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.”
“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?”
“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.
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?”
*** 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.
***GIFs via Google Search
So, Grace over at Following Him Beside Still Waters nominated me to do this tag some months ago (try January) and I completely slept on it. I can never get around to completing tags in a timely manner, but I thank Grace for the nomination and I’m here for it, but first…
I don’t really write anymore. I still enjoy it from time to time, but I don’t devote my energy to it as before. However, I’ll be doing this tag with my serial Crazy Rich French Twins given that I don’t have much writing material as before to choose from. This serial is still in its planning stages, but I’ll try to feature an episode for Short Story Sunday soon. I am also contemplating on entering it for this year’s NaNoWriMo.
I don’t have a playlist for CRFT, but if one song had to remain it’ll be ‘Oubliez Moi’ by Ridsa. It fits perfectly given that the story is set in France.
CRFT shares two protagonists who are supa dupa mirror identical twins so good luck identifying who is who.
The twins are practically one so they’ll go out with Jean-Pierre Papin at Ladurée in the Champs Elysées…
…and maybe leave with some tasty macarons. Kudos to Ladurée for inventing this tasty treat.
The joke is on the little guy who spends his miserable life under a bridge for I don’t have any chapters as yet. Plus, I don’t need to cross the bridge by walking over it when I can simply fly over it in a helicopter.
You won’t ever see me at parties for it’s not my thing, but it’ll have to be Ray da Díxon. He’s sunshine in a cup and a beautiful soul. He’s fascinating and his mind works like no other so I know he’ll be a blast to hang with!
It’s okay, I’ll pick the lock myself. Oh, right, this is about the characters. How dare I pick the lock myself! This is a job for… anyone of my main characters actually.
I hate zombies! I won’t be choosing any character to go to Mars for we’re not cowards. We’re going to form an army and go Nick Morton on them! Flee to Mars? Please!
It’s France! I’ll go EVERYWHERE & ANYWHERE! Loire Valley Châteaux, Palace of Versailles, Mont Saint-Michel… EVERYWHERE & ANYWHERE! I cannot just choose one place! … okay, for question’s sake, at the moment, I’ll choose the panoramic Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur.
Or I’ll probably stay at Villa Kerylos in Beaulieu-sur-Mer:
To Ray: Always be that sunshine we love. (I know its cheesy, but this is Monsieur Cheesy himself from The Most Romantic Man in the World series so it’s quite fitting.)
To Marcus: Stay true; never change for society.
I’ll probably use Jean-Pierre Papin. Bastard had it coming.
For Ray: he has one of the sweetest tooth known to mankind, so a healthy slice of clafoutis.
For Marcus: every single dessert on the menu! Yes, he puts his twin to shame when it comes to consumption of food.
This was so much fun to do! I’ll love to do another fun tag such as!
***GIFs & pictures via Google Search
Back again with more cheesy stuff via everyone’s favorite Frenchman, Ray da Díxon. Well, he’s not quite everyone’s favorite… yet! 😁
Welcome back to another installment of Cheesy Writings! No, seriously, I can be very cheesy whenever I have nothing on the mind. >.<
I’ve been experiencing a writing slump since the beginning of the year and I’ve been writing on and off whenever I feel the need to/inspired. However, I am at my happiest whenever I write material of a spiritual matter and that’s why I love pouring my heart and time into Bible studies.
Today, I want to share a few of the covers, backgrounds, and designs I’ve worked on in the last few months. Whenever I start a new story, the gears start turning in my head immediately and I turn to the designing process which is meant to inspire me, but they don’t always do the trick.
I get most of my images from Pixabay or Unsplash. I sometimes combine Fotor and Canva where it concerns the fonts. What I love about Canva is the fact that even if there’s a design to purchase, you can remove their design, add yours and still download it for free. How. Cool. Is. That?
Bear in mind, that these are just for fun for I am no expert when it comes to designing covers although I think I’ve improved over the last few years.
This was one of my favorite covers to create! Yes, the picture is simple, but it all boils down to the fonts. I was eager to start this story at the beginning of the 2017/18 football season to chart FC Barcelona’s progress in a fictional world, but sadly, I won’t be finishing this story. I didn’t put enough time and effort into this one and I don’t feel like watching highlights for some matches just to make it work. I’ve written 5-7 chapters and I’ve stopped there. Maybe I’ll share it one day. Maybe I won’t.
The law won’t quit me! I tried running away from it, but time after time, I just find myself reading books on law whether they’re fictional or not, so I decided to write my own story. It’s a Law Comedy of sorts, but I have to devote time to actually writing it chapter by chapter and not in the pieces that I’ve compiled.
Just a fun graphic for a story that I’m working on for my family and friends. I’m telling the story through, you guessed it, text messages! Sadly, I’m only on message #3. 😞
Writing started for me when I gave birth to a pair of French identical mirror twins by the name of Ray and Marcus da Díxon and it’s been non-stop adventures and action ever since! The thing is, I have a tendency to reuse them in almost all of my stories and it never gets boring. I just reinvent them… I’ll explain another time. This story is told using all forms of social media including YouTube, Twitter, and Instagram.
I get to make graphics like this…
…and I get to make magazine graphics somewhat.
Do I have a story about how the title for this one was conceived! I was sourcing through Amazon (nothing new here) for titles I can probably use for short stories when I came across some book called ‘Crazy Rich Asians’. I’ve never heard of the book before, but I read the blurb, liked it, sadly didn’t order it – although I hear there’s a movie coming out in the summer be it God’s willing – and chose the title for a series in which I parody wealth – or maybe not for I actually want to show that wealthy characters are not boring as via my awesome French twins! So, this is going to be a blast to write.
“God does take too long to answer prayers,” he fussed behind the now frowning Frenchman in the coffee line. “Maybe if I see the face of God, I’ll believe in Him. It must be easier to believe in the devil.”
That was it.
Marcus turns to look at the grumbling man behind him. The man’s face was beaten with weathered lines crisscrossing from the left to right, a visible scar on the chin. He wore a baseball jersey tucked neatly into black dress pants, his hair unkempt.
“Have you ever seen the devil face to face?” Marcus calmly asked.
The man scrutinized him with hard cold blue eyes. “No, but…”
“Did the devil ever came to you in the flesh and proclaim, “Here, I am, Satan, Lord of Darkness now believe?” Did he died for your sins?”
“Are you crazy?”
Marcus didn’t let the petty insult faze him. “The same faith that you instill in a wicked being without seeing him face to face, why can’t you instill that faith in the Most High above?”
He had the attention of the people and the barista now.
“We might have seen depictions of what the devil looks like, but he did not offer you eternal life. It is easier to believe in the devil because entertainment tells you to given that it’s there for a distraction. That’s why it’s hard for you to believe that a Higher Force exists.
“Who do you think created nature? Man? Where do you think your talent comes from? What is that little blessing called? A miracle and the devil cannot bless you with one. What he does is lie to you and provide a temporary relief to your living situations. Don’t let the wickedness of this world deceive you. Just as it is easy for you to believe that the devil exists, then, it is easy for you to believe that God does indeed exist. Now, if you excuse me, I have a coffee to purchase. Have a blessed day.”
The man stood daunted for a while coming to grip with what had just taken place. Maybe the Frenchman was right. Maybe he needed to reevaluate his perspective on life and have a little faith sometimes.
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