True beauty; interesting trigger, to me at least. I see it as a 'true phrase', that only humans could understand. Really, how can you explain it to an animal? It's totally a human concept. Did it start with the neanderthals?
(more) His body was built; muscles were stacked, toned, and of perfect girth. His form was sharp, and His mind cut like a blade. There was a reason He was the leader of his tribe.
They build their commune on the side of a valley, next to The Great River that cut through The Stone Floor. The Climb to The Forest to hunt was great, but the Man dreamed of, and developed a series of steps for the hunters to climb with ease.
He ruled over the tribe with a passion and fervor that was unmatched. Selflessly he gave everything he had, as he knew it was the only way for his kin to continue onward.
He was promised to wed the most fertile Woman of his tribe. She was homely, to him. A word rarely used. She was from the most successful family of hunters. Portly, very healthy-no doubt, thick around the hips. She was of good girth to birth a great number of generations.
He was not happy.
How could he explain it to his brothers?
Across the valley, there was a family of gatherers, farmers, and shepherds. They produced a great deal of the tribes vegetables. Very 'wealthy'.
Among them, a hired lowly Female worker. One of poor heritage.
One he could never take his eyes off once his gaze was set upon Her
Her beauty was unparalleled, a figure of divinity. Her skin smooth and tanned as the silt beneath the river bed, with eyes deep blue as the sky above.
"Ojections?" Priest asked.
"Yes" He declared.(less)
She's asleep next to you, her dark blond hair splayed out over the pillow.
You should be sleeping, too, but you had been woken by the barking dog in the apartment next door. She didn't wake up, she never did. She could sleep through a goddamn earthquake or (more)a bomb blast, and you shake your head softly as you remember all of the struggles you've had trying to get her out of that bed.
So because of a damn dog, you lie awake next to her sleeping form, and you take in the sight before you.
The heavy breathing you tease her for, the soft, worried crinkle in her brow, probably, you assume, something to do with the intricate dreamworld she's currently in. You look to her left hand- the right is tangled in the mess of hair- and your heart swells with pride at the sight of the small diamond ring you've finally put there.
She's the love of your life, and she's so perfect, so incredibly flawless in your eyes, you have no idea how you ever survived without her.
Put you in front of a gorgeous landscape, and you wouldn't care at all.
Show you a Monet, a Van Gogh, anything, and you wouldn't bat an eyelid.
Because she is the only beauty in your world, and nothing could ever hold a candle to her, even the messy haired, slightly snoring edition before you now.
She is true beauty, and she is yours.(less)
Reading inspiring stories from amazing individuals. The special moments they create through helping someone else. A touching article I read in newspaper one day. A traveler was in a foreign country and experienced an unexpected baggage fee. As she goes to withdraw cash, but ATM didn't budge. When she(more) walked back, a nice fella had paid & left a note to pass on a good deed to someone else.
True beauty lies in everyone of us. Its up to ourselves to ignite that passion to help someone in need. They can be as simple as holding a door for someone.(less)
The fear was still there as sweat began to cover me as if to save me from myself. A protected layer it was that I became invisible to all the people around me. In a nervous rut I began to fix my hair moving it to the right(more) with each finger acting as a comb. My palmsy palms swampified my hair. Fearing that it could only go down hill from here I made my move a minute too late.
"Hello." I sheepishly spoke.
She smiled three seconds too late but quick enough to be polite. I was so smitten, her smile was enough to pollinate me to go further.
"I'm Thomas, that's a interesting necklace. It's as if a Inca ancient things and an Irish Gaelic things had a kid."
She smile again but more natural and she turned, look down and began to hold her necklace. Then she turn to me and said "my friend made it for me. I really like it."
"I can picture her making it and in her workings she probably was studying South American culture but at the same time also reading James Joyce"
How else could one respond to such a silly statement. It was a simple laugh, one that protects us from the absurd aspects of live.
I began to forget myself and all I could do was try and make her smile again and again. Even if it was for a moment.
It was true beauty.
I never needed to see her again or know why every time she was nervous she played with her hair.
The moment was there.
Forgotten the whole world was. The fear was gone too. (less)
Like a warm ray of sun, the gaze you ensnare me with is unnwavering. A bond which no earthly force can break. We twirl in the midday sun, absolved of all worries and depression. That moment which I recognize the sight I beheld so long ago. The person whom(more) I would spend the rest of my life. I would give all earthly possessions to ensure an eternity in your embrace. A love which knows not physical beauty, but a fire which burns deep within our hearts. We need each other, like the grass needs the rain. You quenched my urge, my yearning. A spoiled soul I was until you released me from my cold, damp prison. Let us sail away. Lets go far into the horizon, away from the troubles of the world. Take my hand, my love, and climb aboard.(less)
I came to the clearing of white barked forest. in the middle of the clearing there was a huge stump the size of a kings bed and on that stump a faun played a flute.
He had brown fur, black hooves and two short horns sprouted fro(more)m his curly hair. I drew my sword a lowered my visor with 'shunk'. "Great forest spirit, I come seeking your wisdom."
He ignored me.
I stood there looking foolish for a moment then said "I can- please. Just answer one question. How am I to defeat the demon at Rivia?"
The faun played a sour note. I couldn't see his face but he was shacking.
Shacking with laughter. He burst into giggles and fell on his side. "You-" he couldn't contain himself, "your going to challenge the- ah ha ha ha!"
My checks grew hot and I lowered my visor. The tip of my sword fell. "I fail to see what's so amusing."
The fauns regained his composure and wiped a tear away. He seated himself on the stump. He leaned forward with his hands in his lap, head tilted slightly like a little boy with a secret he might be willing to share. "Oh, you have no chance against that beast, mhmm. Perhaps if you unlisted the aid of, say, the stone wall giant."
The Faun looked at me expectantly. He wanted his payment up front. "I have gold or-"
The faun made a dismissive sound. "I do not accept useless trinkets. For my fee i'll need something much more valuable." He looked me up and down. "I could take your courage. What little you have that is. How about your eyes? Or your heart?"
My insides fell. I did have something valuable, something I regretted parting with. "How about this?" (less)