Monday, February 14, 2011

For my Valentine: A Verse of Love

Guess who I'm loving this year?

The gorgeous Samantha Mabry !

In case you missed out, this is all part of the Valentine's Day Lovefest happening around blogosphere. And Samantha, happens to be my secret valentine (yes, yes, it's a cyber rendezvous as you can well see!). For the full list of secret valentines, check out Kate Hart's blog.

Back to my lovely valentine..

This one goes out to her:

She sighs like the wind
When overwhelmed by guilt
But often doesn’t that happen
When the ghosts find themselves sharpened
Cos write about the paranormal does she
And Dracula finds a special place in her heart, oh wee!

Old romances she hearts
From The Black Crowes she wouldn’t dart
And in her husband’s arms she finds her place,
Alas, that gives me no solace!

Cos she’s a girl like no other
And with them I wouldn’t bother
But Samantha Mabry stole my heart
And from her I can’t stay apart.

So, on this day of earthly love
With this dove, I send my glove
Oh, sweet dame
Will you keep playing my game?


I hope Cupid's arrow went to the right direction. Wish you all a Very Happy Valentine's Day!


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Teaser Tuesday: The Bonfire

I shared this on YAWN yesterday, just thought since it's Tuesday, I'd share it for Teaser Tuesday. This is Ronni and Ashley on the beach.


‘You’ve got gooseflesh,’ Ashley points out. ‘Want to go somewhere warmer?’ She gestures toward a group surrounding a bonfire, singing along to a boy strumming a guitar.

We don’t have to join them. If we get near, we’ll be warm enough. I nod.

They are singing along to a song by Lynrd Skynrd, laughing and slapping each other’s backs. They seem to be a bunch of college-goers. It feels nice sitting near them.

Ashley talks about school, wanker Conrad and Blake and how they are trying to give each other space but it’s proving hard for her, and it’s no problem to hear all that until the group picks up ABBA and is singing along to Fernando.

It’s like having an unsuspectingly ordinary day until a car suddenly runs you over.
Because all I can hear now is Mum and me singing along to Fernando over the stereo and dancing in our PJs because Mum loved ABBA and made me a fan too.
Ashley’s saying something but I can’t look at her ‘cause suddenly my vision is hazy and I can’t have her seeing me crying. I can’t have anyone seeing me crying. So I turn toward the bonfire party ‘cause these are people who don’t know me and are too busy with themselves to notice anything else. I stare into the fire, hoping the heat will dry me up but one traitor tear wretchedly rolls down and falls on the sand between my legs.

The fire dances with the wind and kisses the moon and as I wait, my face turned to it, I spot Antisocial Boy in the group. Sitting with a girl. And they are talking and she's laughing and he looks so happy socialising, it all makes me terribly depressed and I tell Ashley I have to go home as I have an art project to work on.

She doesn't question me. Art is important. It's what got me into this school.

Only, when I get home I dry retch in the toilet till my stomach hurts and curl up on the floor.
 
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