JUST DROPPED BY TO SAY HI! : For all you readers out there, I have
something to say to you: BONJOUR! No it's not what you think. I'm not
French, I don't live in France and I'm not born in that country. Anyway,
this story is about our dear viscount Albert de Morcerf or at least that's
what they call him (remember, his real father is Edmond Dantes, try
understanding the story and you'll know what I mean) finally falls in love.
Not with Eugenie Danglars. Not with any kind of girl but someone that made
his heart and mind bothered, even when he sleeps. This is just the
beginning.(remember, this is just fictional. Other characters that I used
here especially places, I made them all up)
P.s. I know this is kinda mushy, so please bear with me-t.y.
An afternoon in Rome, the luminous rays of the sun start to fade as the king of the day bids farewell and sets at the west. The little rascals of Rome wave their filthy hands, offering a salute to that glorious light which gave them the opportunity to come out and play in the little streets of their beloved city. Men and women of fifty heaved a sigh, giving thanks that the day is finally over, giving them the opportunity to rest and relax from a day's work. But the joy doesn't end there yet. Something that will make the hounds cry and the youth shout for joy. Something that will be the most memorable moment of one of the monsieurs staying in this historical city.
It wasn't until the Festival of Fools that two young hearts were about to meet. Monsieur Albert de Morcerf was indeed all set up. His jester costume was perfect, complete with a mask and that dashing smile. His friends were already in their carriage, waiting for him.
"Albert! Hurry up or we'll miss the ladies!"
" Comin'," was the young man's reply.
They passed carriages filled with people already on their costumes and it was indeed a colorful event. They were having fun and were not mistaken for numerous ladies have come and it was a beautiful sight.
"This should not be called the Festival of Fools but 'Flirt Fest'!" said Monsieur Herrera for ladies were indeed flirting with young men including them. But something caught Albert's eye. It was a masked lady of about nineteen, dressed as a gypsy with shiny brownish black hair that shines in the moonlight. Albert was so curious that he followed the mademoiselle when she trailed off. It became obvious when the mademoiselle, noticing that Albert's following her, decided to play with him in this game of flirtation. The young lady went by the fountain and still Albert followed. He sat beside her but the girl stood up and intentionally dropped her handkerchief. When Albert picked it up, the young lady took off her mask and it revealed a young, beautiful face. This excited Albert more. He followed the mademoiselle and found her sitting on a bench, seeing her masked again. Albert went to the bench and sat beside her. Then he gave the handkerchief, which the lady intentionally dropped. After that, without thinking, he took off his mask, which the lady did also. All of a sudden, Albert's heart beat faster. He had never felt this way before before anyone he knew and when the lady saw his face, she blushed. Then the lady bent over which Albert mistook for a kiss but instead placed a rose in his buttonhole. Then, she stood up again and while waving her handkerchief to Albert, said "Merci" and went off.
"Ah, there you are, my good friend!" said one of his colleagues, "we thought you were lost!"
" In fact I was!" said Albert dreamily, "on the trail of love."
MAIKLING PASABI LANG: Ahem! First and foremost, I would like to tell you that I have no idea why I made this fanfic. I myself, the author of this story states that this is pathetic. PATHETIC! PA-THE-TIC! So, as an aspiring writer, hehehehe, I'm open to all criticisms that you would like to address to me. Please feel free to write a review about this fanfic, which will help me improve my writing skills and maybe my writing style. Thank you!
From the Sentimental Butterfly
P.s. I know this is kinda mushy, so please bear with me-t.y.
An afternoon in Rome, the luminous rays of the sun start to fade as the king of the day bids farewell and sets at the west. The little rascals of Rome wave their filthy hands, offering a salute to that glorious light which gave them the opportunity to come out and play in the little streets of their beloved city. Men and women of fifty heaved a sigh, giving thanks that the day is finally over, giving them the opportunity to rest and relax from a day's work. But the joy doesn't end there yet. Something that will make the hounds cry and the youth shout for joy. Something that will be the most memorable moment of one of the monsieurs staying in this historical city.
It wasn't until the Festival of Fools that two young hearts were about to meet. Monsieur Albert de Morcerf was indeed all set up. His jester costume was perfect, complete with a mask and that dashing smile. His friends were already in their carriage, waiting for him.
"Albert! Hurry up or we'll miss the ladies!"
" Comin'," was the young man's reply.
They passed carriages filled with people already on their costumes and it was indeed a colorful event. They were having fun and were not mistaken for numerous ladies have come and it was a beautiful sight.
"This should not be called the Festival of Fools but 'Flirt Fest'!" said Monsieur Herrera for ladies were indeed flirting with young men including them. But something caught Albert's eye. It was a masked lady of about nineteen, dressed as a gypsy with shiny brownish black hair that shines in the moonlight. Albert was so curious that he followed the mademoiselle when she trailed off. It became obvious when the mademoiselle, noticing that Albert's following her, decided to play with him in this game of flirtation. The young lady went by the fountain and still Albert followed. He sat beside her but the girl stood up and intentionally dropped her handkerchief. When Albert picked it up, the young lady took off her mask and it revealed a young, beautiful face. This excited Albert more. He followed the mademoiselle and found her sitting on a bench, seeing her masked again. Albert went to the bench and sat beside her. Then he gave the handkerchief, which the lady intentionally dropped. After that, without thinking, he took off his mask, which the lady did also. All of a sudden, Albert's heart beat faster. He had never felt this way before before anyone he knew and when the lady saw his face, she blushed. Then the lady bent over which Albert mistook for a kiss but instead placed a rose in his buttonhole. Then, she stood up again and while waving her handkerchief to Albert, said "Merci" and went off.
"Ah, there you are, my good friend!" said one of his colleagues, "we thought you were lost!"
" In fact I was!" said Albert dreamily, "on the trail of love."
MAIKLING PASABI LANG: Ahem! First and foremost, I would like to tell you that I have no idea why I made this fanfic. I myself, the author of this story states that this is pathetic. PATHETIC! PA-THE-TIC! So, as an aspiring writer, hehehehe, I'm open to all criticisms that you would like to address to me. Please feel free to write a review about this fanfic, which will help me improve my writing skills and maybe my writing style. Thank you!
From the Sentimental Butterfly