Random Musings Short Story

Have you ever given much thought about revising your paper? We correct the spelling, fix the grammatical errors, and give it one last read through then we hand it in. Revision is one of the most important pieces when writing an essay, but do we overlook it? I most certainly did until I read Barbra Tomlinson’s essay, “Tuning, Tying, and Training Texts: Metaphors for Revision”. Tomlinson opened my eyes and I see a whole new light when it comes to revising my papers.

The story starts off when the prince is trying to think of way that he could be together with his love but tired of wasting time the prince gave up on trying to strategize and ended up concluding that he would go to the princesses castle to ask if she could run far away with him. (what a well thought out plan) When the prince decided to leave he ended up realizing that the area was littered with guards, who were trying to stop him from leaving again, noticing this he then took a secret passage successfully leaving unnoticed and continued his

Prince Phillip was confused, hurt, and angry, towards his dad, King Hubert, for not telling him he had an arrangement to marry princess Aurora from a neighboring kingdom. While riding through the woods on his horse, he was greeted by the sound of a lovely girl’s voice. He searched for hours and was starstruck to find a beautiful young lady singing and dancing with some of the native animals. Although it seemed strange at first, the prince did not hesitate to speak to the peasant girl.

The Young Prince did not like the Young Maiden. He thought she was a spy sent by the Evil Magician to stop him and his quest. But the Young Maiden was so kind and so beautiful, that he could not help but love her.

Standing in front of me wearing his pride on his face was the Prince himself. Behind him was a castle’s carriage drawn by five white stallions. Still out of breath, gasping to try to say something to explain myself, the only words I could find were, “Prince Charming, lovely to make your acquaintance.” I always found Prince Charming such a terrible name because if anything he was the opposite of charming. He is so fake and misleading, he acts like this brave hero when really he is just a spoiled prince who sits up in his castle and pretends to care about his people.

The Prince finally finds himself alone in a secluded part of the forest, where is it peaceful, by an enchanted lake with swans floating across it gracefully. As the prince watched them, he notices the most beautiful looking swan he has ever

For weeks, the kingdom of Vadora had endured a frenzy of activity, all for the preparation of a most enticed guest. For centuries, the lush forest kingdom had been at war with a neighboring land, and given that each possessed substantial power, many had begun to lose hope on the end of the stalemate. But just as faith faltered, the kingdoms struck a deal, and decided that for the sake of their people, they would join together under one union. A royal wedding, between a princess of an enemy nation, and Prince Caspian Pennington of Vadora.

A procession of men crests over the horizon. They carry a king on their shoulders as they move toward the setting of his wedding. He had courted his bride-to-be for some time, and now, he will marry the one he loves. Once he arrives at the place of his wedding, he greets his beloved and compliments her beauty. The two are married and begin to enjoy the pleasures of a godly marriage, and although they experience a minor setback, the two remain desirous of one another and enjoy their lives together.

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

Overlooking the turquoise Torch Lake nestled on the side of a cliff sat the spectacular Petosky rock castle of the Native American Boone tribe. Prince Liwanu sat on a sweeping porch meditating on the refection of the sinking sun shooting magenta rays on the sparking water surface. A storm was imminent, delaying his trip to New Mexico. He was on a quest for an Indian princess to wed. A fat raindrop plopped on his nose and then as if the sky was a suitcase it dumped its watery contents on the world below. Running Drenched the prince escaped the deluge and entered by the sliding glass doors that led to the great hall. His mother looked up from her seat, by the blazing fire and smiled warmly at him. Her eyes twinkling eyes smiled, "Come, my

“You can take back your invitation into your home,” Dean’s nose brushed against her wrist as his lips pressed a soft kiss against the skin there, right on her tattoo. “You could take a log off the fire and set me alight, but that would probably kill me. Still between the two of us I would rather you kill me.”

The prince laid in bed tossing and turning, his mind spinning as he tried to collect his thoughts from the past few days. Thoughts of the lovely young guard filling his head as he fell into a restless sleep. Not long passed before he was startled awake by a soft sound in the room. He looked up to see Mallory standing a few feet from his bed, wearing loose pajamas and a wicked smile, a candle in her hand. She had picked the lock and snuck into the room when she really shouldn't have even been in this wing of the castle, but Prince Edwin wasn't even surprised. Without a word he rose from his bed with a small smile. As he stood she began to leave the room, and without a second thought he followed her. Together they wandered the long twisting halls of the castle. The

slightly open, holding their cups of tea with both hands, like children mirroring one another.

About an hour later, Phillip and his parents sat down together to watch one of the cinema record files that was stored on his notepad computer. The house’s mainframe computer had linked the tiny device’s hard drive up to its server so the record could be played on the home’s master television viewing screen.

This love was not meant to be, on separate pieces of land, they dreamed of a life together. They tried many times to get to each other’s side, but every time they failed. Everyday they would come to the edge of their side and talk for hours on end, but one day the young beautiful maiden had not shown up. The handsome prince grew sad and waited. He waited for a month.