Fiction
She sat outside her house thinking about the dress she would wear tomorrow when her fiance walked up the steps to her porch. "Oh, dear I have great news! we'll have the reception in that beautiful garden you love so much." He exclaimed invigoratedly. "Thats lovely, I can't wait till tomorrow."
She put her hand on her chest in all the excitement and remembered something her father used to say, "things that you get in this world comes from hard work, if they land in your lap then its strange like fiction, and you should do well not to except them." He told her over and over till the day he died and she would always sit there, nodding her head, until he drifted off to sleep.
The wedding day set, she glided down the aisle in her white, silk, dress studded with diamonds. They were joined in holy matrimony and made their way to the handsome reception they were going to have in the canopied garden with all it's fragrant, smelling, buds in bloom.
They danced until the moon showed it's milky surface in the blue, black, star studded sky. All of a sudden the Earth quaked beneath them and the wedded couple stopped dancing to see what was wrong. The ground shook more violently than before, as if in a wave, and he was just about to draw her to him in a protective manner when one of the beams from the canopy broke, hitting her on the head. She dropped dead in his arms. He looked down at her, "this is like fiction," and wept over her.
She sat outside her house thinking about the dress she would wear tomorrow when her fiance walked up the steps to her porch. "Oh, dear I have great news! we'll have the reception in that beautiful garden you love so much." He exclaimed invigoratedly. "Thats lovely, I can't wait till tomorrow."
She put her hand on her chest in all the excitement and remembered something her father used to say, "things that you get in this world comes from hard work, if they land in your lap then its strange like fiction, and you should do well not to except them." He told her over and over till the day he died and she would always sit there, nodding her head, until he drifted off to sleep.
The wedding day set, she glided down the aisle in her white, silk, dress studded with diamonds. They were joined in holy matrimony and made their way to the handsome reception they were going to have in the canopied garden with all it's fragrant, smelling, buds in bloom.
They danced until the moon showed it's milky surface in the blue, black, star studded sky. All of a sudden the Earth quaked beneath them and the wedded couple stopped dancing to see what was wrong. The ground shook more violently than before, as if in a wave, and he was just about to draw her to him in a protective manner when one of the beams from the canopy broke, hitting her on the head. She dropped dead in his arms. He looked down at her, "this is like fiction," and wept over her.
1 comment:
Hahaha Thats creative but a little sappy keep up the good stuff you make me happie!
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