The Big Book of OC Tales

i write like a boomer because my vibes said so

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And there she was—! The ever lingering scent of summer on her hair, the sun kissed her on the cheeks, the queer look in her eyes mischievously taken him in.

Oh, is that man, oh-so taken. Taken by the vexing winds that enraptured the two so.

Blasphemous! The elders would spit onto the cheeky couple, whose breathlessness mingled in with the love shared upon them. The love-stricken fools see no hardship, forgoing the ridicule in the passerbys, as if fate dictates they be in love.

Those are such tales told by mouth.

Donning a simple summer dress, stretching in big strides unflattering her femininity, a dainty figure; Juliet Erine Sherbet is nothing but a man in a woman's skin.

The field stretched out into a hectare or two, the landlord had hired all the manpower he could afford. None is left jobless, thus having a dinner to eat, and a happy family in the house capable of paying tax, more income for the landlord.

The field is golden, harvest season is around the corner. The excitement of the townsfolk could not be masked, their eyes already betraying them.

Joshua Anton Velasquez is beyons simple excitement, a longing quickly embraced his throbbing heart. The fields today are looking brighter than before.

Oh, how could Joshua ever forget. Four years since he met the pampered, brazen girl. Three since he changed her, and fell in love. Two since she had been engaged to the mayor's son.

How could he ever wish to steal away the landlord's prized daughter, the landlord had gifted Joshua everything he currently has.

And one year, since Joshua quietly receded from the blossoming spring of his beloved.

A man's pride is not to be tested, Joshua, himself, was in denial of ever feeling attraction to girl. At first, he was utterly repusled by the mere glimpse at the idea. Under favorable light, maybe, the deities had chances upon his predicament, and hastily enlightened him.

The retreating sun in the West, the curled up clouds scattered on the sky appeared like an injured heart. Bloody red seeped out from the arteries, invaded by the dark hue. Night quickly ruled over its rightful territory.

The landlord's dog barked after sundown, the population of a few hundreds rejoiced, scurrying off to where their individual items were.

Many were exhilarated by the week-long break laid for the preparation of Fiesta de Santa Elena or simply Saint Elena, their patron saint of their humble town.

/To be continued as my brain ran out of fancy words/