“Y-you,” he wheezed, laughing so hard that he could barely breath, “You are the mo-” he took a deep breath trying to compose himself, “You are the most facetious woman on the face of the earth. You seem utterly incapable of controlling your thoughts and everything you say is completely inappropriate. It’s actually quite entertaining!” He chuckled again, fortunately his barking laughter had subsided.
Amorah would have been mortified had he not embarrassed and offended her. She may even have apologized for her unnecessary name calling. However, she was infuriated and she would not leave without having her say.
“Me facetious? This coming from the man, who in the mere 20 minutes I have known him, has said absolutely everything on his mind with complete disregard to etiquette, respect, and propriety. You’ve managed to insult my appearance, age, intelligence, and manners. Well you know what? I would much rather be honest, albeit slightly inappropriate, instead of some egotistical apathetic hypocrite!” she nearly spat her last few words. She was shaking with anger and didn’t feel quite satisfied with her rebuttal.
“And just so we’re clear, even if I were staring there’s no need to feel smug. A man such as yourself could only dream of a woman of my intellect and class to take interest in him. And as for me not being to your preference, you only know of me what you heard in my room which is hardly enough to form an opinion on. Besides I would never wish to be classified as one of the tramps that I can only assume you associate with!”
However, her outburst did not seem to have the effect she so desired. Instead of feeling abashed and apologizing profusely; a small smile danced on the mans lips and he began to clap.
“That was quite a show, really, brilliant!” he said laughingly.
“You,” she said trying to remain calm and dignified, “have just helped me realize how lucky I am to have a man like Jacob. A man who’s not afraid to be sweet and considerate. He is a perfect gentleman, which you’ve just shown me, is quite a rarity.”
Mockingly he questioned, “Well then, why don’t you marry him?” And he gave Amorah a smile that would have made her knees weak under any other circumstances.
A stream of uncontrollable words flowed from Amorah’s mouth. She had no idea what she had just said and she was quite sure she did not want to know. The next thing she was aware of was racing back to her quarters to confess her undying love for Jacob with her antagonizer following closely at her heels.
And thus concludes chapter 1, tell me what you think!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
And so on..
Her frustration continued to escalate. She began to turn around, all motion now powered by rage. However, before she could confront her “love-possessed” partner, he hooked her arm in his and began to direct her down the hall.
“Out of mere curiosity, are you going to marry him?” he asked.
Amorah looked up into his large brown eyes, that seemed to glisten mirroring his mocking smirk.
“Who are you?” She shouted, astonishment caused her to speak much louder than she had intended. She seemed to have that problem quite often. As a child, it was understandable to speak a little too emphatically or say things not meant to be articulated. But at an age that teetered on adulthood, this kind of behavior was becoming increasingly inappropriate. And, her step-mother would add, highly unattractive.
Amorah pushed him from her and pulled her arm loose from his. Her irritation did not allow for her to be civil to anyone at the moment.
“Besides,” She said calmly, in an attempt to assume composure, “That does not concern you.” And, with determination, she walked in the direction of the deck. It was even darker than it had been and the stars shown brighter than she’d ever seen in America, or London for that matter; probably on account of the smog. She nodded in agreement to her thoughts. She rain her fingers across the metal rail that had been misted with sea water.
Following just steps behind her, he responded, “I imagine you and I are not viewing this in the same light. You see doll face, I happen to think I am very much involved. I was present in that room and listened while the Lieutenant recounted the events preceding your light-headedness, while you seemed to be captivated by some form of contemplation, which, appeared far more important than your proposal. I, also, dutifully carried you to your room, however, you were unaware of that, or at least I presume so?” He questioned, eyebrows raised quizzically.
Amorah stumbled at this remark.
Is he grinning at me? she thought feverishly, her thoughts were so muddled that she had only half listened to his rant. Is he proposing that I was faking!? How dare he! I mean… he is correct in his assumption, but how impolite! Instead of speaking, Amorah settled for staring bitterly at his knowingly, smug face.
“And I would like to think you know me quite well,” he continued. “You spent an almost improper amount of time staring at me in your room, I’ll admit I was quite embarrassed but also a bit flattered.” He grinned widely.
“How dare you, you scoundrel!” Amorah fumed, her hands formed small fists which were shaking at her sides.
His grin widened as he said, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, I happen to be a very handsome man and you are quite beautiful yourself. Any man would agree, however, I often prefer a different sort of gal. The kind that’s not so uptight and more mature,” he stared pensively at Amorah and added, “ya know not… fresh from the school house.”
Amorah was absolutely appalled. She refused to let some insolent stranger mock her, especially not to her face. Her thoughts flew feverishly through her mind. He practically called me an immature child! He knows nothing of my character or knowledge. And as to my looks I’ve always been taken for much older than my 17 years. This man must have no common sense and very poor eyesight!
“Sap!” She scoffed aloud, then quickly becoming aware of her actions she flung a hand over her mouth. However, instead of offending the scoundrel, he laughed aloud. Very loudly actually.
“Out of mere curiosity, are you going to marry him?” he asked.
Amorah looked up into his large brown eyes, that seemed to glisten mirroring his mocking smirk.
“Who are you?” She shouted, astonishment caused her to speak much louder than she had intended. She seemed to have that problem quite often. As a child, it was understandable to speak a little too emphatically or say things not meant to be articulated. But at an age that teetered on adulthood, this kind of behavior was becoming increasingly inappropriate. And, her step-mother would add, highly unattractive.
Amorah pushed him from her and pulled her arm loose from his. Her irritation did not allow for her to be civil to anyone at the moment.
“Besides,” She said calmly, in an attempt to assume composure, “That does not concern you.” And, with determination, she walked in the direction of the deck. It was even darker than it had been and the stars shown brighter than she’d ever seen in America, or London for that matter; probably on account of the smog. She nodded in agreement to her thoughts. She rain her fingers across the metal rail that had been misted with sea water.
Following just steps behind her, he responded, “I imagine you and I are not viewing this in the same light. You see doll face, I happen to think I am very much involved. I was present in that room and listened while the Lieutenant recounted the events preceding your light-headedness, while you seemed to be captivated by some form of contemplation, which, appeared far more important than your proposal. I, also, dutifully carried you to your room, however, you were unaware of that, or at least I presume so?” He questioned, eyebrows raised quizzically.
Amorah stumbled at this remark.
Is he grinning at me? she thought feverishly, her thoughts were so muddled that she had only half listened to his rant. Is he proposing that I was faking!? How dare he! I mean… he is correct in his assumption, but how impolite! Instead of speaking, Amorah settled for staring bitterly at his knowingly, smug face.
“And I would like to think you know me quite well,” he continued. “You spent an almost improper amount of time staring at me in your room, I’ll admit I was quite embarrassed but also a bit flattered.” He grinned widely.
“How dare you, you scoundrel!” Amorah fumed, her hands formed small fists which were shaking at her sides.
His grin widened as he said, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, I happen to be a very handsome man and you are quite beautiful yourself. Any man would agree, however, I often prefer a different sort of gal. The kind that’s not so uptight and more mature,” he stared pensively at Amorah and added, “ya know not… fresh from the school house.”
Amorah was absolutely appalled. She refused to let some insolent stranger mock her, especially not to her face. Her thoughts flew feverishly through her mind. He practically called me an immature child! He knows nothing of my character or knowledge. And as to my looks I’ve always been taken for much older than my 17 years. This man must have no common sense and very poor eyesight!
“Sap!” She scoffed aloud, then quickly becoming aware of her actions she flung a hand over her mouth. However, instead of offending the scoundrel, he laughed aloud. Very loudly actually.
Ch. 1 Continued
Though no one is reading this, I feel I must continue. Here's a second installment:
She had no other choice. She seemed to flee uncomfortable situations quite easily this way. She was a woman, men expected weakness. So, she forced her entire body to become dead-weight and dropped to the ground. She listened while Jacob fretted over her limp body and whined like an irritating child for help. A man, whose voice was unfamiliar to her, transported her easily to the room.
With blinking eyes and both hands grasping her head, she opened her eyes in her roomy compartment on the St. Mary now crowded with empathetic faces. Her father, Lt. John Cross, and her step-sister were sitting anxiously on the blue cushioned bench by her bed. She felt guilty for worrying them but she couldn‘t drop the act this far in. She glanced about the room drowsily examining the faces of her friends and family, however, next to Captain Harold Smith stood the man who must have been the unfamiliar voice that had carried her in. He was tall and very handsome and though Amorah could feel her cheeks beginning to burn she could not look away.
She was intrigued by his perfectly unkempt appearance. Despite his efforts, the dark curl’s of his hair seemed to fall unfailingly into his large brown eyes. His skin was tanned from the sea and not even his clean white shirt could distract her from the muscle that lie beneath it. She was unsure if she liked the mystery that his dark characteristics seemed to cloak him in or how his appeal seemed to grow each moment.
The corners of her pale lips twitched ever so slightly and she knew she was grinning. The man offered her a crooked smile that could have made her laugh aloud, had she not realized the sudden intensity of attention focusing in on her.
Cheeks ablaze, Amorah sheepishly squeaked out the first words that came to mind, “What h-happened?”
This comment caused Jacob to turn away in his own bout of embarrassment, but her father held her gaze, which seemed to express the deepest of concern. He spoke slowly but by the time his words came, her own thoughts had consumed her.
Why!? Why did I ask that question! I know perfectly well what happened. Jacob proposed, HE PROPOSED TO ME! We’re childhood friends, I can’t have romantic feelings for him, besides I find him perfectly annoying.
“Hhumph!” she concurred aloud.
I shouldn’t be so harsh though, he has been rather sweet as of late, if I had been just a tad bit more polite, I may have enjoyed our recent interactions. I could give him a chance--wait no! I can not just toy with his emotions like that! Marriage is a holy, love-filled oath. One does not toy with oaths… but maybe I’ll find myself falling for Jacob if I allow him the opportunity. Besides he is very good-looking.
“But he’s just so damned annoying!” Amorah announced with exasperation.
“Amorah! My dear what are you harrumphing and swearing about? This is not the appropriate time nor place for that sort of language, in fact there is never an appropriate time or place for a lady to use such coarse words!” His displeasure had swelled from his throat upwards, warranting his face an angry red color.
But once again she was not listening, she needed to clear her head. She could not think lucidly with so many distractions, her little stunt had only bought her so much time. She stood quickly, albeit a little to quickly. She rubbed her head and groaned but did not stray from her path, she was leaving this room and no one would stop her.
“Wait!” A man’s voice called from down the corridor, but Amorah did not stop, in fact her pace quickened.
“For the love of--Ah! Would you just wait a moment?” The voice continued, “Please…Amorah is it?”
Amorah’s footsteps faltered. The man wants to marry me yet he can’t recall my name!? She thought.
She had no other choice. She seemed to flee uncomfortable situations quite easily this way. She was a woman, men expected weakness. So, she forced her entire body to become dead-weight and dropped to the ground. She listened while Jacob fretted over her limp body and whined like an irritating child for help. A man, whose voice was unfamiliar to her, transported her easily to the room.
With blinking eyes and both hands grasping her head, she opened her eyes in her roomy compartment on the St. Mary now crowded with empathetic faces. Her father, Lt. John Cross, and her step-sister were sitting anxiously on the blue cushioned bench by her bed. She felt guilty for worrying them but she couldn‘t drop the act this far in. She glanced about the room drowsily examining the faces of her friends and family, however, next to Captain Harold Smith stood the man who must have been the unfamiliar voice that had carried her in. He was tall and very handsome and though Amorah could feel her cheeks beginning to burn she could not look away.
She was intrigued by his perfectly unkempt appearance. Despite his efforts, the dark curl’s of his hair seemed to fall unfailingly into his large brown eyes. His skin was tanned from the sea and not even his clean white shirt could distract her from the muscle that lie beneath it. She was unsure if she liked the mystery that his dark characteristics seemed to cloak him in or how his appeal seemed to grow each moment.
The corners of her pale lips twitched ever so slightly and she knew she was grinning. The man offered her a crooked smile that could have made her laugh aloud, had she not realized the sudden intensity of attention focusing in on her.
Cheeks ablaze, Amorah sheepishly squeaked out the first words that came to mind, “What h-happened?”
This comment caused Jacob to turn away in his own bout of embarrassment, but her father held her gaze, which seemed to express the deepest of concern. He spoke slowly but by the time his words came, her own thoughts had consumed her.
Why!? Why did I ask that question! I know perfectly well what happened. Jacob proposed, HE PROPOSED TO ME! We’re childhood friends, I can’t have romantic feelings for him, besides I find him perfectly annoying.
“Hhumph!” she concurred aloud.
I shouldn’t be so harsh though, he has been rather sweet as of late, if I had been just a tad bit more polite, I may have enjoyed our recent interactions. I could give him a chance--wait no! I can not just toy with his emotions like that! Marriage is a holy, love-filled oath. One does not toy with oaths… but maybe I’ll find myself falling for Jacob if I allow him the opportunity. Besides he is very good-looking.
“But he’s just so damned annoying!” Amorah announced with exasperation.
“Amorah! My dear what are you harrumphing and swearing about? This is not the appropriate time nor place for that sort of language, in fact there is never an appropriate time or place for a lady to use such coarse words!” His displeasure had swelled from his throat upwards, warranting his face an angry red color.
But once again she was not listening, she needed to clear her head. She could not think lucidly with so many distractions, her little stunt had only bought her so much time. She stood quickly, albeit a little to quickly. She rubbed her head and groaned but did not stray from her path, she was leaving this room and no one would stop her.
“Wait!” A man’s voice called from down the corridor, but Amorah did not stop, in fact her pace quickened.
“For the love of--Ah! Would you just wait a moment?” The voice continued, “Please…Amorah is it?”
Amorah’s footsteps faltered. The man wants to marry me yet he can’t recall my name!? She thought.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Amorah
This is the beginning of a novel that I've been compiling on and on off for atleast 5 years. Now, it's not brilliant or mind-boggling but it gets the job done. I've only recently begun to write more prevalently so I'm finally starting to get somewhere with it. I'd like to think what I've written so far is relatively interesting, but please feel free to criticize!
Chapter 1ish:
“Morah, Amorah-- that is you, is it not?” a man called from the shadows across the deck.
“Oh how wonderful to be called upon, under such a glorious moonlit sky, by none other than Jacob Mauntilae,” she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
On any other night she may have found the calm crash of the waves or the sea’s cool, salty, night’s air soothing, but in the company of Jacob Mauntilae she was in a state of utter annoyance. She recalled all of his childish nicknames for her and those irritating notes that always seemed to arrive the very moment her presence was delayed. She seemed incapable of escaping him. If he was not pestering her himself, her father would praise his gentlemanly demeanor or her sister Anne would rave of his chiseled cheekbones and handsome features. Even away at school the girls had all fallen for his “charm”.
“Charm,” she scoffed.
Well, I mean…yes, Amorah thought reluctantly to herself, Jacob may be handsome, intelligent, and often very kind… And his hazel eyes are flawless. Oh! And the way his sandy blonde hair always seems to fall in exactly the right place--She found a smile forming at the image. But what is so entirely irresistible about all of that!? Despite his above average looks, is he not exactly like any other 20 year old male with exceptional athletic abilities, intelligence, and etiquette? Amorah sighed.
“He’s just so damned annoying,” she said with resignation.
“Pardon?” Jacob asked in bewilderment, and though he was appalled at her language his face betrayed him with a bemused smile.
“Have you heard a single word I’ve just said?”
“Oh. How rude of me,” Amorah said flatly, “You must excuse my behavior, I seem to have fallen into a trance. What was it you were saying?”
“I was saying,” Jacob began, his voice straining, “I’ve never met a woman with so much, uhm… passion, and intellect, and of course beauty. You are entirely unlike other girls, I feel that you see through my looks and you know who I truly am.”
“Hardly,” Amorah snorted by accident or on purpose, she could not determine which, but she beckoned him on with what she thought was gentleness.
With eyebrows raised, Jacob continued.
“You know me better than anyone ever has and there is no other woman that I would rather spend the rest of my life with than you.”
Amorah was in shock. She had not prepared for this moment. She could feel her breath quicken and was quite sure her heart had skipped a beat, or two. She was absolutely mystified. She could not even begin to muster a response for what would unfold next. Jacob bent down on one knee, gently placed her hands in his, and retrieved a sleek, black box from his coat pocket.
With a voice that was persuasion incarnate, Jacob breathed, “Amorah, marry me?”
Hands sweating and eyes wide with shock, Amorah fainted.
Chapter 1ish:
“Morah, Amorah-- that is you, is it not?” a man called from the shadows across the deck.
“Oh how wonderful to be called upon, under such a glorious moonlit sky, by none other than Jacob Mauntilae,” she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
On any other night she may have found the calm crash of the waves or the sea’s cool, salty, night’s air soothing, but in the company of Jacob Mauntilae she was in a state of utter annoyance. She recalled all of his childish nicknames for her and those irritating notes that always seemed to arrive the very moment her presence was delayed. She seemed incapable of escaping him. If he was not pestering her himself, her father would praise his gentlemanly demeanor or her sister Anne would rave of his chiseled cheekbones and handsome features. Even away at school the girls had all fallen for his “charm”.
“Charm,” she scoffed.
Well, I mean…yes, Amorah thought reluctantly to herself, Jacob may be handsome, intelligent, and often very kind… And his hazel eyes are flawless. Oh! And the way his sandy blonde hair always seems to fall in exactly the right place--She found a smile forming at the image. But what is so entirely irresistible about all of that!? Despite his above average looks, is he not exactly like any other 20 year old male with exceptional athletic abilities, intelligence, and etiquette? Amorah sighed.
“He’s just so damned annoying,” she said with resignation.
“Pardon?” Jacob asked in bewilderment, and though he was appalled at her language his face betrayed him with a bemused smile.
“Have you heard a single word I’ve just said?”
“Oh. How rude of me,” Amorah said flatly, “You must excuse my behavior, I seem to have fallen into a trance. What was it you were saying?”
“I was saying,” Jacob began, his voice straining, “I’ve never met a woman with so much, uhm… passion, and intellect, and of course beauty. You are entirely unlike other girls, I feel that you see through my looks and you know who I truly am.”
“Hardly,” Amorah snorted by accident or on purpose, she could not determine which, but she beckoned him on with what she thought was gentleness.
With eyebrows raised, Jacob continued.
“You know me better than anyone ever has and there is no other woman that I would rather spend the rest of my life with than you.”
Amorah was in shock. She had not prepared for this moment. She could feel her breath quicken and was quite sure her heart had skipped a beat, or two. She was absolutely mystified. She could not even begin to muster a response for what would unfold next. Jacob bent down on one knee, gently placed her hands in his, and retrieved a sleek, black box from his coat pocket.
With a voice that was persuasion incarnate, Jacob breathed, “Amorah, marry me?”
Hands sweating and eyes wide with shock, Amorah fainted.
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