort of something else.
Lady Veronique observed the man kneeling in front of her with some regret. Some, but not much. She was beginning to get used to this sort of thing. And by this sort of thing, what was meant, of course, was being cruel. Generally leading people on. It was, apparently, what she did to the people she really liked.
"Veronique, please, will you end my suspense?" Lord Jacque asked.
She could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. She sighed and walked towards the piano bench. She sat delicately, smoothing skirt, lifting it just slightly above her ankles. She tilted her head, flashed a painted smirk. It was an art form, really.
"Now, Jacque. You know I simply adore you, but really, I just can't be presumed upon to marry at this time." She sighed and looked at her lacy slippers, just peeking out from her rose-coloured skirt.
He did not seem very phased yet. "Veronique, please. I will do anything you ask. Just be my wife."
She laughed, a light, airy laugh. This was all so easy. She lowered her eyes to her feet, then raised them, fluttering to his face. "Truly, anything?" she asked, with utmost sincerity and innocence.
He nodded, entranced.
She allowed a blush to travel from her throat to her cheeks. "Oh, I couldn't!" she exclaimed, examining the lace on the pillow she was sitting on. Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her eyes to his face again. He had very blue eyes. Very pretty. And he was so very much in love with her.
"Veronique," he repeated. "What will you ask me? What can I do to win your affections?"
She could have snorted. She could have screamed. She wanted to scream and claw at him with her perfect nails, claw at his arms and his face and-- "You could kill the king," she said, laughing her beautiful, tinkling laugh. "I did always wish to be queen, you know. All the beauty and loveliness of royalty. And you, of course, would be my king." She tilted her head again, curled her lips into a smile, winked one eye mysteriously. (It's a joke. Laugh. Laugh. Don't listen to anything I say.)
He did laugh. An awkward, forced laugh, glancing at the floor, the tapestries, anything but her. Finally, he did glance up, giving her a fiercely searching look.
She was bright, all smiles and blushing cheeks.
He laughed again and got to his feet. "Well, Veronique." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, just a brush, a hint of passion. "My dear murderess," he said, with a louder, jollier laugh this time. "I will win you in time, my dear."
He let go of her hand and walked away. She watched him out the door, realizing within a moment that she would be queen. She drew up into a straighter posture, squared her jaw, and smiled. It was all so easy.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Playradioplay! (and other spiffy stuff)
So, since I have nothing more exciting to say, I thought I would let you all know that I am in love with the band PlayRadioPlay! Even if the lead singer looks like he's on drugs, occasionally sounds like he's on drugs, and I don't even know that many of their songs.
But anyone who can write these lyrics: "I am a pirate; you are a princess; we could sail the seven seas..." is clearly amazing. <3 <3 <3 This is pretty much the song of my life. Sort of. How I pretend my life is. But you can sort of surmise that the whole song is about rejecting growing up, which is also something I'm quite fond of, as was duly noted in my previous post.
{Random aside} I was also considering writing a story about this song. More or less, it would be about a country, and their princess has run off with a crew of pirates, and they're sort of sighing about the dreadful occurrence, but their view of it is more or less, "Well, I suppose there's nothing we can do." But then, the king brings in a bunch of bounty hunters and tells them there will be a large reward for bringing her back, and this one guy teams up with this other girl, because she has knowledge of some other treasure they could get along the way but needs him for something or other, so they go, and run into the Stories which are people who are sort of whole worlds on their own. Which makes very little sense, but as an example, they go to this tower with a Rapunzelish girl and there's hair everywhere, following out the window and such, but inside it's a lot bigger than the outside, and it's a whole different world where she's waiting for someone to wake her up, but if she were killed or something from someone from the real world, it would just be a dead girl in a tower and not the entire other kingdom. Aanyway...just a random idea that I probably won't ever write...I really didn't realize it was so involved...hmm...
I'm also somewhat fond of the song "Madi Don't Leave." Without a comma where it should be. Ordinarily, that sort of error would drive me insane, but it doesn't bother me when it's artistically done. Like, ooh, E.E. Cummings! You look at his poems and wonder where in the world grammar and punctuation went, but it's AMAZING. Very...emotional. Although some of his poems are sort of raunchy. I only recently realized that poems even had the capability of being raunchy, but apparently they do. I find it very odd. But I'm most fond of "i carry your heart with me" and "in a middle of a room." The latter is highly depressing, but it's still beautiful, and it makes so much sense! Like, I feel like it has the same sort of themes behind it as a story I wrote once, called um...now I don't remember what it's called. How sad is that? The one with Adelaide on the island who wasn't Real. I was never very satisfied with the title, I think.
Anyway, after the long ramble...I feel like the lack of a comma here is artistically done as well, even if not on purpose. Oh and this other song, I don't even know how it goes, but it's called "Some Crap About the Furniture" even though it has nothing to do with furniture. Some people might call it strange, but I think it's brilliant. Not sure why. Perhaps I read too much into these things.
I suppose that's all I have to say for the moment. Signing off.
But anyone who can write these lyrics: "I am a pirate; you are a princess; we could sail the seven seas..." is clearly amazing. <3 <3 <3 This is pretty much the song of my life. Sort of. How I pretend my life is. But you can sort of surmise that the whole song is about rejecting growing up, which is also something I'm quite fond of, as was duly noted in my previous post.
{Random aside} I was also considering writing a story about this song. More or less, it would be about a country, and their princess has run off with a crew of pirates, and they're sort of sighing about the dreadful occurrence, but their view of it is more or less, "Well, I suppose there's nothing we can do." But then, the king brings in a bunch of bounty hunters and tells them there will be a large reward for bringing her back, and this one guy teams up with this other girl, because she has knowledge of some other treasure they could get along the way but needs him for something or other, so they go, and run into the Stories which are people who are sort of whole worlds on their own. Which makes very little sense, but as an example, they go to this tower with a Rapunzelish girl and there's hair everywhere, following out the window and such, but inside it's a lot bigger than the outside, and it's a whole different world where she's waiting for someone to wake her up, but if she were killed or something from someone from the real world, it would just be a dead girl in a tower and not the entire other kingdom. Aanyway...just a random idea that I probably won't ever write...I really didn't realize it was so involved...hmm...
I'm also somewhat fond of the song "Madi Don't Leave." Without a comma where it should be. Ordinarily, that sort of error would drive me insane, but it doesn't bother me when it's artistically done. Like, ooh, E.E. Cummings! You look at his poems and wonder where in the world grammar and punctuation went, but it's AMAZING. Very...emotional. Although some of his poems are sort of raunchy. I only recently realized that poems even had the capability of being raunchy, but apparently they do. I find it very odd. But I'm most fond of "i carry your heart with me" and "in a middle of a room." The latter is highly depressing, but it's still beautiful, and it makes so much sense! Like, I feel like it has the same sort of themes behind it as a story I wrote once, called um...now I don't remember what it's called. How sad is that? The one with Adelaide on the island who wasn't Real. I was never very satisfied with the title, I think.
Anyway, after the long ramble...I feel like the lack of a comma here is artistically done as well, even if not on purpose. Oh and this other song, I don't even know how it goes, but it's called "Some Crap About the Furniture" even though it has nothing to do with furniture. Some people might call it strange, but I think it's brilliant. Not sure why. Perhaps I read too much into these things.
I suppose that's all I have to say for the moment. Signing off.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Can't You Just Pretend to be Nice?
(this is me, venting)
So, a couple things that really annoy me:
People not using proper grammar and punctuation. (Do we need to go back to elementary school?)
People saying they like "everything" by a certain author. (Until you've read EVERYTHING they've ever written and ever will write, you don't know that.)
People you used to know pretending they have nothing to do with you. (Hey, remember when we used to be friends and build tunnels in sand boxes and pretend we were orphans surviving in the wilderness together?)
Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe I'm being snarky and rude for no reason. Honestly, I don't know anymore. I'm not sure what my problem is. Just for the sake of some fun, maybe I will outline a bit of it...
Growing up. I suppose that really sums up the whole thing. For those of you who are confused: The Boy used to be one of my best friends ever. We got along swimmingly until we just stopped ever seeing each other. Awkwardness ensued. Especially for me, I think, because I sort of have/had a crush on him, and...I don't know. He has pretty eyes. Not the point.
Anywho, the Boy is very involved in the Youth Group & Sunday School crew who are slightly...cliquey? This may be my biased imagination. I never really went to Youth Group because I have dance class that night, and most of them are from the other town that is rather close to my town but still separate, so I don't know any of them. Sunday School is sort of excruciatingly awkward, and I have always had this vague feeling that they're somehow all better than me. So I sort have these mixed feelings of having this super snarky 'you guys are cliquey and annoying and cliche' attitude while secretly wanting to be them, but knowing I just don't fit in. Ah, the intense angst of teenagerism. *snort* I can't believe I'm writing this. *FAIL*
So the Boy and I pretty much don't ever talk anymore. We move in different circles. Which is fine. Occasionally, I like to stalk his facebook profile and make snarky remarks about it in my head. Occasionally, I actually say something to him. And I would be spiffycool about the whole thing if he replied to me like a normal person. But he sort of has this tone of, "I don't know why you're talking to me and am only going to make very basic responses." And he didn't use punctuation, which really ticked me off.
I suppose, overall, I'm exaggerating the situation into some sort of angsty ridiculous thing. I'm sure he doesn't mean to be rude and standoffish. I'm sure he really isn't very rude and standoffish. I'm just feeling the full force of intense teenagerism angst. And Growing Up and Growing Apart really are two of the suckiest things in the world.
So, a couple things that really annoy me:
People not using proper grammar and punctuation. (Do we need to go back to elementary school?)
People saying they like "everything" by a certain author. (Until you've read EVERYTHING they've ever written and ever will write, you don't know that.)
People you used to know pretending they have nothing to do with you. (Hey, remember when we used to be friends and build tunnels in sand boxes and pretend we were orphans surviving in the wilderness together?)
Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe I'm being snarky and rude for no reason. Honestly, I don't know anymore. I'm not sure what my problem is. Just for the sake of some fun, maybe I will outline a bit of it...
Growing up. I suppose that really sums up the whole thing. For those of you who are confused: The Boy used to be one of my best friends ever. We got along swimmingly until we just stopped ever seeing each other. Awkwardness ensued. Especially for me, I think, because I sort of have/had a crush on him, and...I don't know. He has pretty eyes. Not the point.
Anywho, the Boy is very involved in the Youth Group & Sunday School crew who are slightly...cliquey? This may be my biased imagination. I never really went to Youth Group because I have dance class that night, and most of them are from the other town that is rather close to my town but still separate, so I don't know any of them. Sunday School is sort of excruciatingly awkward, and I have always had this vague feeling that they're somehow all better than me. So I sort have these mixed feelings of having this super snarky 'you guys are cliquey and annoying and cliche' attitude while secretly wanting to be them, but knowing I just don't fit in. Ah, the intense angst of teenagerism. *snort* I can't believe I'm writing this. *FAIL*
So the Boy and I pretty much don't ever talk anymore. We move in different circles. Which is fine. Occasionally, I like to stalk his facebook profile and make snarky remarks about it in my head. Occasionally, I actually say something to him. And I would be spiffycool about the whole thing if he replied to me like a normal person. But he sort of has this tone of, "I don't know why you're talking to me and am only going to make very basic responses." And he didn't use punctuation, which really ticked me off.
I suppose, overall, I'm exaggerating the situation into some sort of angsty ridiculous thing. I'm sure he doesn't mean to be rude and standoffish. I'm sure he really isn't very rude and standoffish. I'm just feeling the full force of intense teenagerism angst. And Growing Up and Growing Apart really are two of the suckiest things in the world.
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