[Vlådimirå]

dont move this one. I have Alot to say and I dont want to Quadroupal post all over the poetry thread. Its just tacky. If this offends you mods.. go ahead and remove it. I dont mind. As if anyones gonna read anyways. ^^' Please comment. I dont want to feel TOO lonely here...
This story contains some severe drama and controversy, and the end is not what normal storys end like. So be warned.
ALSO READ BEFORE ANY READING : NONE OF THE EVENTS IN THIS STORY EVER HAPPENED. THE PEOPLE ARE NOT IN THE EXACT SHOES OF REAL PEOPLE. ANY SIMALAR HAPPENING ARE MERE COINCEDENCES. THIS STORY HAS BEEN TWISTED IN SUCH A FASHION ALL THE PEOPLE IN THIS STORY ARE NOT, NOR WILL EVER BE REAL.

[WsE]

You could have everything in one post ^_^

[Vlådimirå]

Originally Posted by WsE

You could have everything in one post ^_^

Yeah but its easier to post in sections because if I dont I'll feel pressured to get it done so quik. and Also if people want to comment on a certain section they can quote that instead of everyone having to read the entire story to figure out wich line they are talking about. Thanks for the suggestion though. at the very end I might post the entire story I think.

[Vlådimirå]

I am Vladimira, Skull Nabokov . I am well known for my distasteful interest in “older men”

I sit and look out the window. I saw this very handsome man. He was young, yet much older than I.
He had hair darker than the nigh sky, and eyes the same. He was a musician. He made amazing music.
But to my fright, He only sung about young girls. To my advantage I was one.
I decided to talk to that young man. “Give me your laced glove!” he said to me. I handed over my glove with bizarre bliss in my heart. “What’s your name?” he asked me. “Skull” I told him. “Skull? that’s an odd name for a young girl..” He told me. I smiled and glance away. He had no idea of how “Mentally Unstable”
I was.

“What’s your name?” I asked. “Musician. I only give my true name to close friends.” I sulked and looked like someone “told me right”.
I asked “may I be your friend?” I asked with a smile an near pain in my eyes. “Sure… what ever…”
He told me. I didn’t ask his name again because I didn’t want to screw up again. I only had so many chances. “Hey Girl! What kind of music do you like?” he asked me. “I like the same music you like.” I said to him. “That’s amazing , Girl!” he said. I sat down and took a cup of tea at the small table in the cafe.
He too, took tea at the cafe and sat at the same table. We sat there, the only noise was the sipping of tea, for almost an hour. “I’d better leave, its getting late.” he said. “Okay bye I told him.”

I took my chariot home, and sat at the kitchen table. “I wonder what kind of women he likes…”
I ignored the mess on the table and the dripping tea in the kettle. I poured some of it out in to my cup and thought about that young man. I saw him walking down the street the next day and walked into the café with him. But he did not know. I heard him say to his friends “I adore maids!” That made me think. I went back home and cleaned the kitchen, the scattered clutter on the desk to the dripping of the tea in the kettle. ‘Maybe I can learn to sew too.” I said to myself.

I took my own advice. I made me a wonderful maid dress. It had beautiful laces, ribbons, and striped socks to match. “I will be amazing when I wear this to meet him!” I was about to admit my feeling to him… Unfortunately I was over come with shyness and fear. I took a commoners dress, and a hood to match. I then set off to his house pretending to be an unknown messenger.

“A young lady in the town loves you!” I said in my disguise. “Who is this young girl?” he asked.
“..Skull..” I said. I ran off as fast as the wind. I decided… “From now on…he is my brother…” I laughed in a rather unthinkable manner, knowing us both would be accused of incest. Word Got around town of that I was guilty of incest. I laughed at the taunting and torment they put up on me. I asked for them to throw the tomatoes and spit upon me. I was laughing the whole time.

I knew he was accused of a crime neither of us truly committed. I could never take back those things I said about him. I could only take the punishment I put upon him. I begged and plead for them to spit on me, and swift beatings of sharp hands on me. I laughed, like an endless clown being devoured by the bull he taunted with the red cloth.. Known as fake incest. I was mad. I was mentally unstable, and deranged. All I could do is take the beatings of enraged towns people. Volume one for ya.

[weika]

Originally Posted by Vlådimirå

ALSO READ BEFORE ANY READING : ...

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[Vlådimirå]

Originally Posted by weika

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Read before reading my story:
BTW did you like the book?

[UnknownFact2]

i want to meet a girl interested in "older" men.

[weika]

Interesting, I dare say.