"Are you speaking now?"       His heart skipped like a gaunt gazelle's that a churning cheetah is bent on killing. Its light limbs in the air teasing the bruised breeze complementing the apt atmosphere. He needed to do something before his gazelle would be wrung at the neck by the purposed Cheetah. He decided to make it run in curves. Like the wanky waves of the sassy sea does. Or even like an asp or adder do when interest or zeal bewitched it. His light limbs aided the recently conceived idea and it was fostered. The Cheetah seemed to be wearing out; his own curves should be maintained:       "You're beautiful!"        Was that curve the next to prune? He couldn't answer that rhetoric. Who would? He didn't know if he'd said the right thing to her. He was afraid to plunge into the bothers eating up hi

    "You were supposed to do that!"      The owner of those words stood abruptly and paved the length ire makes you. Her visage began to shrink as wielded whiskers stood in awe of the marred mood. It was not actually rage, it was more than that. Probably she was wrong or she was not thinking straightly. Her thoughts had been smothered into smooth smithereens by his prior statement. She looked across the pack as her eerie eyes widened. She needed to calm herself. She needed to shun the raging cum lousy thoughts. Probably her stance was defected. Probably she was the one who was wrong. She couldn't be sure. She had the rage shunned but would admit it to him. She paved further, with her pride choking gaunt guts.       Apt azure was beginning to etch a cluster of sketches on its cloth. Such designs of rare radiance and spooky seals. Its eyes shone and took a walk to the next Checkpoi

        "Your turn"        She had no idea what next to play. The game was already towards the ending and the board was locked. She tried thinking of something but it was to no avail. Lots of words like waves of the sea surged in ripples, coursing through her mental ken. She was made to feel stupid. Nobody said that to her, but she felt like she was. The feeling was strange and strong. She was quite the queen of words, but her brain was void at that moment. Like all the words had been swept out by some spiritual broom. She hated the thought. It was nauseating. She needed to do something urgently, but had no idea what that should be. That kinda game sucked twelve bags of annoyance. It was quite the educative one, but was matter-of-factly murderous. If using the dictionary was an option, she'd be very glad. If just to check up just a word, to affirm if the letters she was forming in her head pointed at

       "What'd you think?"       Those three words. They wouldn't had expected him to say more than that. He'd walked up to Paul firstly and tossed an idea of having sometimes with the ladies. After that, they'd both gone to meet the ladies and were together at the moment. Theere had not being a teacher in the class. They felt the tuning time sleeping away from their grasps. They needed help. They needed help with doing something. They wouldn't just seat and expect some miracles to happen. They were students and were expected to act it. They'd gone out of their class and were sitting on two block-chairs under a tree.       They'd been seated for like five minutes and none of them was going to say anything. He knew quite alright that Paul was being conscious of what to say because he was with his yet to be girlfriend. He was obviously watching his steps with her. He need

        "Be frank, were you sincere?"        He hadn't seen Paul got pretty serious like that in a long while. His eyes were etched in the socket of curiosity and were utterly piercing. His voice was glazed with tactic tone and torn texture. It's been a while he'd seen him thus. He was so alarmed. Quaking situations take into brutal account the spikes and spines of felon feelings. His interest was neither severed nor smothered. He only needed to be sure of what to say. The rhythm such sentence had supplanted in his consciousness was not outta the world. Not prettily new or eeriely stanced. Even if they belonged to those peers, would he give a damn? Paul surely had something to that.        He wasn't really afraid of what to say, neither was he skeptical. Of course he knew what to say and when to. His words wouldn't be far-fetched. He wasn't actually questionin