The Napkin Origami Sonnet: Introductory Chapter
By Jake Lovetarded
Next to the shimmering brook that flowed softly between the mountain
forest, the couple cuddled together, feeling the warmth of each others’
breath as it cascaded across the facial plain. Cecilia was her name, as
her boyfriend’s Reds cap sat comfortably atop her golden blonde hair. Her
bright red halter top went perfectly with her ruby lips and black
Capri-style pants, as she nestled with Stanley. Stanley’s slightly
darkened skin was a result of the sun, as it was revealed by his topless
physique and baggy blue jeans.
Cecilia sighs a happy and content sigh, as she adjusts her position on
Stanley’s denim-clad lap.
“I could just pack all my belongings and live here,” she thought aloud.
Stanley winked, grabbing her tighter around the waist and burying his lips deep into the crevice of her neck and collarbone. Cecilia graciously
responded by giggling and twirling her left hand fingers through his coarse
black hair. Stanley looks up at his love, and meets his nose with hers,
nuzzling like great white Eskimos in the freezing rain. As Cecilia’s lips
found their way to the red and moist duplicates, they met to rejoice in
unison. “Hallelujah!” they cried out, passionately embracing in the warmth
brought upon by electricity.
“I’d have to stuff you in my suitcase. It’d be a tight squeeze.”
Cecilia laughed as she shifted her weight over Stanley, causing him to
fall off the rock, flat on his back. The coolness of the green grass patch
felt good, sending a surge throughout his body. Prickling his skin, it was
pushed down as Cecilia straddled his stomach, soft hands upon the bones of
his shoulders and restraining him from movement. Still giggling, she
shifts, placing her legs out parallel to his body as she sits straight with
her calves touching the sides of his cheeks.
“Go back the other way,” Stanley commanded.
“Why? Too heavy on ya?” Cecilia winked in response.
“No,” he replied. “I can’t see those gorgeous green eyes from here.”
Cecilia cooed, as she slowly moved to her original resting position.
Bringing her face only inches from his, she smiled seductively.
“That better?”
Stanley nodded, but was quickly overtaken by her satin lips. As he began to kiss back, however, she pulled away like a teasing toddler in nursery
school.
“Wha...unghhhh...”
This was all Stanley was able to muster, as he could feel the fingernails
dig deep through his flesh, easily bypassing his ribcage. The once soft
hand now felt like a knifed robot as it clutched its target with the
fingers. Brutally ripping it free, Cecilia rose to her feet, holding the
once beating red organ high in the air. Laughing wickedly, she threw it
into the creek, and like a fishhook bobber, it tumbled throughout the top
of the water. Cecelia peered down at her victim with utter hatred, looking
into his now blank eyes, as remaining teardrops slithered down the pale
mountains of his cheekbones.
“Pussy.”
She then proceeded to spit a disgusting rocket of phlegm, hitting his
lifeless face directly in the mouth. Before walking away, she stuck out
her socked right foot and rubbed in the saliva vigorously, laughing
wickedly throughout the task.
“Hope it tasted good.”
Continuing her laugh as she slowly walked away from the scene, her skin grew red and her forked tail broke free from the rear of her Capri pants.
Removing Stanley’s Reds cap from her skull, the two-inch horns could be
seen protruding from the top of her head.
When gone like a flashing ray of darkness, down where Stanley once lay, a black marigold had taken its place, surrounded by clover and Bermuda grass.
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