forum Romance "Pass The Story!"

Started March 16, 2018 by @Painted-Iris group

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(1-2 sentences at a time please!)
It confused me. What does he see in me?

I mean, I never thought I was something special.

Tipping my chin up with the tips of his fingers, he stared into my eyes.

I smiled, but then looked down suddenly unsure.

"What's the matter? Don't you like me?" I heard him say

"I do, but…" my thoughts trailed off, my curse clouding my mind. I couldn't hurt him, I cared too much, but the curse would break me, and everyone closest to me.

"But what?" He pressed closer to me.

Why is it so hard? I took his hand in mine and exhaled as I thought of how I could explain.

"If you kiss me," I started tearfully, "you'll become a homosexual parrot and will no longer love me."

He looked taken aback for a moment before he shook his head, "I guess that is a risk I will have to take."
"And that is how our pirate ship got our flamboyant parrot," I said as said parrot sang "Fabulous" from my shoulder.

"How…interesting," the naval officer said, in a tone that clearly indicated he found it to be anything but interesting.

"Don't need to be a jerk about it. It's how it actually happened!" I responded, a bit defensive.

"Um, right. Anyway, we're veering off course so I'll, uh, go." He backed away, slightly alarmed. I shook my head, it's not like I was crazy or something.

The naval officer proceeded to turn around and run away, shoving sailors left and right and slamming the door to his cabin loudly. "Well then," I huffed. Rude.

The Helmsman approached me with a quirked eyebrow and a gleam of amusement in his eyes that suggested he thought my story was rubbish. "So then, what do you suppose would happen if you kissed a homosexual parrot?"

I gave him a look. "You think I haven't tried that already?"

"I mean if you want to kiss him, be my guest."

I grabbed the parrot despite its squawk of protest, I brought it to my face, and gave it a peck on the beak. When nothing happened, I thrust the parrot to his face,
"you're turn."

The helmsman blinked in surprise and then squinted at me out of the corner of his eye. Cautiously, he leaned in and gave the parrot a light kiss on the beak.

"Oh god," I groaned. "Not another one!"

The helmsman had turned into a lesbian tuna fish. I sighed with exasperation.

"Chris, go put it with the other ones," I said, waving in the general direction of the ex-helmsman who lay flopping about in distress on the deck.

"Yes, ma'am!" The young sailor, Chris, said as he rushed over a scooped up the tuna fish.