Short Story Of Avgos

“We were only eighteen when we wedded. She was the love of my life. I still remember our wedding day like it was just yesterday. She stood there at the end of the isle, looking gorgeous as always. Her gentle, ivory shoulders were exposed through the lace of her wedding dress and her luscious strawberry blonde hair fell in perfect ringlets around her pale, yet flawless face.”

“ Father , what do you think this house was used for ? ” I asked in a hushed voice

The women dressed her in the scents of sweet orange and lemon and she was carried in a chariot to her wedding. The officiant, a priest of the sun, wed the two in holy matrimony. When the sun heard all of the commotion back on earth, he came back to see what had happened. When he saw Mekone, his bride, he was so overjoyed that he stayed and shone more brightly and brilliantly than he ever had before. The people celebrated and held a seven day festival for his return.

“I don’t know. Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Hey,” I said, sitting up and touching her ankle to remind her of the anklet. “We will always be together no matter where we end up.”

I floated back to where I left her, knowing that in my heart this was the moment of a lifetime. As I took her face in my hands and kissed her sweet cheeks and said, “Lizzy my sweet Lizzy, will you marry me”? She whispered as she said “yes I will marry you my dearest Montresor”. I swept my future bride off her

From fairy tales to Shakespeare stories have become an intricate part of our world. A story is something all of us have some are short some are long, and they always define who we are as people. My story is much longer than most it is one of sorrow, happiness, loneliness, friendship, love, regret, pain, and sorcery. You shall see a part of my story through my eyes alone, and I hope that in the end you will properly understand my life. Most stories begin with the birth of the main character, and mine is no different. My mother Emma Griffith was the princess of a kingdom whose name history has long since forgotten. My mother was the free spirit of her family never one for rules and never allowing anyone to control her life. My grandfather Nathaniel

We decided to marry in New York, New York. Choosing the city of Brooklyn as our destination. As we loaded the car a few hours later we began our long journey to the city that never sleeps. We drove all night arriving on the Brooklyn bridge at 11:00 a.m. the excitement was evident on our faces seeing the looming buildings becoming larger than life around us. As we crossed the bridge I see the statue of liberty on my right. So large and beautiful as she held her torch welcoming us to New York. I felt the most amazing sense of pride seeing this gift from France in its symbolic stance. I am bouncing up and down in my seat saying “Baby can you believe it that is the Lady Liberty and she is gorgeous.” Kari being very shy and introverted exclaimed

“Of course I would. That sounds delightful!” she said cheerfully. The prince heart ached with sadness and guilt for this beautiful woman with a bright future would be sacrificed.

A rustling sound stirs Nero from his sleep and he awakens, eyes darting over to the source of the noise. The bedsheets were sheets twisted in an array with one pillow hanging precariously from the edge. Avilio was nowhere to be seen.

“So how is this supposed to help me again?” [Name] drawled, her eyes slowly detaching from the giant bird towering above her and locking on Genos.

“I want to support you and the charity.” We hug, and I get weepy eyed. “Good luck, and be safe,” she says.

“Okay whatever works. As long as I get to see more of you,” he said warmly.

"No, I can't. She... She doesn't feel the same way as me. I'll just make a fool of myself and then she'll hate me for saying something like that." His voice was shaking and I could barely understand

For Avicia dinner was a quiet affair, Magister Illyrio didn't ask her many questions and spoke mainly with Viserys whose mood had significantly brightened with the help of a bath, newly sewn clothing and a large meal that any member of a royal family would eat gladly. She remained silent when she had nothing to say and ate slowly while trying to mask her dislike of the foods that ranged from sickeningly sweet to dripping with oils and scents; not a one of the dishes served was she able to find a familiarity in and before long she had feigned exhaustion and left the table to seek out the room she would be staying in.