"What'd you think about the governmental policies?"
She passed the remote control over to him as he switched off the television. She ate her up with the was-that-why-I-passed-it-to-you Kinda ogle. The room was quite the elegant type. The wall television was such the long type that you'd use to mock your height if bent sideways. The sitting room was large. Five chairs in its heart were like placing a mustard seed on a banana leave. Their were arranged such that, three were to the left while the remaining two to the right. A marble table that could metamorphose into stool and flat surface divided the two sets. Churning chandeliers swung in gay to the pleasure they could extract from callous currents of the undaunted electricity. And remaining parts of the parlour were consoled with stools and vases. Twas quite a house!
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"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
"Here's what we call a presentation!" His broad chin swayed to the syllabic acrobatics. He was on the top of the world. That was the kinda feeling he pruned whenever he was teaching. He felt like he was doing the best thing anyone on earth could ever think of. He adjusted his new gotten spectacles that pushed his nose to some eerie exhibition. He was savoring the moment! His eyes met with Sea's as the thought of what had happened on her day of presentation etched salient strokes of smile on his voluptuous visage. He wasn't actually making fun of her. How would he? What teacher does such to his students? Probably the crazy ones who by extensions are cheaters! After Vera 1915 had had her take with the mind blowing presentation, Sea had assumed her stance. She obviously was having sweat oozing out of her hands. How odd and wierd? Many would sweat
"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
"You wanted us to talk." Wasn't that what she was expected to say? Of course! If she didn't say it, then she had no idea what else to say to the guy in blue T-shirt and grey jeans, with some sects of Loafers, seated before her. He wasn't so handsome like the disturbingly-handsome. He was simply breathtaking. He was comely and quite the good looking. She on the other hand was in a pink evening gown to-matched with some sassy Stiletto. She was quite prepared for the day, but had no idea if the guy was. She couldn't and wouldn't push him to talk. The best she could do was prick the string of a prompt which she'd done. What else could she had done? She'd walked into the guy some days back at the Cinema. That week had been tiring and strength sucking for her and she'd thereby knuckled under spending some of the hours of the nig
"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
"What'd you think about Dreg. You like him?" Sea passed Dar the torn part of the Nora Robert's she had been reading. She had no idea what to do with this novel freak. Truly, as literature student, you should have some pull or rather love for reading. But Dar's was quite the excess. And she felt nothing wrong about it. Who would? Writing shouldn't be a plague neither reading a mill around someone's neck. In short they could probably be someone's hobbies, respectively. She'd gone well with the book to that extent and sucked at giving an apt synopsis of whatever books she read. She wouldn't bother doing it or might, but would split the book into halves that you'd be forced to tell her to stop. Sea had talked to Dar earlier the day about having the girl's talk. And Dar wasn't that kinda girl with some exceptions to things. Whatever it was, if it was for t
"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
"What's is that you want?" She looked across him. His white T-shirt were pressed such that the smoothness transported shrills through the spine of her senses. She was obsessed with whatever was neat. Who would love dirty things and would suffer the existence? Who would take delight in getting dirty? Who would feast on the cake if dirtiness and nurse protruding belly by it? She was skilled with handling her thoughts. Her father wasn't that much of that trait. She had no idea how her mother was in thoughts and soughts. She hadn't grown to know her. What exactly would a six years old kid remember about her mother at 17? That was not the right time to severe those thoughts. She saw some guys hanging about the premises. She had no contention with that. How would she? She was simply stunned by the indifference of majority of them. She couldn't had brou
"What the fuck are you trying to prove." The leader of the cops tried to find his word. Twas such a crazy act that he couldn't make meaning of. He had been trying to keep his calm but he couldn't possibly do that again. He had recently regained his balance and was trying to create an effect of course. He knew what he did want and how he was supposed to go for it. Even if he would get some things done, he ought not to despise the reality and the implications strapped to it. He could never keep ignoring. How possible would that be? He looked at the president. Twas obvious that the man had his heart in his mouth and was looking as though he would poo. His hear was making some rhythmic palpitations that he could hear and could urge his limps to pick sways to. That was how concerned and moved he was. The president w
"Who am I to speak to directly? Yourself or him?" The president asked pointing at the two of them at a time. He shouldn't be present with them at that moment but what was hao wasn't what he could just let slide. He needed to fix it. He would running for another tenure and earning the people's trust was his priority. Usually the game of the mind that everyone would be willing to play of course. He looked away from the fairy to the leader of the cops. They were only there in there. The president, the fairy and the cops. The president had asked to be left alone with the fellow for some few minutes before he would hop on some international meeting which he would be anchoring or something close to that. The Soviet Union had been testing his rage all the whiles but he had been keeping his
"Be careful with them all. Remember that they all have right and if you think you can mess with them, go ahead. Probably you would be turned into a cage for the parrot." The leader of the cops said as he stepped off the SUV. He was wearied but would never give it up like to his fellow. He didn't seem them as his subjects. He considered them as his co-workers. He believed that if they were not there, he wouldn't be able to do quite the numbers of things that would give him a reason to be that great or renowned. If that was what was said about the only cop who had won the international trust in ghost detective and attributive occurrences. It had been in the plan with the correspondent that they would be reporting to the agency immediately they were done with he shitty work. If after that, they were unable to apprehend the six couples, the case would had been called off.
"Why are you taking it lightly with these fellows?" The man seating next to the leader of the cops said. He was plumpy but with a small face. The eyes in the socket were too large for the face to bear and it made it seem as though the eyes were the lamp of his instinct. He had been bothered ever since they got on the SUV. He had wanted to talk but had been keeping his calm. Not actually because he had run outta words but because he needed something to stimulate the thoughts which had been severing his mercy. At back of the SUV were two other cops. One of cops had been in the car all along. Making three of them who had decided to follow the leader to the cinema. Twas quite an event that day but twas actually more than what it was. Two other vehicles followed from behind them. The one in the middle had two of the coupl
"Come over here, come over here!" A man who had been seating to the old woman who had been turned into a parrot waved towards the cops. The fairy wanted to stop him but didn't want to cause another havoc. He needed to be careful with whatever he would do, else he might live to regret it. He actually wouldn't want that to happen though. He looked hastily across the Cinema, sorting out with his gaze his mate. They meant so much to him though they hadn't been together since forever. He somewhat respect the spirit of friendship and would do anything for his friends. If not for that, he wouldn't be with the prince charming let alone get to meet the crazy family of Machli. That was not the good time for the thoughts. Machli and Madla were no longer at odds. They were looking towards him. That was what it was. They
"Some shitty movies these fellows do." The fairy looked at the other lady who was sitting by him. She was smiling at prolly everything which was watching. She seemed to be obviously enjoying it while he loathed it strongly. That was some conflict of interest and twas worst than whatever he could ever think worse. She didn't answer him. How would she? Even when she was a man, he wouldn't talk a lot. He would only observe and worry. That was all he was used to. That was what the prince charming loved doing. He should had been acquainted with it all of course. He waited a while if she was going to speak for real but she didn't. She looked beautiful too and he felt like kissing her. But he wouldn't. That was like ew! Why would he possibly think of that. He knew the implication of doing that. If he did kiss him, he would literally be kissin
"You want me to believe what you've been saying don't you?" He was seating before the Governor and had been trying to talk him into see what he was seeing but the man wouldn't know but only what he knew. He was kinda fed up of trying to make the governor understand but he couldn't possibly tell him to go to hell. He would possibly never live to see the next day. Plus a man of such pedigree should be treated with apt respect of course. He picked up the cup of cappuccino before him and had a swig. He was more than thirsty and wanted to finish up everything at a time, but that would seem as though he had never eaten ever in his life. He wouldn't fiddle with that. The secretary had been excused. He was hoping that sooner or later that he would have his way with her. He had been longing for her. He didn't know why. He knew
"What the fuck was he thinking?" He kept on walking. It seemed as though he was going to go insane. That was what seemed to be happening to him. He saw nothing odd about it. No! Twas odd of course. He shouldn't feel that way. No! He should. That was how confused he was. He didn't know why he felt that sad, bitter and violated. He was feeling like he owned the lady and should be the only one who should have an access to her. That should be some truth though but he wasn't sure if he was making real sense. His heart ache heavily and it seemed as though he was hurting himself more than he was helping. Was he even helping. Yup! He tried to help. By leaving there. If he hadn't left that place, he probably would had done what he wasn't supposed to do and that probably would had led to what would be suicidal or he might regret at the latter days. He didn't
"Hello! Could you confirm if there are any six people checked in and where they are at the moment." One of the technical guys said as he fixed the telephone into its place again. Lambz had no idea what he had meant by that. He remembered that he had told that some six folks came there. What was whoever he had called going to confirm then?. Like he didn't believe him. He had told him to play and replay the footage over and over again. There was nothing to show for. He was so glad that he made the lady stay. If he hadn't stayed the secretary, he probably wouldn't have been able defend himself before the crazy and annoying technical guys. "What do we do now?" She made confetti of the silence. He looked at her. Her lips were red and soft. He felt like tasting them. But he must be crazy to think that way in such mo