I always wanted to do this. Every day/week/whenever the hell i'm creative, I will post up a part of a story. All of it will be continuating parts of a short story/novella. I'm not going to say that I will ever consider to publish it... i'm more just writing it for fun and for you, my adoring fans (all 5.8 of you).

So here it is:

It was one of those feelings from the first moment I met her that just crashed into you like a Mac truck going ninety miles an hour into your chest. She did not even do much, just looked up at me with her dark brown eyes and smiled. It was right then and there that the world paused to allow me to register her life.

Straight dark hair with a tint of auburn—a sure sign of being dyed countless times like I assumed every woman did—tied back with one of those hair grabbing claw things that only women would have a name for. Simple, yet on her, it showed the world her angelic face. It was a clever strategy on her part to grab the attention of any man. Below that, eyebrows plucked meticulously during lonely nights while she found the perfect arch, the arch that would say “here are my eyes, now stare into my soul”.

Those were exactly the kind of eyes that they were. A window into her very being, a deep ravine cut by her powerful river of a soul that showed purity, wildness, a sense of adventure and a sense of worldly knowledge. Next to her eyes, her sharp cheekbones and her cherubic cheeks complimented a smile of genuine happiness.

I was still in shock to realize her smile was being directed at me. It was only a split second, but in my mind, it felt like forever before I reacted. After all, how could I live up to the expectations of a girl who plucks her eyebrows for the sake of soul staring? What if she was not even smiling at me? Was there someone behind me? I could not look back, because if she were, then she would think me stupid for not even knowing when a female wanted my attention. Damn it, I knew I should have bought some mints. Too many thoughts jumped into my head at once.

With a clearing of the throat, I decided to just ignore my brain this one time and I ordered myself to walk toward her. She looked down into her beverage, trying very hard to pretend not to notice me, though I could still feel her eyes drawing me closer.

Before she could acknowledge me officially, I sat down not knowing what else to do in that situation.

“I know this sounds clichéd,” I said with maximum effort in trying not to stutter, “but there was something about your eyes that made me want to talk to you.”

“I know.” She smirked slightly and very purposefully, she looked me right in my eyes, “There was something about your eyes too that made me want to get your attention.”

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So? What do you think? IM me or email me (see right column for contact info). I won't continue it unless I get a decent amount of response. And if i do continue it, I won't be posting it up anymore.

So if you want more, you gotta let me know.