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CRFT snippet #2: Sonnets

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The following is unedited and all grammatical errors are mine:

Ray needed to be in two places at the same time: his swim meet and Romance Lit Club. It was his first swim meet so he chose to go there asking his twin to stand in for him at RLC. Although Marcus knew what he was in for, he obliged for he couldn’t say no to his twin, plus, there was bribery cake in it. 

The club had a total of thirty members and they met in the music room on Wednesday evenings. Today, twenty-three showed up to read their favorite sonnet. Marcus was aghast. There was no way he was going to pull this off now. He hated sonnets! 

A tall lanky guy stands and addresses Marcus, “Ray, if you don’t mind…”

Where Ray was charming, Marcus was the total opposite, but he forced a smile – when all he wanted to do was coldly glare – and said, “By all means, be my guest, Papin.” He listened half-heartedly as Papin gushed over a sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and tuned him out as he gazed out the window thinking about the batch of cupcakes Ray was going to especially bake just for him. 

“I shall but love thee better after death.”

“Ugh!” Marcus moaned in despair when some of the girls clap wildly. “Please, stop the train I want to get off.” By the time the fourth reader dramatically read her sonnet, Marcus wanted to hurt something. “I rather watch water boil!” he let out a breath and chanted internally, Think about the cupcakes. Oui, the cupcakes!

They were black coffee vanilla cupcakes that left a somewhat bittersweet coffee aftertaste in the mouth. Ray was skilled at creating bizarre foods that ended up being masterpieces. 

The cupcakes.

And they were all his after sitting in on this stupid romance club for one hour and a half. The cupcake dream soon disappear when Jarvis Facinelli said, “This sonnet is perhaps the most popular to date! It’s Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare who I consider the greatest romance writer of all time.”

Trying hard not to laugh, Marcus bit the inside of his left cheek and insolently rolls his eyes, “Right, and Shah Rukh is the best actor in the world.” 

Jarvis frowns. “Ray, I know you have your opinions…”

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” Marcus cuts off the escalating rant. “Thou art more lovely and more temperate.” He mocks. “As if he was comparing his love to the weather! It’s emotionless and dispassionate and it’s like talking to a dead fish.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jarvis challengingly folds his arms. “then what’s your killer passionate opening? Something from a dead French fanatic, perhaps?” he sneers.

“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine,” Marcus smirks as the class was thrown into an uproar. A few of the girls sigh dreamily. Papin was frantically trying to rack his mind for the sonnet number and Jarvis was still staring at him with contempt. 

“Who wrote that sonnet?” Papin finally asked. 

“Ever heard of the Holy Bible?” Marcus looks on as everyone nods. “Good. That’s Song of Solomon. Read chapter one for the next class and we’ll discuss the greatest piece of romance ever told. As for me,” he picks up his backpack. “I’ll be devouring some of the finest cupcakes soon. Au revoir!”

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The Old Switcheroo!

Well, I know that you’re familiar with this one! 😄You might have also seen movies with twins switching lives or a class for a day or maybe even two. Some results were hilarious, or successful, while some were plain disastrous; but twins enjoy sharing the pranks they’ve pulled on their classmates, friends, and even relatives. One of my favorite accounts involved identical twin teachers pulling off the big switcheroo, but some students noted the difference in handwriting and the class went nuts. Luckily, the teacher was just standing in for his identical twin for one day… or was he?

However, it is also important to note that although identical in appearance, twins do have different personalities and habits. They might look the same, but they are not always the same except in a few rare cases.  

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CRFT snippet #1: In my feelings

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The following is unedited and all grammatical errors are mine:

Ramses Alexander Page III looks back and forth between Marcus and the identical mirror twin Ray, an idea forming in his mind. There was a theory he wanted to test ever since he read about it in the science journals and here, was a pair of twins that unknowingly presented themselves for the opportunity. 

“Salut!” he enthusiastically greeted Ray as the Auburn head teen sat down to lunch at their favorite table in the spacious cafeteria. It took a while to learn how to tell the twins apart although sometimes it was still hard especially when they were wearing identical expressions. “How’s Romance Lit club?”

Ray genuinely smiles. “I am happy with the last turn out. This week we’ll be looking at Pablo Neruda’s work.” he looked at the Egyptian-Greek with earnest. “Would you like to join?”

“Poetry is not my thing.” Ramses realized that Marcus was wrapping up his pep talk with the football team of which he was the captain of. He had to move fast. “So, I read something interesting about identical twins.” When he had Ray’s curious attention, he asked, “If I were to hit you, would Marc feel it?”

“No, it doesn’t work that way. I… hey!” Ray cried out as Ramses slaps him on the arm just as Marcus proceeds to sit. 

“You didn’t feel that?” Ramses asked the ever-scowling twin. 

“Feel what?” Marcus gruffly asks tearing into the beef sandwich.

Ramses shrugs and ate lunch with his buddies in silence wondering how to finish carrying out his theory without Marcus killing him. He closed his aquamarine eyes, count to ten and swiftly kicks Marcus in the shin. The result was instant. The twins let out a howl of pain and automatically reached for the offended area at the same time. As they were facing each other, it looked like they were mirroring each other.

“So that’s what they meant by mirror identical!” Ramses mused out loud. “And now that I have the answer to my theory, I shall be on my way.” He makes to get up, but Marcus grabs him by the lapel of his school jacket and yanks him back down in the chair just as Ray starts ranting about painful shins.

“What is wrong with you? Do you know that the tibia is protected by a thin layer of skin? That actually hurt, you idiot!”

“You hurt my brother, you pay,” Marcus sneers.

“But I kicked you, not Ray!”

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Myth or Fact: Do twins share each other’s pain?

Although this has been proven as fiction by TONS of experiments conducted over the years, there are some accounts of identical twins who have felt each other’s pain. Sally Keeble felt her identical twin sister’s labor pains and it wasn’t a walk in the park for her. Identical twins Angela King and Elena Gatt also insisted that they share each other’s pain ranging from accidents to morning sickness. When Angela was 8, she had her tonsils removed. Meanwhile, Elena was unaware and stayed with her grandmother screamed at the exact moment Angela’s tonsils were removed. 

Science can’t explain everything nor was everything meant to be explained when it comes to identical twins and their feelings. A twin connection is simply unique to that of a normal sibling. 

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Crazy Rich French Twins: an introduction

From today, twins are going to reign for the month of November! 😉

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At the beginning of the month, I said that I wouldn’t be participating in NaNoWriMo because I don’t have the energy to do so this time around. I also shared the title of the serial I would’ve liked to work on: Crazy Rich French Twins. I’m yet to start working on it, but I’ve jotted down some ideas which I’ll most likely share during the month of November.

THE INCEPTION

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It happened one evening. While scouring Amazon for titles to add to my TBR (sometime earlier this year), an idea took shape: take the first four titles of books I come across and write my own short story based off it. I used to do this with song and movie titles. I came across a book titled ‘Crazy Rich Asians’. I’ve never heard about the book before, although it came out in 2014, but I liked the sound of it and wrote this title down. I was going to write a short story for my own crazy rich French twins and voila! A parody was born.

I’ll admit though, that I have no interest in reading ‘Crazy Rich Asians’ at this point.

THE TWINS

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I have mentioned them several times over the past few years in short stories during various stages of their lives, featured an episode of CRFT for Short Story Sunday and did a writing tag for the story. I’ve had them around ever since I started writing. 

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This story centers around the twins’ lycée years. They look something like this…

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Beautiful art via Prince Canary. They’re top class! I wish to have my characters drawn like this someday.

…but with wavy auburn hair and standing at 5’11”. Ray and Marcus are mirror identical twins, geniuses, and super wealthy, but they sure don’t act like it. 😉I’ll admit, though, I’m not too sure of the direction I’m going with this so it’ll be cool to experiment.

THE LOCATION

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Based on the title, you weren’t expecting Russia, China or even Trinidad, right? To be fair, I may use various locations as I continue to write the serial, but for now, I want to focus on France. It’ll also give me a chance to brush up on my French. I’ll also be sharing some snippets here and there from the serial and debunking twin myths along the way. 

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Sometimes, you can’t go home.

Short Story #25

Jack Payet absentmindedly sat in the empty office amidst the clutter of reports strewn on the floor, twisting his wedding ring back and forth bruising the pale finger in the process. Things were not as they used to be and he found himself staying later at the office pretending to throw himself into his journalistic work so he’ll be the last person to leave. 

Until he stopped leaving altogether. 

His assistant editor had found him asleep on the couch twice with an overnight bag on the floor but didn’t have the gall to say anything. However, curiosity got the best of her the fifth time she found him chasing sleep away with a yawn as he struggled to get his jacket on to begin work for seven and without holding back, breached his privacy by remarking, “Don’t you go home anymore, Jack?” 

And before he could stop himself, words were tumbling out of his mouth. “Sometimes, you can’t go home.” Before she could ask what he meant, words that he never shared with anyone since the mishap tumbled out in quick succession before he changed his mind about sharing. 

“The comfy embrace of bed and sheets no longer welcomes me. Our bedroom feels… hallowed out as if it’s suffering from a terrible loss. I used to hang on to her words. Her breath was mine to take. I just can’t accept the fact that Denise won’t be coming back. Without her, home is never going to be the same again. 

“I simply cannot go back there now that it feels like a tomb… cold and empty.” 

He bows his head in silent respect for his loss and dusty brown hair flops into tired gray-green eyes hiding stories that were yet to be told.

Not knowing what to say for she was not expecting a grieving response to her rhetorical question, his assistant awkwardly asked if he’ll like a cup of coffee. He nodded, not willing himself to speak anymore. 

His heart ached painfully for his beloved. 

So he sat alone in the empty office twirling the ring around his finger as if willing his wife to come walking through the door, but it was all in vain. 

All grammatical errors are mine.

This short is part of a serial I’m currently working on titled “Sanctimonious”. Jack Payet is one of the main characters that is dealing with a huge loss as you can tell from the story. Did his wife leave him? Did he do something regrettable and is too late to fix it? Is his wife dead? Speculations. Speculations.

I’ll like to say more, but this is a story that my bestie (You guys know Tammy!) is reading whenever I update it and I don’t want to spoil much for her. Also, I simply wanted to write a little angst. 

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Who hurt you?

Short Story #24
A Crazy Rich French Twins episode

Smirking, he pounded his right fist into his left palm, about to pummel his favorite victim when strong hands grab his 6’5’ frame and slam it against the lockers. He winced from the impact thinking that he was caught by a teacher or the principal, but when he opened and adjusted his eyes, a 5’11 sky blue-eyed boy was furiously looking at him. He had the punctilious look of a genius, but then, so did both of the da Díxon twins. He figured this one was Marcus for he had a reputation for standing up to bullies and defending the weak for whatever reason. Didn’t wealthy teens had other things to worry about? Like, deciding whether to take the helicopter or the yacht for a trip in the country? Or which Ferrari to drive to school the next day?

Jean-Pierre Papin smirks. “Do you think that I’m afraid of you, Marc? Why don’t you look the other way and mind your business? This does not concern you.”

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“When you’re picking on innocent people, I make it my business.” The lines around the da Díxon boy’s mouth hardens.

Jean-Pierre makes a move to push the teen off him, but the teen was not letting that happen. “If you don’t get off me in cinq, I’m going to hurt you more than I was going to hurt Joe.”

“You don’t scare me.”

Cold steel gray eyes narrowed as Jean-Pierre snarls. “Oh yeah? Unhand me and I’ll make you scared of me.” he scoffs and tries changing tactics to taunt Marcus for him to land the first blow. “Shouldn’t you be at home planning some fancy party?”

“Maybe I’ll have it right on your face!”

“You’re not going to like your face after I rearrange it.”

“Alright, who hurt you?”

Jean-Pierre was taken aback by the question. He was expecting Marcus to throw the first punch to start the fight of the century at Paris High, but instead, he gets asked a stupid question. “Huh?”

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“I don’t think that you’ve always bullied people because no one is born that way. Someone must have hurt you. You were bullied at some point in your life and sadly, instead of helping the defenseless, you became the abuser.”

The hands on his jacket were gone, but the twerp was still saying things making his mind wander back to that time.

“You can’t just go around prying on the weak. And you can’t just go looking for fights to boost your ego. Maybe you should try being nice for once.”

“Oh yeah?” Jean-Pierre uses his intimidating height to tower over the shorter boy. “And what if I don’t want to be nice?”

“I’m not giving you an option to be nice.”

Jean-Pierre knew this was one fight he was not going to win with his fists. No one had ever stood up to him before and it knocked the sails out of him.

“I know someone must have hurt you, but it’s never okay to pick on the defenseless just to make yourself feel good. You should be standing up for them for bullying is never the answer. Now, I want you to find Joe and apologize.”

Humbled in front of his peers who witnessed the entire exchange, Jean-Pierre sighs and without a word begins to walk away. 

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He watched as Jean-Pierre’s figure retreats down the hall and disappear around the corner just as his twin joins him.

“I turn my back for one minute and you’re getting into trouble with the charmant mauvais garçon.”

“He isn’t that charming.”

“I know, and I would’ve loved to see his face when you pinned him against the locker and threatened him.”

“I didn’t threaten him.”

“Oh yeah, that’s not what I heard, Ray.”

Ray shrugs. “He thought I was you anyway.”

Marcus laughs as he puts an arm around his identical half and escorts him down the now empty hall. “I guess my reputation precedes me then. That’s why I want to become a lawyer. I want to defend the helpless and what you did for Joe was pretty amazing.”

“Eh, c’est pas grave.”

“Um, Ray, what class do we have now?”

“You have like an eidetic memory and you can’t remember that we have Econ with monsieur Dupont? Ay! What do you use your brain for anyway?”

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*** French Terms used:

cinq – 5

charmant mauvais garçon – charming bad boy

c’est pas grave – no problem

All grammatical errors are mine.

Well, this is what I might be working on if the time permits. If you like it, let me know; if you don’t, still let me know. And remember, bullying in any form is bad. 

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