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Teaser Tuesday: category is…

Something exciting this way comes! Er, well, hoping for the best.

Little Life Update

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Good afternoon, good evening, good night, or morning. Firstly, I apologize for being M.I.A. for the past few days on your blogs, but I’ve been unwell and needed the rest. I’ll try my best to rectify those visits soon. Also, I’m in the process of shopping for a new laptop for the current one is slowly, but surely shutting down and I’m just milking it until its final goodbye. At the moment, I’m unable to access all the blogs I read and I can’t reply back to emails so please bear with me. This post might even take the entire day! 😅😫

The posts that popped up over the weekend were scheduled {on my work computer} and I’m yet to reply to your comments, but I appreciate and thank you for stopping by to read, browse and/or comment. 

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Category is…

Now, to blog business.

Last month I talked about the changes to come on the blog, but I’ve been slow in fulfilling them due to limited time although I have some ideas and half-finished posts in drafts. I’m still deciding which ones to start on…

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Allow me to walk you through a few categories/topics I’m pondering on.

A to Z Challenge

These can be fun depending on the topic and I intend to complete at least 2 this year with a focus on nature specifically animals.

Adventures in the kitchen

Heh! I’m not friends with the kitchen, but we’re trying to be besties. 😁I look forward to chronicling my cooking and baking adventures {if I get to it} so stay tuned for this one!

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Bible thoughts

I know I’m still trying to complete the study of Genesis, but I’ll like to add something to our Bible studies like a monthly study question, a thought, a reflection or an activity. 

Blast from the Past

In which we revisit a few childhood shows/movies to see if we still feel the same way about them. To be honest, this is something I’ve been meaning to get done since 2017, but the time was never right so the project never took off. I made notes on the few selected shows so it’s only to fetch them from drafts. If it doesn’t take off this year, then I know it’s not meant to be.

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Cultural Behavior/Differences 

I love learning/reading/discovering what is considered the norm in different societies! I’m not too sure if this one is a green light as yet, but I’ll like to share what I’ve learned.

Fairy Tale Friday

This project has been on my mind for a few years now. It all started when I helped a student with a fairy tale thesis and I’ve been meaning to explore the world of fairy tales ever since. Not too sure about this one at the moment, but I’ll love to get to it one day.

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Follow Friday

I came across the thankful blog series I started last year and realized that I never completed it so I’ll like to restart the engine on this one.

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Testimony Thursday

I want to start sharing thankful and blessed accounts of the Lord’s goodness from across the web. I may also want to look at different testimonies besides our personal one.

Trailer Reaction (skip it or watch it?)

This one speaks for itself and I look forward to rating trailers. 

What UP Wednesday!!

Twice a month (or so), we meet in the middle of the week to interact. We’ll discuss non-personal items such as a favorite treat or what we’re currently reading.

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Did any of these new categories spark an interest? Let me know in the comment section below! Thank you for reading, and yes, this post took up almost the entire day. 😩

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Busboys!

Short Story #27

“Joyeux Anniversaire! Joyeux…”

Marcus scoffs as his and Ray’s friends – Benny, Justin, Ramses, and Hasan – cheerily sang birthday greetings to them. “Come on, guys, do you want the whole of Montmartre to know it’s our birthday?” 

“Aw, Marc, don’t be grouchy!” Ray positively beams. “We only turn eighteen once!” 

“Don’t encourage them!”

“We still love you, Marc!” Benny and Ramses chortled as the little party walked to the top of the district with Moulin de la Galette in sight.

“Eew! No! Love me less!”

The guys heartily laughed as they came to a stop in front of Le Petit Eiffel its blue and white facade beckoning potential patrons in. The twins had a reserved table for six two months ago and they were looking forward to spending the evening in good company. However, when they walked inside the Belle Époque inspired restaurant, the maître d was near tears and looked as if he was ready to quit.

The little party paused to take in the scene. One busboy was clearing a table of five, two waiters were trying not to crash into each other as they sped to the kitchen with orders and many patrons were complaining about poor service from such a fine establishment!

The maître d sighs. “It’s been like this for the past two hours. Monsieur Deschamps has broken his leg and left his nephew in charge, but Gregorie has not been nice to the staff and they had it to here and some of them quit earlier even the head chef.” 

“What can we do to help?” the twins asked in unison. 

The man was bewildered. “Are you joking? It’s your birthday! Your table is reserved and…”

“We want to help in any which way we can.” Ray was adamant. “La carte, s’il vous plaît.” He scanned the menu and grins. “I can cook everything except the frog legs,” he said making a face. “I’ll cook, Ramses can help, Marc and Benny can bus the tables and Justin and Hasan can be wait staff.”

Marcus frowns. “Why can’t I help you cook?”

“You’ll eat the dishes before they reach the tables.” Ray was already making a beeline for the kitchen. “All right, men, let’s suit up!”

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Le Petit Eiffel had to turn away some patrons after word spread about the da Díxon twins busing tables. When the doors closed at midnight, everyone was exhausted. Marcus sat next to his twin munching on a pack of Lays he found abandoned in the kitchen cupboards. Justin, Benny, and Ramses were on the phones to their parents while Hasan hummed under his breath to an old Egyptian tune.

“Some birthday this turned out to be, huh?”

Ray smiles at Ramses. “At the end of the day, our expensive cologne and fancy clothes mean nothing. Tonight brought me immense joy and when I look back at the year I’ve had, I don’t think any memory will top this night. Being selfless as Jesus is my main priority and I love to serve whenever I can.”

Marcus nods in agreement and runs a hand through his wavy red hair just as Guy the maître d and the skeletal staff of the restaurant wheeled a cake on a trolley into the sitting area.

“Joyeux Anniversaire, jumeaux!” Guy happily exclaimed as everyone gathered around the cake. “Marcus, Ray, and friends, we thank you tremendously for your help tonight, especially on such a special occasion. May the good Lord continue to bless you.”

The twins grin at each other as the restaurant filled with the sweet traditional singing of “happy birthday”.

French terms used:

* La carte, s’il vous plaît – The menu, please.

* Joyeux Anniversaire, jumeaux – Happy birthday twins 

Inspired scripture: 

And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant:
just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”

Matthew 20:27-28

All grammatical errors are mine.

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I must confess that I rarely write stories now. I only write when I’m inspired by God and lately, my focus is not on writing stories so I don’t know when another one might be published on this blog. This one was meant to be longer, but hey, the shorter version works, too. 

Blessed Tuesday and…

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CRFT snippet #4: Copycat!

The following banter is unedited and all grammatical errors are mine:

Ray quickly rakes his hand through his curly reddish hair, give himself the once-over in the mirror, liked what he saw, spritzed on some cologne and head out of his room humming happily. His happiness was shortlived when he met his twin in the lobby. Marcus was wearing the same navy blue cashmere peacoat and his hair was a messy curly fringe like Ray’s. 

“Marc, we’re not going out like this.” Ray gestures at their coat and identical hairstyle. 

“Why not? We always match when we go out to dine at La Petite Fleur!”

“But you’re copying me!”

“Well, you’re copying my face, Ray!”

Ray rolls his eyes. 

“Stop doing that,” Marcus lightly scolds.

Ray was confused. “Doing what?”

“Rolling your eyes. It makes us both look unattractive.”

“Oh, so you could roll your eyes now, but I can’t? Go upstairs and change this instance otherwise I’m not stepping outside with you.”

“Stop acting as if you’re my dad.”

“I am the older twin so technically, I am your father.”

“I’ll hurt you!”

“Ha!” Ray taunts. “I’ll like to see you try without hurting yourself.”

“If this is about the girl, I know you want to impress her, but there is no need to.” Marcus reasons. “Tu lui plais, ça crève les yeux.”

“I know, but I won’t have her thinking that we dressed similarly on purpose to play the identical game. Now, go change and meet me by the fountain.” 

French term used:

*Tu lui plais, ça crève les yeux – She likes you, it’s obvious. 

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The dominant twin

I know what I said last week: that I won’t be sharing any more snippets at the moment, but I couldn’t resist sharing this banter! By the show of hands, who thought Marcus was the oldest (not you, Tammy for you already know)?

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As twins grow, their personalities also grow and change, and although they may look the same, the difference between them becomes more apparent. There are many examples of the first born twin being the bossy dominating leader while the second born is submissive and would follow the older (not so with Esau & Jacob, though!). However, because identical twins’ relationship can be so complex, I don’t think their birth orders matters when it comes to who the dominant twin is.

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Actual footage of Ray & Marcus when they were babies. See how submissive Marc is? 😁

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Forget A Picture; Give Me A Thousand Words

Short Story #26
A crossover fanfiction

An Ethan Hunt romance.

With Wonder Woman.

The following is Part II of This Love Story Will Self-destruct in… 5. I was asked to write it, so here it is. Also, it’s really short. Please proceed:

A million thoughts flew through Diana Prince’s head.

Ethan Hunt. Dating. Holding hands. Social media acceptance. ‘I love you’. Proposal. Missions and mishaps. Saving the world. Fights. Embraces. Rings. Proclamations. ‘I do’. Kisses. Cuddles. In-laws. Talks of starting a family. Ethan’s dark hair. 

His toothpaste-commercial smile.

His smile.

HIS SMILE!

Ethan’s smile reflected the universe like a mirror. It shined so brightly, sometimes it was brighter than the sun. It could’ve probably rivaled the light of the stars by night. 

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Diana shifted a little in her husband’s grip turning her hand just enough to press it flat against his chest as if she needed assurance that he was still breathing. She felt the heartbeat underneath her fingers against her palm and counted the thump thumps. The rhythm of hers didn’t match his. His heartbeat was always strong and steady; her own could never keep up. Yet, her heart always exploded into tiny heart confetti whenever she was with him.

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Their love was the most powerful thing she ever felt!

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But she still worried after his well-being, especially after she sees him leap from building to building and hanging onto the edge of aircrafts. And then he’ll come home to her – bruised, battered, bloody, torn! – as if nothing happened, brood for a few days, leaving her to worry after him.

“I wish I knew what you’re thinking…” Diana softly said against his heart.

Ethan hummed questioningly, raising an eyebrow. What was his wife babbling about now? He didn’t understand. 

“…you don’t smile much after missions and it’s a shame because I love your smile. The light just fades…”

Ah… Ethan broke into a soft smile, lifting one of Diana’s hand and pressing loving kisses to her knuckles. When her eyes met his, he admits, “I never want you to worry.”

“You don’t get to decide what I worry about; that’s not your job.” She chides. “I need to know that you’re okay.” She didn’t add that she had asked Superman to check for her husband’s heartbeat during his last dangerous mission in Kashmir when he suddenly went off the radar and she panicked until Superman begrudgingly assured her that Ethan was fine. “If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s honestly fine, but I need to know that you’re okay, Ethan. Always.”

All grammatical errors are mine.

I enjoyed exploring this side of the universes for fanfiction! It was a blast writing Ethan & Diana out of their natural setting and I’ll like to add a few more shorts to this series, but I’m not sure as yet. 

I also wanted to add Ethan’s reply at the end – which was one line – but I like it better with WW’s soft plead. 

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CRFT snippet #3: Money don’t matter tonight

The following is unedited and all grammatical errors are mine:

Rue St. Honoré. A street lined with opulent fashion boutiques that one may be forgiven if they thought they were at a fashion show. People who couldn’t afford to purchase ridiculously overpriced brands such as Hermès, Dior, Gucci, or Chloé, still stopped and stared in awe at the untouchable items showcased behind glinting glasses. Some were trying to get a glance at the da Díxon twins; they previously ducked into one of the stores and the public was trying to figure out which one. Ever since the twins were featured on the cover of Vogue Paris the French couldn’t get enough. 

“This… is very expensive,” Benny Lafayette was afraid to venture further into the store. He was overwhelmed by the pristine clothes, shiny shoes, and flashy accessories. “Why couldn’t we go somewhere else… less expensive?”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “This is my favorite store!” He was clutching a thick book on snakes in his right hand as he circled a few mannequins sporting leather clothing, impressed. “And I want you to enjoy it with me. I haven’t forgotten that I have money. Ne pars pas les mains vides.” 

“We could’ve gone to Bottega Veneta,” Ray said behind him. 

“As if I’ll ever wear something that isn’t French! It’s the reason why I chose not to walk the Paco Rabanne show with you this weekend.” 

“You’re ridiculous!”

“You’re not patriotic enough!”

Benny sighs. “Remind me again, which one of you is older?”

“Remind me, again, why you’re not shopping?” Marcus retorts at his best friend. He gained the attention of two salesmen and starts pointing. “I want every leather jacket on these mannequins, those folded shirts, these coats here, clear everything on this aisle, the jacket with the tribal embroidery, these polo shirts except the striped ones for they belong in a bonfire, all of those black jeans and the pair of black boots in the glass display.” 

Benny’s mouth would’ve hit the floor if Ray didn’t nudge him in the side with an elbow. “Relax, he goes shopping once a year and he tends to buy everything.”

“Easy for you to say, Ray. Why aren’t you buying anything?”

Grand-père made me come with Marc although I don’t need anything.” He tilts his head discreetly at a dinner jacket he saw Benny eyeing earlier, as Marcus allowed something else to sway his attention. “You, on the other hand, should get something otherwise Marc would be insulted.”

French terms used:

*Ne pars pas les mains vides – don’t go empty-handed

* grand-père – grandfather 

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Despite looking the same and dressing alike sometimes, some identical twins do have particular styles when it comes to fashion sense. Ray’s style is more sophisticated while his brother is a sucker for leather and black when he’s not in the school’s uniform. I would’ve liked to post the entire chapter, but then it wouldn’t be a snippet. I wanted to do something different with this shopping chapter hence the overboard shopping. 😁

On another note, NaNo would be over in 4 days and this is probably the last snippet I’ll be sharing… for now. At the beginning of the month, I discussed why I won’t be participating in NaNo, but I had an idea of what I wanted to write (CRFT) and I promised to share a few raw unedited snippets. This was completed. However, I do plan to share more snippets (I promised to share a snippet and my thoughts on ESP for a reader so there’s that), just not now. I’ve put this under the YA genre rather than Contemporary. I’m also extremely happy that people enjoyed reading about rich twins that have morals. 

Thank you for reading, leaving your comments, and even suggestions for the story. I appreciate it a lot… so do the twins. 😉

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CRFT snippet #2: Sonnets

Thanks to Kage of RLyis for this lovely cover

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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