(In a Teaching Composition class at my university, our professor instructed us to compose a short story using 15 of the 20 vocabulary words in a list…this is mine with Dufus as the subject.)
I Still Write About You
Once upon a time of uncertainty in a girl’s love life, she forced herself to believe in happiness again. Before New Guy came into her life, she felt that she was not viable, as a result of the turmoil of her last relationship. After spending quite some time being single, her days became monotonous, and she felt ready to relieve the ennui that her life had become. Over the period of a few months that turned into years, she silently noticed his anything-but-tawdry appearance in combination with his captivating personality, and she made a mental note. With a tenuous grip on her emotions, she decided to make her move in a laconic manner. With noticeable blithe in her voice, she approached New Guy. There was a noticeable plaudit in his voice that surprised her, considering the plethora of women in his surroundings. Desperately trying not to recite bombast, she suggested that they become acquainted, thus she became a harbinger for love.
Much to her dismay, he broke it off in a harsh and obdurate fashion, and without a suitable explanation. While listening to him obfuscate facts and say words that didn’t make sense, she hit an emotional wall. The betrayal of her trust in addition to the memories of their ephemeral relationship left her in an abstemious state. It was that moment of her newfound low which led her to construct a personal hedonism to live by.
A Blakward Perspective... 