Update

Wahhh I can't believe that I haven't posted here in so long.  It appears, my dear friends, that I let life get in the way.  Anyways I really enjoy writing, and I anticipate that I'll be having lot's more free time in the days to come so expect more frequent posts in the very near future!  (May I be so bold as to say weekly posts are on the way?  We'll see!)

Enamoured.

Delia watched completely entranced as his beauty dismantled before her.  If there was ever such a thing as love it it was somewhere in the depths of those radiant, iridescent blue orbs that were Gaspard's eyes.  When he spoke, the concept of time became irrelevant, frivolous even, as his full pink lips perfected every nuance of every French word that graced his tongue.  His lips yielded the most romantic, most melodic rendition of language adding effortlessly to the surreal illusion he crafted.  His lustrous brown hair slowly swindled onto his fair visage.  And with one fluid gesture, every movement calculated, and deliberate, and perfect, he removed the distraction from his angelic countenance.  But only to recover those blue orbs, piercing her soul, lulling her into consciousness.  He was expecting something from her, she knew it.  She had hung upon every syllable of every word of his lovely speech, and yet somehow she had forgotten it all.  She must have lost it somewhere in those eyes... She felt herself surrender every inch of every fiber of her being into those hypnotic orbs ad she was consumed by an inundating affinity for his flawlessness.

Inspired.

Ella strolled through the park listening to the click-clack of her black schoolgirl shoes, her steps erratic and uneven.  She was accompanied by the philosophical thoughts that solitary walks in the park tended to procure, her brown hair stirring in the wind, clouding her vision.  Eliminating these pesky distractions, Ella fastened a scarlet red ribbon around her locks.  A stirring in the distance caught her attention, her eyes followed the trail of a bird, coasting higher and higher in the expanse of the sky.  How beautiful it was, gallantly rebelling against the contrary winds, blazing orange chest and all.  Her gaze followed the bird until the fiery orange sun blazed in her eyes forcing her to avert her fixated gaze.  Immediately, a conviction as tangible as a physical manifestation engulfed her so fully and completely she sought the shelter of a tree to rest in.  And immediately she was at home, the words poured out of her consciousness inundating the paper and yielding way to a beautiful thing.  At the end of her frantic frenzy she lay motionless on the bed of the grass, spent and exhausted.  She rolled on her side cavorting with her formless companion.