Creative Writing: A Humorous Wedding

Displayed against the setting, golden sun on Gull Lake stands four white columns that resemble that of ancient Greece. White Wisteria sprouts from the top of these columns wafting a newborn baby scent, trickling over the edge in a wild display. Making three swags connecting the towers are ivory Egyptian cotton sheets, swaying from the lake breeze, that give the boxy structures a soft look. The head table is the true centerpiece in front of this backdrop. The table skirting is lit with the warm yellow glow of icicle lights and laid over top are two more swags of the Egyptian cotton sheets; counterbalancing the three on the backdrop. The vases on top of the white linen table are filled with pearls that hold up the silk flowers of

She had heard rumors that Chief Quidel's tribe had set traps around their own land and liked to scalp for amusement. Nobody dared to cross them. With a sigh Cocheta ran around stealthily. Cocheta screamed. When an animal trap claimed on her ankle. Consequently, the tribe of fire will find it easier to locate her. She has to run faster knowing she might get caught in the process. Within seconds she was in the clutches of her enemies bloody hands. "Let's skin this pretty". More surround her as she feels the knife come to her hairline. She thought her bravery showed that she was willing to die for peace. Immediately the pressure on her temple was gone. She opened her eyes to a gruesome sight. All the men had an arrow in their chests. She shed a tear. This is what she wants to stop, the deaths the war is creating. She once again was thankful she got out of that

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This man scared her, and she hated being scared, being scared was all you knew when you came from an abusive family. Walker Rike scared her, unnerved her and intriqued her. Rattled and raised the memories and feelings of a time she didn’t want to think about ever again. Yes, she wanted to hurt him, wanted to see him want her badly, wanted him to be hurt – by her. But she also wanted to be able to walk away from him the victor, unlike the last time. Just like he had been able to do with her

Blaize panted and took a shaky step back. Blood dripped onto the floor in thick, heavy splatters. The man in front of him was past the point of screaming, his voice hoarse and fractured, with tears and blood running in rivulets down his contorted face. But Blaize wasn’t done yet. The thick pools of blood spilled on his lap weren’t enough. There was a deep, cavernous hunger that rose in Blaize, that sent heat rushing through every vein in his body. He grabbed Lawrence’s chin /hard/, pulling him so that the pathetic man looked him in the eyes. Blaize chuckled. Those pretty eyes looked so /scared/, shaking and filled with tears.

Zepher looked away from the bloody mess he created, disgusted from it. The air around him reeked of metal. “How,” he whispered, “how could I have done this again?” The blue-eyed boy retracted his needle-sharp fangs while walking over to the limp body. As he reached for the woman’s petite wrist to check for a pulse, her chest rose, eyes fluttering. What am I supposed to do? She can’t see this! After a moment’s thought, Zepher had a plan.

Stepping up to a large dark mahogany desk he bowed at the waist and placed his right hand over his chest. Staying in that manner he waited till she'd given him permission to right his stance. Standing straight up he held his own hands together in front of him and watched the beautiful young female in front of him. She had short, pixie style, white blonde hair and snow white eyes. Her skin was slightly pale to match the white image she had but her clothing was a bit more colorful as she was wearing a soft yellow sun dress while she sat in front of a desk that dwarfed her small figure. She informed him of his duty to track this rogue vampire and discover why they are killing and drawing attention to the race. It is up to his decision if the vampire is able to be saved or

As the man approached her and brought the switchblade against her top, she knew that she was not going to leave the encounter with any semblance of innocence. Indeed, just as she expected, her breasts were soon bared to the world, a sight accompanied by lustful jeers and ample gawking, a development that wavered her undying confidence the slightest bit. Of course, before she could react, she was once again grabbed, her struggling stopped by the ominous prod that was held by one of the numerous thugs.

I understand you, i know you love her too much but what would you get by this all ?...rather then messing up your whole life , why don't you move on?. Life is not in a girl , think about your family . Trust me, i am doing nothing. I don't call her at that time, i told her every time not to come at my house at night. i know its really feel bad but you have to talk to her rather than talking to

Alexia watched the man before her carefully. He was a killer, and yet she saw something different within him. She should have been afraid; it would have been the logical reaction. Yet Alexia didn't feel the terror she should, instead she honestly felt safer with him near than she had in a long while. It made her wonder how much of her sanity she still held after the earlier battle.

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“I didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s not like you weren’t going to invite yourself to the wedding anyways.”

I stand in front of the mirror as I put on my tie fixing my jacket making sure there were no wrinkles as my best friend Tyler and Adrienne ran around the apartment getting ready. Tyler and I have been best friends since high school now him and Adrienne were engaged after three years. The bride Patrice was very punctual about time so when Adrienne was taking too long to get ready I grabbed my present and made my way to the door with her yelling behind me.

My heart flutters as Joseph shifts the ring on my finger. I can’t believe that this day is finally happening, my wedding day! I feel stunning in this silk red dress and blue shawl. I did not want to wear a blue dress like most brides so I thought a shawl would suffice. One of my lady’s maids twisted my hair back and pinned it in an elegant up do. Joseph is wearing a navy coat and an orange shawl. I feel so honored to have this service delivered by such a well dressed and high ranked priest. Joseph and I had our hands fasted together and I have never felt a closer connection between us. Standing here on this cloudy crisp spring day surrounded by my ten closest friends. It seems as if just a few days ago I met Joseph at my matron of honor’s,

Martha rose from her seat at the sound of the noise, peering over the wall of her small cubical. Her eye's taking in the man her son had grown into. His raven hair tied back in a tight ponytail, two single strand's of hair drawing her eye's to his dark hazel eye's. His black leather jacket fitted snugly to his body, allowing all to view the taut t-shirt that did little to hide his hard earn muscle's with every sway of his saunter. Martha couldn't believe how she found herself attracted to her own son. It had been month's since she had allowed her husband to touch her. After he had raised a hand to her children that was it, she could take the abuse Michael had levied on her. However once he raised his hand to Amber something just came over her attacking Michael like a demon