CTR
The Realist guy here period
Roses are red and violets are blue. I admit, you have more Christmas lights than I do. :yes:
But for me, I received the biggest one of them all this year----YOU. :cloud9:
You're not a light bulb because you're the star on my Christmas tree.
And you can't beat that mi amor. Because you outshine all of them light bulbs for me. :heart:
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Took a break from my book to write a short story about something pretty cheesy but nevertheless interesting. I just let my mind drift and it took me less than 15 minutes to write this funny short story. Trust me, it seems serious at the beginning but it gets cheesy at the end. :coverlaf:
Jasmine the oldest of the three sisters who came upon a mysterious key under the cupboard at their new home. She didn't know who it belonged to but she was dead set on finding a way to open that stubborn closet of hers. Jasmine pulled and rattled the door handle but it would not jar open. She was exhausted, tired, and frustrated at the prospect of not being able to use
her closet. With her hope fading, Jasmine reaches inside of her pant pocket before slowly turning the key to unlock the door.
Unbeknownst to Jasmine, the dusty brown mirror in her closet was covered in Pixie dust which had somehow come from another world. Jasmine gently wipes the dust off of the mirror before calling Jade and Josie to come check out her new mirror. Jasmine marbled at the clarity of the mirror as she can see her lovely complexion, well manicured nails, hypnotic brown eyes, and her light brown hair.
Just as Jade and Josie entered the room, a white fog like mist slowly crept out of nowhere and then it took over the whole room. The three girls were disorientated, scared, and confused at the same time. They were no longer in Jasmine's room and was somehow standing on beautiful white clouds in the sky. Slowly and slowly, the mist started to dissipate and the three of them were standing on top of moving ship.
Suddenly, the door on the dock flew open and a female with an exotic red dress came towards them. With her gorgeous dark brown hair, angelic smile, sweet warm eyes, luminous skin tone, she was like a goddess to them. :shock2: The beautiful female waves her hands back and forth before sparkling yellow magical pixie dust came out of them. She chanted in a language that they never heard of before. As the magical pixie dust cover their body, their clothing started to change right before their very eyes.
Poof! The girls were wearing magical denim shorts with colorful animal to match and their shirts were decorated with jars of pixie dust.
"Now, go to your world and share this gift with them," said the unknown female. "So they'll know what real style is."
As the female walked towards the door of her ship, Jasmine shouted, "What's your name?"
"Mary. The Guardian of Fashion." :bhehe: :heart:
The three girls were dazed and confused as they woke up in Jasmine's room. Could it have been just a dream they thought? But as they slowly looked at each other, they could see that they were wearing the clothing Mary had bestowed upon them.
But for me, I received the biggest one of them all this year----YOU. :cloud9:
You're not a light bulb because you're the star on my Christmas tree.
And you can't beat that mi amor. Because you outshine all of them light bulbs for me. :heart:
_______________________________________________________________________________________
Took a break from my book to write a short story about something pretty cheesy but nevertheless interesting. I just let my mind drift and it took me less than 15 minutes to write this funny short story. Trust me, it seems serious at the beginning but it gets cheesy at the end. :coverlaf:
Jasmine the oldest of the three sisters who came upon a mysterious key under the cupboard at their new home. She didn't know who it belonged to but she was dead set on finding a way to open that stubborn closet of hers. Jasmine pulled and rattled the door handle but it would not jar open. She was exhausted, tired, and frustrated at the prospect of not being able to use
her closet. With her hope fading, Jasmine reaches inside of her pant pocket before slowly turning the key to unlock the door.
Unbeknownst to Jasmine, the dusty brown mirror in her closet was covered in Pixie dust which had somehow come from another world. Jasmine gently wipes the dust off of the mirror before calling Jade and Josie to come check out her new mirror. Jasmine marbled at the clarity of the mirror as she can see her lovely complexion, well manicured nails, hypnotic brown eyes, and her light brown hair.
Just as Jade and Josie entered the room, a white fog like mist slowly crept out of nowhere and then it took over the whole room. The three girls were disorientated, scared, and confused at the same time. They were no longer in Jasmine's room and was somehow standing on beautiful white clouds in the sky. Slowly and slowly, the mist started to dissipate and the three of them were standing on top of moving ship.
Suddenly, the door on the dock flew open and a female with an exotic red dress came towards them. With her gorgeous dark brown hair, angelic smile, sweet warm eyes, luminous skin tone, she was like a goddess to them. :shock2: The beautiful female waves her hands back and forth before sparkling yellow magical pixie dust came out of them. She chanted in a language that they never heard of before. As the magical pixie dust cover their body, their clothing started to change right before their very eyes.
Poof! The girls were wearing magical denim shorts with colorful animal to match and their shirts were decorated with jars of pixie dust.
"Now, go to your world and share this gift with them," said the unknown female. "So they'll know what real style is."
As the female walked towards the door of her ship, Jasmine shouted, "What's your name?"
"Mary. The Guardian of Fashion." :bhehe: :heart:
The three girls were dazed and confused as they woke up in Jasmine's room. Could it have been just a dream they thought? But as they slowly looked at each other, they could see that they were wearing the clothing Mary had bestowed upon them.