Personal Narrative: A Humorous Wedding

When we get to the room I get scared. She is with a old person as her roommate.

I woke up to the smell of love on that muggy, August morning. There was absolutely no time to waste on sleeping, so I scrambled around the house reaching for the last of the items I would need for the day. I stumbled to the car in my bright pink tank top and cool green shorts, and we were on our way. My mom and I knew the morning would be unsuccessful without a little sugar, so we made a brief pit stop for my favorite breakfast snack ever: Cini Minis from Burger King! We then proceeded to our work for the day.

Uninvited guests wore their beatific harlequin masks - their false beaming illuminating the darkest of tunnels. Lozenge wall-lights glinted softly like paralyzed fireflies, azure curtains gushed from the roof as though they were remorseless cataracts, and anticipation wafted through the still air; with everything etched in gilt, it was almost imperceptible that anything could go wrong that evening, but it felt almost too saccharine to be true.

I have been having an affair with Vikram, a married man who I always have to sneak around with to see. He and I have been seeing each other for a while now, but I know in my head that nothing more will ever come from what we have. From this I have decided that I do want to have a husband in my life, but knowing it won’t be Vikram has made me decide to have an arranged marriage. Even though I have decided to have this marriage I still can’t stop seeing Vikram, I know it is wrong but I have strong feelings for him.

Not wanting to intrude on Violet’s hospitality any longer she spoke up, “I think we should go. It was nice finding part of my family living in the family home and keeping our heritage alive.”

Good morning! First of all, I'd like you to know how sincerely sorry I am. When I say "sorry", I definitely mean it. I absolutely know that it was my f*cking fault. I reached what was below the belt. I f*cking insulted you by sending those censored and insane photos without thinking that you're totally different from other men. Yes, I totally figured it out. I figured out how different you are from other men. At first, I thought that you're a freaking maniac who liked to see nude photos of sexy and beautiful women. You can't blame me right, can you?. I already told you from the very start how uncomfortable I am to talk and socialize with other men. I told you how I see most of the men from my point of view. I told how I dislike most of their

“Good morning Ms. Britney, how are you?” Good morning, Mr. Douglas, I am doing well. Thank you.” I responded with a partial smile on my face. I just started a hot pot of coffee, it should be ready when you get settled. He said as he was walking down the hall. Douglas is one of our embalmers at the mortuary. He has been with me for about five years now and he really does a great job. It’s funny because I would never have guessed that I would be owing and running my own funeral home business. It’s been almost 6 years since I opened my door and 10 years since I have been involved in the funeral home business. I remember like it was yesterday, I was out of college and needed a job. I ran into Mr. Edwards at the gas station and ended up getting

Once upon a time, in a little tiny cottage with only a few scrap pieces of food lived a little skinny wife. Her name was Meghan. She lived with her husband, Nick. Nick was a grumpy, young, man. Meghan did not know if Nick loved her. One night, the sky was dark, and the night was cold she heard the old creaky door slam shut! She ran out to the porch trying not to slip and fall in one of the cracks, seeing a man running away in the forest, she stepped on this tiny piece of paper saying in bold letter. “I am sorry Meg, you deserve better, Xoxo Nick” Nick was gone she thought, what was she going to without anyone to love her she cried out to the goddess of love, Aphrodite. She prayed to Aphrodite to help her find love. Months passed, Meghan was

I walked to my window and looked at my kingdom, well not my kingdom but I was getting married then crowned queen in a month so close enough. I looked down as my father’s workers hauled hay into the stables. I then saw the highly decorated carriage with pure black horses pulling it. The carriage was complete with gold crowing and a whale painted on the side.

Hey, it’s me, Angela. Life has been pretty frustrating lately. Whenever I’m with a group of people, all they can talk about is the wedding. Is that all I am to them? Is it not possible that I have any other things happening? Wearing my ring felt fake, so I took it off. I said it was giving me a rash. Most people don’t even notice. I’m not sure I even feel the same way about my fiancé. Denton is just so...I don’t know. He feels the need to impress me with all his diagnoses. Sometimes, it’s like he thinks I can’t make decisions by myself. My mom seems to like him though. Of course, she likes everything I do. Angela is the “perfect” child. I could never do anything wrong. Mom acts totally different towards Turtle. She can’t do anything right in

Frank, who had his hand on the girl’s arm, guiding her among the more upscale carriages, answered her question brusquely. “Our parents have long since grown to understand that their sons do as pleases us, regardless of our parents’ wishes. Our mother has been after us for years to marry, and regardless of your social station, the fact that one of us has done so mitigates whatever other feelings they may have. We play our part in maintaining the family wealth and status, so they have nought to complain about in our private lives. Here we go,” he finished up, leading her to a very nice enclosed carriage with a groom standing by with the horses.

The mulberry bow called my name as it yearned to be used, and in response I ran my scarred fingertips down the splintered wood, tracing the intricate carvings. My eyes met that of the suitors, hatred coursing through my veins as I reminded myself of their frivolous actions. Before my arrival, I had endeavored in ;p-,both land and sea as impudent suitors occupied my pristine palace doing all from

I had to do something or all my plans would net me no closer to taking the throne for myself and have the man I love at my side. It was the only way possible for me. Once my son or daughter was married into the kingdom with the princess or prince I controlled fully, the day of their wedding would be the end of the king, his heir, their spouse, and it would all be blamed on those fools in my little sister’s kingdom. I did have some concern about the happy couple dying, but they nor the king would ever know that I wasn’t the woman who gave birth to the heir.

Gold. Shiny gold molded into a small band, which will one day wrap around my Grandmother's finger, and then mine. With its intricate carvings decorating the outer surface of the band, bringing it to life. So simple and beautiful. An elegant diamond gleaming at the top, reflecting sunlight on each surface. Who knew one tiny piece of jewelry could mean so much to someone. How it could mean so much to me.

The bride and groom stand before the minister, who just called for the ring. The groomsmen look around -- where is the ringbearer? Finally, they find him… asleep, drool inching down the corner of his mouth. With a nudge, Duke, the ringbearer, awakens. He hobbles over to the groom, who takes the ring from a red velvet pillow and places it on his beloved's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed..."