Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010
My shiny black hair
fallen into disarray,
a thousand tangles,
like a thousand tangled thoughts
about my love for you.
Saturday, June 19th, 2010
South Africa team celebrating after making the first goal
of the first game of the 2010 World Cup. (Getty Images)
It’s time for the 2010 FIFA World Cup again. The biggest sports event in the world occurs every four years. It started June 11 and will end July 11. I’m one of the millions, worldwide, following the Beautiful Game.
Pelé, one of the best soccer players on the planet, coined soccer (more commonly known as football in other countries.) as ‘the beautiful game’. I’m not sure why, but I do see beauty in the game — from the athleticism of the players to the flow of the game. It can be beautiful to watch as the eye follows the football move back and forth between the players and the two goals.
France v. Uruguay
Photo by Karim Jaafar/AFP/Getty Images
I enjoy watching the different teams and learning about some of the individual players — many of them have become heroes. What interesting histories they have.
France forward Thierry Henry
Photo by Stu Forster/Getty Images
I enjoy watching the fans, too. They’re so passionate.
Fans playing "vuvuzela" horns
Photo by Javier Soriano/AFP/Getty Images
I like that soccer unites people from all types of backgrounds — cultural and religious. The fans are young, old, rich, and poor. They’re from different nationalilties and political persuasions.
England v. Japan
Photo by Hans Punz/AP2010
So far, a few teams have surprised the viewers with their performance. The most popular teams haven’t lived up to the high expectations given to them. They’ve barely scored a goal, if any at all. However, since the World Cup is a month long, there’s time to see what will happen, which team will surprise the viewers, which team will ultimately win the coveted World Cup. I can’t wait to see.
In the meantime, I have one important question: I’ve noticed that the players are now wearing longer shorts. What ever happened to those cute short shorts they used to wear? I’m just asking. 
Paz Edwards
Monday, June 7th, 2010
Spaced out and standing at the edge of the platform, he blinked at the sound of the approaching train. The whistle pierced his dark thoughts like a laser cutting through the blackened hull of burnt out wreckage. Wreckage. Like the wreckage of his… He gritted his teeth
.
He didn’t even remember entering the subway station. His furrowed brow deepened, nostrils flared and his lips lifted in a snarl. He shook his head and blinked as he felt a sharp pain in his hand. That’s when he became aware of the red roses clenched in his right hand. A thorn pierced his palm, drawing blood. Snorting, he released the flowers, watching them drop onto the train tracks. He stared at them as if they’d turned into snakes.
How could she?
After a year of living with Ana, he’d thought he knew all about the woman he’d planned on marrying. He’d thought she was not only beautiful, but sweet and innocent.
That’s what he’d thought until he’d walked into their apartment.
Earlier, she’d told him that she wasn’t feeling well and planned on staying home from work. On his lunch break, he ran out and bought some chicken soup and a dozen red roses, planning to surprise her.
When he let himself into the apartment, he heard her moaning. Fearing she was in pain, he quickened his steps to the bedroom to comfort her. As he stepped closer to the room, he realized that her moans weren’t from pain but pleasure, instead. She always moaned that way just before she was about to come. Perhaps she was pleasuring herself.
“Oh, yes, baby. Hit it right there,” she rasped. “Oh, yes. That’s the way I like it. Hard and deep. Don’t. Stop.”
With the soup in one hand, and red roses in the other, he froze at the bedroom door at the sight that greeted him – a lean, sculptured, dark body in between her pale slim, thighs.
Dear Reader: What do you think happened next?
Paz Edwards
