[HwanHee] One-shot

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[HwanHee] One-shot; --Polaroid Penny--
Topic Started: Apr 20 2005, 01:46 PM (292 Views)
moonpiez!	Apr 20 2005, 01:46 PM Post #1
Super Member Posts: 625 Group: Member Member #3,263 Joined: March 31, 2004	I couldn't find a decent pic of Fany looking as I pictured him in this short poetic summary I wrote mmm maybe a couple years now. It was featured on my xanga, so those who've seen my blog, mighta been familiar with this. I also posted bits of it at FFL. I took this pic from smclubusa, I really wanted to ask someone to make a really nice poster it's not too long of a fic so the time consumption for a fancy poster seemed unnecessary ^^ To those who haven't read it, I hope you can understand it okay. I love writing stories in poetic summaries, but they don't always turn out right. Thanks for reading! Posted Image A sequence of photos, captured with devotion a visual illusion, perfected in motion an image created, an unspoken notion a session professing undying emotion a maintainance with caution, a frame slowly loaded the piece most essential, in place plainly coated A print in progression, significance noted the modest of features, so nimbly promoted a youthful obsession, a quiet declaration a thoughtful expression of sound admiration a portrait far better than any creation self-made and displayed, an exclusive foundation - Story Part I the smile paved serenely upon his weary face so seemed to attract the sunrise in its place and forced to awaken he hurried his pace for yet one opportunity more to embrace He gathered his things, and wore the apparel so known to be worn by the outcasts in sterile but he never worried his flaws by the barrel were ever to place his illusion in peril every one in its place, each tool, one lone service a stumbling exit, uneasy and nervous he hopped on his cycle and sped with a purpose she slowed in her tracks as soon as she heard his asembling the cartridge, adjusting the lenses a breathtaking beauty, ahead kept his senses from keeping his focus, and this the concensus of others unwilling to uphold pretenses. And briefly they stopped, just paces away these many wedged in kept his focus at bay but she boarded the bus, as she did everyday turned to smile approval that merried his way - Part II So later that morning, he hurried along and class after class, so seemed to prolong his lone destination, desires so strong he feared indication that something'd go wrong He saw her among her known popular few and the boys who'd aspire to be with her too he saddened with worry, but briefly, he knew she needed far more than what those few could do He caught her attention, they all looked his way he pulled out his camera, aimed, fired away frozen in motion and captured in gray a Polaroid plenty of Penny, midday. They pulled her along, she stood there and waited and saw him sort through the portfolio updated speak now or speak never, he also debated too little, too late, as her image left baited "Hey, Fanny!" distraction again would exist as he turned to the side, he was met with a fist but the floor broke his fall, before he could resist 'Twas too common a practice, laughed off and dismissed. - Part III The lengthy lunch hour, left him to unmask developing quality prints was a task but gazing upon the most blossoming pasque was an honor in which he would lovingly bask Meanwhile the mess hall played stage to a scene saw Penny surrounded and sought as a queen financially built to athletically lean but devotedly subtle was sadly unseen Now Fanny's obsession was quietly known his admiration for Penny always shown her compassion for him had rapidly grown in the presence of many, Penny ate alone But her smile lit up, when she saw him walk by and as far as they were, they remained eye to eye as he strayed farther down, knew she couldn't deny and she fought off the urge, felt compelled to wave 'hi' So Fanny strolled out on a high unaware that his fellow obsessors waited everywhere from up there to here; from down here to there took beatings, heard insults most cruel and unfair - Part IV The long, busy schoolday was just about done as the administration released everyone. They mingled in circles, and though he had none knew the youthful dramatics had only begun He barely caught sight of Penny in stride enveloped within a small circle outside. Saw a young man approach, her friends scurried aside. Then, saw Penny decline as always a snug ride. She boarded the bus, and consorted aloud while he sped on his cycle away from the crowd arrived at the stop, and amidst a dust cloud he manned the position for which he'd allowed. The lense to his eye as he saw the headlights, he unloaded amuck before she was in sight But her friends walked away, thought the tale too trite. Penny's friends to her left, and Fanny to her right. She looked out both ways, but which path to go? His smile grew wider, who'd dare tell him no? Anxiety mounts, as she ponders, and low Behold Polaroid Penny, a strip and slide show. - Part V He captured each step, every bounce in her hair. Put the tools to the side, when she finally got there. 'Twas a sequence, spectators could no longer bear in a puppy love Polaroids teenage affair. She reached up to tend to the wounds on his skin, massaging his cheek and caressing his chin. And all the emotion kept bottled within had uncapped his affection as he pulled her in. She then took exception, preferred of his kiss. And far too enamored was he to dismiss the notion, what potion of Polaroid bliss! As in every photo, she too had been his. Slid back in his seat, he allowed her to steer. Vowed that she would be safe, so she'd never know fear. The wind in her hair and his voice in her ear. The warmth of their bodies endearingly near. And so the young lovers went cycling away, a time they took out for themselves every day. Unusually natured romantics were they. Their true tale told timeless in Polaroid gray.
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