Marko’s was standing so close to Maria that she could feel the heat coming off his body while thinking; I never want this moment to end.
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Sunday, March 9, 2014
Marko & Maria (Part 4 preview)
Marko’s was standing so close to Maria that she could feel the heat coming off his body while thinking; I never want this moment to end.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Nursing Culture
Nursing Culture
CS204: Professional
Presence
12/8/2013
Shaun
Johnson
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Monday, November 12, 2012
Marko & Maria (Part 3)
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Wedding Picture Exercise
So I will post some of writing here.
Exercise #1 - Write a fictional, one-page story based on a wedding photo
As I sit here in my aisle seat wearing my elegant sleeve-less white dress at Willow's and Marcel's wedding, enjoying watching this lovely couple unite themselves as one. I think to myself.
When will it be my turn. I am a very attractive woman. I have a lot to offer a man. I am a self sufficient woman. Maybe that is the problem?
I know that my time will come, so for now I will sit here and enjoy is blessed moment.
Marcel's white tux is breathtaking. The fit of the blazer is perfect. His hair is perfect, but it must have taken a lot of product to get it to look like that. The only thing that I would change is his shoes. He had to wear the black chucks. I don't know why Willow let him wear those shoes.
Willow's white dress is glorious. The scope in the back is tailor made for her. The way that the train gently touches the red and white rose petals as she walked by. Her make-up looks great.
Plus I love the location for this mid June wedding. The way that the sun is lighting the Willow and Marcel through the trees is breathtaking.
This is how I want my wedding to look like, when it's my turn
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Marko & Maria (Part 2)
As Maria ever so slowly backed away from Marko, she started to look up towards his eyes, but the first thing that she locked her gaze onto has his lips. She started to memorize every little grove on his upper and lower lips while thinking. If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, then lips are definitely the gateway to sensuality.
She slowly took one-step back while not taking her eyes off Marko’s lips and asked, “Would you like something to drink?”
“Coffee if you any brewed, but if you don’t water will do.” He reluctantly released his grip on Maria as she started to turn and walk toward the kitchen. Marko did not know what to do next. What am I doing here? He turned and sat down on the couch behind him.
Maria entered the kitchen with the grace of a ballerina. She gliding from the cabinet door to the refrigerator with two glasses, as she pulled open the refrigerator to grab the jug of water she was thinking. He’s here; he’s in my living room. She pours the water into the glasses. He is here! She places the jug of water on the counter. What does these mean? I have wanted this for a very long time. Maria grabs both glasses of water a slowly starts to walk back into the living room.
“All that I have is water,” Maria said.
“That works for me,” Marko replied while Maria placed the glass of water into his hand. “So how is school going?”
“It’s going well,” Maria replied as she sat next to Marko in the couch. “I only have one more year left and then I have a choice to make. Do I stay and look for a job and settle down or, do I go to Vermont for graduate school. What do you think?”
Marko did not know how to answer the question. He thought If I say that she should stay, she might look to deep into that. However, I tell her that she should go to Vermont she might look too much into that as well. Marko slowly took a slip of water and then answered, “The one that gives you the best opportunity.”
“So you think I should go?” Maria asked.
“That’s not what I am say Maria,” Marko turned and looked deep into her eyes. “You need to do what is best for you. If you want to continue school, then continue school. If you want to stay and find a job here, then find a job here.” However, he eyes were telling Maria a completely different answer. They were saying, quite loudly; don’t go, stay here with me.
Without breaking eye contact with Marko, Maria placed her water on the side table and said, “Why don’t you tell the answer that you can’t say.”
Marko knew that Maria knew what his eyes were telling her. “I can’t Maria.” He turned his head, breaking eye contact with Maria, “You know why.”
“I know but, at this moment, I don’t care about that.” Maria sat up and took Marko’s glass out of his hand a placed it on the side table beside hers. She leaned in, looked into Marko’s, and said, “Marko, if that mattered right now then you wouldn’t be here with me now.”
“Maria,” Marko started to say, but Maria had a different plan.
She leaned in a passionately kissed Marko before he could say another word. Maria started to run her hand slowly down Marko’s left arm, starting at his shoulder working her hand to his elbow, then down to his wrist. As Maria started to slowly feel all of Marko’s fingers, she brushed something that she forgot about. Marko’s wedding ring.
(TO BE CONTINUED……)
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Marko & Maria (PART 1)
"Come in," said a gentle voice from behind the door.
Marko opened the rusty screen door and positioned his hand on the doorknob. At that exact moment, he thought again. What am I doing here? I should not be here. However, other feelings got the best of him as he opened the pale green door. As he entered, Marko raised his head and saw the reason why he was there.
Sitting behind the computer screen, there she was, Maria. As Maria looked from behind her computer screen, with her piecing green eyes, she gazed at Marko with a look of pure animal lust. Maria was hoping that Marko did not see this passionate gaze, but what Maria did not realize was that Marko was giving the same look back. Marko and Maria's eyes meat for a second, the feeling, and passion has radiating through. Both had to turn their eyes away from each other very quickly since both of them started to blush.
"Hello," said Maria in a soft passionate tone, but her eyes where saying something completely different, they were telling the story of how the night would play out. First Marko would give her a sensual massage, second she would looking longingly into the equally passionate blue eyes and slowly go in for a very passionate kiss, third would evolve less clothing that either of them had on.
"Hello Maria. What have you been doing for the past three hours?" Marko asked while we were squatted down untying his shoes, not aware of the look that Maria was giving him.
Maria started to stand up and stroll from behind her computer desk while moving her hand to her face to do away with her glasses, since she knew that she would not need them on for long, and said, "Not much. I have been editing and re-editing a paper I have to write for school"
"Sounds like fun. What is the paper about?" Marko asked while standing back up and thinking. What am I doing here? I should not be here. Marko started to stroll towards Maria to give her a long overdue hug.
As Maria and Marko embraced, neither of them wanted to release each other. Marias' head has pressed up against Marko's chest; she was getting lost in the rhythm of Marko's heartbeat, while Marko placed his cheek on top of Maria's head. The embrace felt like it lasted for hours, but thirty seconds into the embraced that both wanted more than anything in the world, Maria's cell phone started ringing.
"You should answer that," Marko quietly said.
"I don't want to. I don't want to move yet." Maria said while squeezing Marko and burying her face into Marko's chest.
Marko lowered his lips to Maria's ear a whispered, "I know."
Maria withdrew her head form Marko's chest and turned to look directly into Marko's stunning blue eyes. As their eyes meet, Maria felt the blood rush to her face. She could not keep herself from looking at Marko's soft, kissable lips. Her heart started to pound faster and faster.
"You should answer your phone. It could be work calling you." Marko softly said to Maria.
"I don't care who is calling me. I am here with you. I don't want us to be interrupted. I know what you had to do to come over here." Maria said while release her grip in Marko.
(TO BE CONTINUED…………….)
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The Tomb
The Maine Mall is dying. This once grand monument of commerce is starting to show cracks and voids in the once solid concrete foundation that it is standing on. The once lighthearted gazes on the consumers and mall employee faces have now turned into somber, mournful, blank stares. This once social runway of spending is now a quiet, tight-wallet tomb; even the upbeat music playing over the public announcement system cannot help the mood within the mall.
Employees that work within the tomb have turned from upbeat, lively, and productive workers into unproductive, money smelling vultures that stand guard in the entranceway like the statuesque guards at Buckingham Palace. When a customer passes through the threshold of the store, the statuesque employees swoop in from multiple angles like a bird of prey finding the best moment of weakness, so that they can dive in for the kill. By using many, conventional methods of attack, "Do you need any help?", "What can I help you find today?", and the coup de gras of all attack methods, "Have you checked out our clearance section?" This exposes the consumer with a brief moment of weakness. However, these methods are effortlessly deflected with the legendary, "Thank you, but I am only looking."
Amongst the statuesque employees, are vibrant, almost blinding clearance signs, "50% off," "75% off," and "Everything must go!" These signs are a relentless attack on the senses, with the neon yellow, radiant red, and dazzling orange colors that make you frantically hunt for your sunglasses or shelter your eyes with a free hand until you stagger away. Even though these signs are used to generate sales, the sheer fact that these signs are in the store's display widows act as an endless reminder that this place is as quiet as a tomb.
Once you have unveiled your eyes, you have to, cautiously be on guard from the next barrage. This onslaught comes from the fraternity that works within every one of the cell phone kiosks. These alpha-males with the suaveness of Casanova, or so they think, dress like the male fashion models that grace the pages of GQ while using influential, ear-candy words like "Honey," "Baby," and "Sugar" to draw in unsuspecting females. After the frat boys use every weapon within their arsenal: the boyish grin, the head tilt, the wink, and the rarely used, but highly affective, batting of the eyelashes. They attempt to move in for the effortless sale. The frat boy starts discussing roughly about what the phone is able to do for them while casually pointing out that the phone comes in pink, this last bit of knowledge is all that the unsuspecting female needs to know. She signs a new contract and passes her shiny pink credit card to the frat boy so that he can conclude the sale. As he hands the bag with her new pink phone, the frat boy continues to flirt with the woman that he just swindled out of her hard-earned money. She flirts for a minute, then goes on her way.
Overlooked, within the dark, assaulting confines of the tomb are two young, lively mothers pushing strollers talking like old friends that have not seen each other in decades. Their beaming bright smiles cut through the dreariness of the tomb like a lighthouse cutting through the thick, dense fog. The two young mothers are a small beacon of light, giving the tomb a small ray of hope.
(This was a English Comp II paper from 2009)