The Mark Of Oxin: A Narrative Fiction

“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.”

I walk into the Moore’s house, and go upstairs. I see Alice on the bed, and tell her. “Hey, I did it with Alec. Oh, and I also told him I loved him, and he said it back. I think I wanna marry him.” “Ok slow down there Anna.” “I know, I’m sorry its just the happiest I’ve felt since what happened.” I know, and that's fantastic lets just not ask him to marry you yet.” “Yea, I know. I should probably get some less revealing clothes on.” “Yea, I’ll be downstairs.” She tells me.

Meanwhile, at the ball, the royal family is just about to announce their sons engagement to Marguerite when Danielle walks in. Henry, the prince, sees Danielle from across the room. He tells his father to stop everything. His plans have changed and he announces that he will marry Danielle. Just as he does this, her wicked stepmother

“What is this?” He asked Hector slowly, examining his hand with the new piece of jewelry attached to it “what does it do?”

“You can have it,” he says. I smiled, I was so excited! I never thought he would give it to me. “Really?!” I ask. He started to look through more of his old things and took out some things and put them off to the side and I also looked through those boxes.

Provocative, intense, dominating, and unapologetic, Flo Hatfield stands out as one of the most polarizing characters in Charles Johnson’s Oxherding Tale. As a woman in antebellum South Carolina, Flo defies what is considered appropriate behavior for a lady as she freely partakes in superfluous sex, luxuriates in opium, consumes copious amounts of alcohol, and disposes of lovers as soon as they stop fulfilling her needs. She worships self-gratification and only devotes herself to the people and activities that will satiate her sex drive and yearning for luxury.

They get married but the

Phil was anxious, to say the least. He’s been waiting forever to 'pop’ the question, but has never found out the right way to do it. He decided it’s easier to do it now, rather than later, plus, new years is a pretty good time to propose, right? Phil didn’t doubt that Dan would say yes, but that didn’t really calm his nerves, he still had that awful feeling in his stomach (and no, he didn’t drink too much milk, maybe…). He talked to Louise about it, who was excited when she found out his plan, about everything with the anxiousness, and she said it was normal to have the jitters before doing something as big as offering someone to be your life-long partner (well, unless if they got divorced, but Phil didn’t really want to think of that right now).

Sophie took it between two fingers gingerly. “It… really is,” she said in awe. The card he gave out, before he joined the CIA all those months ago, reading ‘Agent

Dan felt accomplished in the fact that for once he would be able to provide for Candy. He rushed home to tell her the good news, and found her sitting in the windowsill, with something obviously on her mind. Soon enough his excitement over the money he

“Daniel has nothing to do with this and you are fucking right I’m not your damn wife. You can bang whoever the hell you like Alex.” The glass shook in her hand as she struggled to not throw it at him. How dare he ask her about Daniel, as if the man cared

“Hello? Anybody there?” As the guy wanders around all he remembered was throwing the ball at the last second. All that he’s hearing right now is torture. He continues to walk forward as his steps continue to echo within the darkness. The game was canceled due to the power outage, but was it really a power outage? While he thinks on what happened. He spots a dead end with a note on it. He read it. “Look behind you.” He

"But Dan look at this." I walk back towards Phil and watch as the TV in the window display plays the news channel.

"Lemme just get that" Dan then stands up. Locking eyes with Phil, turns around, then bends all the way forward in an over exaggerated attempt to pick up his pen.

Here the game starts as he wakes up on that island lying on shore. He wanders around and takes an evaluation of island and found nothing which could help him to go home.