Author's Note: Hello, লেখা enthusiasts!! I went ahead and decided to write the পরবর্তি chapter of the Blacktie series today. It's a shorter one but it still gets the story moving. I figured I'd keep it going while the ideas are still fresh. Enjoy! If you're still catching up, here are লিঙ্ক to the others in order! :D link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213262/title/blacktie-revised-version[/url][/url]
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The sunset air was cool in GreenGate city and the leaves upon the sidewalk seemed to dance with each gentle autumn breeze. It was as if the very earth had awoken from a long and ceaseless slumber, and Anthony was overwhelmed with a happiness he had never felt before. It had been exactly one week since the events of his cousins' demise, and Anthony and his new-found প্রণয় interest had begun to develop their plans for further exploits. However, he could not figure out why the striking young lady called Whiteshade would cringe at the simple thought of being called দ্বারা her birthright, Rebecca. If there was one thing Anthony did know, it was that a discovered identity was the least of their worries, for a victory won in disguise is a victory won in vain. "Hey,", Anthony started quietly, "Where are আপনি taking me?" "Oh nowhere too...fantastic.", replied Whiteshade with a slight expression of amusement, "Just a little place I like to call my little corner of reality." "Sounds...nice.", Anthony smiled nervously.
Within half an hour, the sun had come to it's final resting place in the heavens above, and Anthony and Rebecca had reached the outskirts of the bustling metropolis. "You know what?", exuded Whiteshade, "I think we otta take a আসন for awhile. C'mon over here, Anthony." "If আপনি say so.", he nodded compliantly.
The two accomplices sat at opposite ends of a small wooden bench that sat underneath an old oak grove. The nighttime sky was a blue-black sea of অনুত্তরিত questions, the full moon and the constellations providing the only small glimpses into the waiting future. Whiteshade removed her handbag from around her shoulder and set it down দ্বারা her side on the bench, in between her and her nervous partner. She then removed her gloves and placed them beside the handbag. "Gosh.", thought Blacktie, "What now?" His palms began to dampen and he tightly clutched his cane as he struggled in vain to keep his knees from buckling. "Oh!", chuckled the young lady, "I almost forgot." She reached into her handbag and began to feel around inside of it. Nothing could have prepared Anthony for the object his acquaintance would pull out in the coming moments.
"No way?", he gasped "Is that what I think it is?" "Oh this here?" laughed Rebecca dryly as her green eyes met his brown ones, "It's just a little volume of কবিতা I've been reading. Good for the wandering mind I guess..." For the first time since their fateful meeting at Aunt Margaret's ডিনার party, Anthony saw something other than a beautiful girl in Rebecca. He saw someone like himself; someone with a story, and a reason to want to change it, and he didn't feel so nervous anymore. "Well,",he inquired, "Do আপনি have a পছন্দ poet?" The girl's expression lit up as does the expression of a small child upon hearing an ice cream truck turn the রাস্তা corner. "Oh gosh, I wish I could তালিকা them all; Longfellow, Frost, Dickinson. There's just so much great literature out there." "Yeah, I guess there is.",replied Blacktie in a hushed tone. "...I used to read poetry...You know, when things got tough." "Yeah. I get you." দ্বারা now, Rebecca's expression was ablaze with a wonderful enthusiasm that almost made Blacktie feel as if there was no way she could have been the murderer behind last week's events, only adding আরো আগুন to the burning প্রশ্ন which had been dancing through his head, and even আরো potency to the kindred affection for her that had begun to originate within his weary heart. "You see," began Whiteshade, "When I was a little girl I would go to the লাইব্রেরি with my moth-...my mother." It was as if the very life had been sucked from the scene and Rebecca hurriedly put her gloves back on. She then placed the book of poems into her handbag and stood up from her seat, a restless and dutiful expression marking her pale face. The young lady cleared throat before speaking once again. "I think we should keep moving. We need to find a good place to sleep." This was the first time Anthony had felt an obligation to oppose Rebecca on anything. "Well, how about here. These trees are good rain shelter...and I don't even think it's going to rain." "Look Anthony...we can't stay here... C'mon." A melancholy feeling of false guilt radiated through the young man's হৃদয় as he mournfully grabbed his cane and stood up as well. His প্রশ্ন about his partner's past would go অনুত্তরিত once again, but, most of all, Anthony was that much further from learning the secret to Rebecca's affection. "Alright.", he whispered sadly, "Let's go then."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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The sunset air was cool in GreenGate city and the leaves upon the sidewalk seemed to dance with each gentle autumn breeze. It was as if the very earth had awoken from a long and ceaseless slumber, and Anthony was overwhelmed with a happiness he had never felt before. It had been exactly one week since the events of his cousins' demise, and Anthony and his new-found প্রণয় interest had begun to develop their plans for further exploits. However, he could not figure out why the striking young lady called Whiteshade would cringe at the simple thought of being called দ্বারা her birthright, Rebecca. If there was one thing Anthony did know, it was that a discovered identity was the least of their worries, for a victory won in disguise is a victory won in vain. "Hey,", Anthony started quietly, "Where are আপনি taking me?" "Oh nowhere too...fantastic.", replied Whiteshade with a slight expression of amusement, "Just a little place I like to call my little corner of reality." "Sounds...nice.", Anthony smiled nervously.
Within half an hour, the sun had come to it's final resting place in the heavens above, and Anthony and Rebecca had reached the outskirts of the bustling metropolis. "You know what?", exuded Whiteshade, "I think we otta take a আসন for awhile. C'mon over here, Anthony." "If আপনি say so.", he nodded compliantly.
The two accomplices sat at opposite ends of a small wooden bench that sat underneath an old oak grove. The nighttime sky was a blue-black sea of অনুত্তরিত questions, the full moon and the constellations providing the only small glimpses into the waiting future. Whiteshade removed her handbag from around her shoulder and set it down দ্বারা her side on the bench, in between her and her nervous partner. She then removed her gloves and placed them beside the handbag. "Gosh.", thought Blacktie, "What now?" His palms began to dampen and he tightly clutched his cane as he struggled in vain to keep his knees from buckling. "Oh!", chuckled the young lady, "I almost forgot." She reached into her handbag and began to feel around inside of it. Nothing could have prepared Anthony for the object his acquaintance would pull out in the coming moments.
"No way?", he gasped "Is that what I think it is?" "Oh this here?" laughed Rebecca dryly as her green eyes met his brown ones, "It's just a little volume of কবিতা I've been reading. Good for the wandering mind I guess..." For the first time since their fateful meeting at Aunt Margaret's ডিনার party, Anthony saw something other than a beautiful girl in Rebecca. He saw someone like himself; someone with a story, and a reason to want to change it, and he didn't feel so nervous anymore. "Well,",he inquired, "Do আপনি have a পছন্দ poet?" The girl's expression lit up as does the expression of a small child upon hearing an ice cream truck turn the রাস্তা corner. "Oh gosh, I wish I could তালিকা them all; Longfellow, Frost, Dickinson. There's just so much great literature out there." "Yeah, I guess there is.",replied Blacktie in a hushed tone. "...I used to read poetry...You know, when things got tough." "Yeah. I get you." দ্বারা now, Rebecca's expression was ablaze with a wonderful enthusiasm that almost made Blacktie feel as if there was no way she could have been the murderer behind last week's events, only adding আরো আগুন to the burning প্রশ্ন which had been dancing through his head, and even আরো potency to the kindred affection for her that had begun to originate within his weary heart. "You see," began Whiteshade, "When I was a little girl I would go to the লাইব্রেরি with my moth-...my mother." It was as if the very life had been sucked from the scene and Rebecca hurriedly put her gloves back on. She then placed the book of poems into her handbag and stood up from her seat, a restless and dutiful expression marking her pale face. The young lady cleared throat before speaking once again. "I think we should keep moving. We need to find a good place to sleep." This was the first time Anthony had felt an obligation to oppose Rebecca on anything. "Well, how about here. These trees are good rain shelter...and I don't even think it's going to rain." "Look Anthony...we can't stay here... C'mon." A melancholy feeling of false guilt radiated through the young man's হৃদয় as he mournfully grabbed his cane and stood up as well. His প্রশ্ন about his partner's past would go অনুত্তরিত once again, but, most of all, Anthony was that much further from learning the secret to Rebecca's affection. "Alright.", he whispered sadly, "Let's go then."
TO BE CONTINUED...
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The শিরোনাম comes from the বিবরণ a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd প্রণয় to hear what আপনি like অথবা hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The শিরোনাম comes from the বিবরণ a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd প্রণয় to hear what আপনি like অথবা hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl