Personal Narrative-Humorous Weddings

As I met her parents, the divine rulers of this land, BANG! Tragedy struck like an almighty hurricane. As I approached Emma's house from a distance I had begun to realize how insignificant I was compared to her family. Their house was absolutely marvelous; They lived in a prodigious mansion which was absolutely extravagant compared to the dump that I grew up in. A sparkling gold fence towered high like the Eifel tower and the path glistened as though it were the walkway to gods majestic temple. At the gates, stood strongly built men who had an extremely bellicose and obnoxious aura about them. As I etched closer, one of the guards aimed his gun at my face and questioned my presence. Loudly, he shouted "what is your business here filthy peasant? " I replied, "I am here to visit my beloved Emma." When I finally stepped inside the majestic palace that my beloved calls home, I was absolutely awestruck. As my beloved Emma led me down the endless halls of the palace, I felt a strong sense of euphoria. It was as though I was in heaven, being led toward the throne of an almighty god, by the most alluring angel. As the door slammed shut behind me, a figure approached from the distance, I felt an intense sense of panic. As the figure drew closer, I realized who it was; he was the supreme ruler who would ultimately decide if my never ending love would last. Nervously, I muttered the words "good evening your majesty"

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.

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

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.

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.”

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.

If you’re like me, your significant other has grown accustomed to most things Kappa. They know the blues of sky and sea are our favorite color combo. They know we simply can’t walk past a fleur-de-lis without pointing it out. They’re comfortable sharing a home that may contain just a few items in owl or key patterns. And their children have been rocked to sleep to “Dream a While of Kappa.”

how the marraige came to be : “ our parents were looking around for the right person. when our parents met they talked and came to the dicision for us to get married to incresse our wealth.”

This is the day I left my wife to rule the underworld. The day I found out that my beautiful companion was a witch. This is how the day started. I awoke to the sound of the shower running and the smell of roses in the air, the smell of roses must have been her perfume. I layed up in our bed wandering just wondering how this day was going to go. A few minutes later I heard the shower being turned off. Then my beautiful wife Sarah came out of the bathroom wearing a towel on her head a nice blouse and a nice pair of slacks and her wedding ring that symbolizes our commitment and compassion we have for one another. Then a look of confusion came upon Sarah’s face.

Yes, it looks pretty good. She has been working on it for about 3 years.

It was all too amusing to finally have found someone worthy of her challenge. It had been so long since she’d truly been struck, even if it had been by a blade. Most men lacked the true ability to hunt a woman, less even to attack one. The way he so ruthlessly charged toward her was intoxicating. Lena could feel the need for blood, far more than most. Not only could she feel it, but she could relate to it. A hint of a playful smirk took form over her lush lips as she observed the way his hair fell unevenly and in many directions. The assassin appeared dishevelled, more so than she did, in some ways. Which was only proving to further amuse the woman as she disappeared from his view. There was something about him that intrigued her; but Lena wasn’t exactly sure what that was, specifically. Sure, he was handsome as much as she could see, he was clearly in his prime, but no, neither of those was it.

When I hear wedding bells, I picture a couple madly in love and ready to tie the knot. Long and laced, white and frilly, a woman, a princess adorned in jewels and heirlooms all fitted to the to the perfect goddess she is, all while exuding nothing but beauty. By her side, her groom, her prince charming all primped and primed just as much as her. His beauty complimented hers, and together they certainly stole the show. That makes me smile. I’m a hopeless romantic, there’s just something about white dresses and tuxedos that make me squirm with excitement. I’m like a five-year-old upon entering a candy store, hyped on purely on the thought of how much sugar is at their fingertips, my mind scatters, hops from idea to idea, I add one to one and get ten, it’s like

Today was bound to be the happiest day of her life, her wedding day. By noon she’ll be a wife. She met her groom, George, when she was nineteen. She was present at a courting dance. Shew was to look presentable and socialize with others. When she first laid eyes on him across the dance area, she instantly felt drawn to him somehow. She could imagine a future with this man. But, she looked away when a beautiful slim brunette started a conversation with him. They conversed for about twenty minutes. Things looked to be going well. Herself has yet to speak to someone interesting. The night was winding down, the party would be over soon. Her night was unsuccessful. Her father would be disappointed. She heard someone speaking. Turning around there

Keep a portable steamer for touch-up: While the bride (you) is in Limo, there are chances that you may face chippings in your make-up. To remove these chippings, you must keep a portable steamer with you. That will keep moisturizing and maintain the

And I would ask you if you were still awake and I could hear you breathe