Gabriel's Tell A Tale Emporium

He will never set the world on fire. Not like this. I could see it in his writing. Such a young talent, with the gift to make words leap off the page and become a golden palace deep in the middle of an unforgiving desert, or a happy monkey enjoying the simple pleasures of a meal in a local zoo. The boy had the touch. What happened? It was unlike Oliver to leave his assignments undone. An A plus student did not just stop writing and working to the point where his grades began to drastically slip. I leaned back heavily in my creaky wooden chair, burdened with the mystery and observed the class with my hands wrapped behind my neck, supporting the full weight of my weary head. They were just an average eight grade class full of young boys on the cusp of becoming young men, and young girls already going through that awkward stage as they developed into radiant young women. I guess they were all a little awkward. How many of these boys and girls would lead the future of

She whispered, "Just one more time." With a voice like that, who was I to resist? I heaved a sigh as I replied, "We already did...four times." "Having trouble keeping up?" she giggled ever so innocently. This girl was anything but innocent. She was the type every guy would have been a fool not to go for. She was cute, with the melodic voice of an angel sent down from up above, and the intellect and cunning that allowed her to maneuver any man into her bed with a few choice words and a light touch placed just so. The devil in an angels body. She could destroy a less cautious man with that unquenchable lust for money, a good time, and lack of inhibition- cleverly disguised under a veil of saintly innocence- that allowed her to get through any door she wanted. "How old are you anyway?" I asked, attempting to stall for time to catch my breath. Rolling her eyes she turned away, her naked body becoming a sight to behold in the

Was editing and thinking on a very emotional and hard to write part on the novel I am currently trying to work on( and have been stuck on for some time) so I decided to do an exercise just to get some creativity flowing. This is the result. I don't think this will be in the novel, as it has nothing to do with the characters and the story that takes place there. So they can be whoever you want them to be. Just enjoy the brief tale. _________________________________________________________________________________ Dead silence opressed the air between them. He watched her from the bottom of the steps that lead into her plain and unadorned home, like many in the caldisack. She stood there, a feirce mask of determination plastered on her face, covering the pain that clearly shone in her gorgeous brown eyes; eyes that always reminded him of liquid chocolate and a subtle sweetness that could only be tasted by the most refined tongue. He had been here many times before. He