Since I am starting the story, so I shall post more than one line now to set the plot, after that line by line, let's see how far we can make this go!
Once upon a time, fairies and angels lived together in heaven and hell in harmony. At that time, hell was not hell - hell was actually a cool and beautiful place, even better than heaven. But then one day ...
A bully entered this beautiful tranquil and serene realm and noticed there was no set ruler and ..
And the bully was a handsome stubbly man with club who had to make a decision.... Will I be King or shall I just follow my 1st Love... the one I met when I was 17?
Handsome, stubbly and also the smartest man in Hell, the bully knew there would always be a place for him to come back and become King. But first -- a key question. Was his first love a fairy? Or an angel?
His mind suddenly drifted back to when he was seventeen, oh she was so beautiful,
I dreamed of our first and only kiss...the way her lips tasted upon mine...
Of course, at seventeen he had been substantially less stubbly. He wondered how she might have changed in the ensuing years.
Was she still as beautiful? The former years had not loved him as he had loved and embellished them.
His mind drifted backward in time, seeing himself as he was then.
Wait, where is this story going? Mr. Stubbly was remembering the sweet innocence of being seventeen and knew he had to restore it within himself...he began finding all the people he bullied and telling them of his reformed self, when...
he saw at that moment, the most beautiful figure, standing there speechless
Fairies and Angels came rushing to see what in heaven or hell had made such an unlovely sound!
Suddenly the door swung open and he couldn't believe his eyes
There was a raccoon standing in Princely garments! .... Alright sorry... that was a jest...
the real story goes ... there he saw his Fiona but something was wrong with her face - but love is blind to appearance ... but ...
But appearance sometimes makes one forget, the many more layers that one is to cross to enter into heart, where a seventeen years old is waiting to repeat the feat of a kiss, of being kissed.
she really was worth the effort, to try to peel away the layers, angel and fairy and maybe even a little of the devil, was lurking behind the sweet innocent girl he saw at face value
His eyes grew wider as he saw different colors with every layer ... layer after layer ...
He needed to come up with a plan to keep hold of this girl forever, every layer, better than the last.....
Her ugliness offended him. But what could he do? This was God's plan of making love grow between; a she-angel and a he-fairy.
He would walk around blind fold, when she was near him, her prescence was all he needed....
before his eyes another layer peeled, he is feeling so shallow, will she continue to lead him...
. . .until, after peeling all the layers away, he realized that the love of his youth was really a ___________.
not really, the love has turned into a mystic lady who restrains herself beyond a veil of smile
and pretends that she/he or whatever is a she-man but actually is a _______
As this story dates back to a long long time ago - she came from the future, a 70's star among angels and fairies in hell (which was better than heaven) while ...
While he was as ill-mannered as a redneck (no offense intended)...
He rode a motor cycle and listened to Mozart on his ipod. She drove a BMW and hated music.
after plastic surgery, she is looking like an '80's babe, on the back of his bike and life for them could not be better
Then the story goes that the poor girl was now a dreadful sight whichever way you looked at her....
But there was something about her eyes that held him while ...
Then he realized how shallow he had been about looks, and her injury forced him to figure out what their relationship was really about.
Along the way he also wondered how she would have responded if he was in her shoes?
She would have definately used those shoes to run in the opposite direction, she loved only handsome inteligent men..... especially if they could write well......
But he was not like her - deep inside the heart of a red-neck was a kingdom of love made up of pearls ... and the pearls shone the brightest; the day he met her.
So in desperation and longing she ripped her clothes from her pulsating body,and pressed her bosoms hard against his muscular and heaving chest.
the poor man was not expecting quite this response, so he....
he backed away in repulsion only to find that from far, her body was the most exquisite body he had ever seen ... like a goddess' body the temple of perfection beckoned to him to
you are great at keeping these things going fair play to you (AN IRISH EXPRESSION)
he was not quite sure what to do next, so he reached for his mobile phone connected to the internet to ask some of his friends on hub pages, what the next move should be...........
...but they were too busy fighting in the forums to reply, so he had to...
Block many users from the hub as they were confusing him in his tale
by Sherbet Penny 11 years ago
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