So I have a new novel project I'm working on called, Warrior Vula- http://warriorvula.blogspot.com/
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Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Covenant of Cross Prologue
The mass of clouds gathered together, like an army mounting to war; ready to strike down whatever was in its path. Thunder echoed after every whip of light that struck against the earth, accompanied by the tears of the sky that thrashed against the window pane like bullets.
Undaunted by the rage of droplets that knocked against the glass, the Queen stood with her nose almost pressed against the cold surface of the window. She could see nothing in the darkness.
Hopelessness such as she never felt before closed around her, and she embraced it, not having energy enough to fight it. Perhaps the Heavens felt as if she did? Perhaps this was only what welcomed the great fall of the Magick Realm. The Highest Kingdom of the Ancient Five.
Why for? Why for would these rebels turn towards those of the dark?
A sad smile appeared on her face. She knew, or could atleast guess. It was her.
Their Queen. Their Queen of the tainted blood. What would the mortals call this? Discrimination? Racism?
She sighed.
The five Realms were to fall. Her own realm was to fall and the Philips Reign, with it.
Where was the Council? Why did they not defend the five realms?
The sound of the doors to her chambers thrown open jolted her to a start.
Micah, the young enchantress, the Queen’s lady, hurried in with the baby prince in her arms and the 3 year old princess holding her skirts behind her. Micah’s face was pale and betrayed a terrible anxiety.
A fresh slab of dread slammed against her heart.
“What’s happened?” She demanded hurrying to take her son into her arms. He was asleep, dozing peacefully as if there was nothing awry with the world. There was nothing to distress him, and for a second, Queen Audrey envied him. Only for a second.
Princess Clarissa on the other hand felt the wrought of fear around her and her large doleful sky blue eyes, wider than usual, were beginning to moisten up. Micah took her into her arms, patting the little princess comfortingly on her back.
Her eyes though met with the Queen’s and she cleared her throat hastily.
“The Grounds have been breached,” she managed. She waited for the Queen to swallow this before she continued. “We must flee the castle.” As if on cue, several warriors marched in, dressed in their velvet red robes with the hilts of their swords emerging slightly as a visible threat to any who crossed them. The warriors. The Warriors of the King.
Stark fear gripped her. They ushered her out to the corridor, usually lighted with the glow of the stones of Magick but instead was now almost pitch black. Why did the stones not light? She had so many questions and it seemed obvious that there was not any time for answers.
“What about my little princess?” she asked. Her youngest. The new born who’d been taken into hiding in the other realm. That was the main thing on her mind, apart from her husband who was no where to be seen. Why hadn’t he come for them himself? Was he safe? Alive?
“She’d be safe, your majesty,” the deep voice of the warrior that spoke was familiar. “There is no crossing between the realms.” This shocked a gasp out of her. No crossing? Her daughter was stuck there?
She squelched the feeling of horror that rose at the idea and instead focused on the two of her children with her. They were in danger.
She knew who the warrior was. Owen Xeron. He was the dearest to the King, though treated as fairly as any other of the warriors.
He paused and summoned for light.
The flame that appeared flared up into a roaring fire in the form of a four legged animal. A dog? No, it was a wolf.
It padded before them, lighting up the whole corridor and hastening speed out of their party. They followed the corridor going forward, not turning left, nor right to the branching hallways until the Queen realized where it was they were heading. The library.
She knew of a secret doorway in the library’s study where in the old days, maids would bring up tea for the royals and only tea because food was not permitted. The passage led down to their living quarters, almost like a small town beneath the castle, out towards the woods in the direction of Sylon.
Suddenly, noises rose up around them and the corridors were swept with people running back and forth. Confused, the Queen looked around her but could not quite see through the body of warriors around her.
A loud booming noise arose up from somewhere down stairs, repeatedly echoing throughout the whole castle.
“What’s going on?” the Queen asked. It was Micah who answered.
“The rebels must have reached the gates. They’re trying to force it open.” Maids, Cooks and even the gardeners were hurrying by them. She recognized a few faces from the small gaps between the warrior’s tight circle around her.
“The castle staff. They’re arming themselves,” Micah explained. “The warriors have their hands ful-“
“Arming themselves? No!” the Queen objected. “If things are as bleak as you say, than they don’t stand a chance. They should flee!” Owen stepped in.
“We tried, your majesty. We tried to persuade them to leave,” he explained, a hint of sad admiration in his voice. “They are ready to give their lives for the Reign of the Philips.”
“There will be no more reign after this! I will not let them give their lives for nothing-“
“If you live, your majesty, you and your children live to fight another day,” Owen’s reply forbade any more protests.
That statement seemed to somehow reassure her, so she followed quietly and didn’t say another word.
The hallways they marched through were filling up with people, hollering and shouting out quick updates on the little war that was going on. She could literally feel their fear emanating from them like black smoke and still, she was proud to see, their bravery did not let up. If they were going down, they would go down fighting.
The library entrance came into view but no feeling of relief came with it. There was still no sign of her husband. The loud booming noise from downstairs seemed to somehow grow in strength before roaring out the sound of victory.
The rebels were in!
“Hurry your majesty!!”
She quickened her pace, running with Micah and the warriors towards the back of the library.
The sound of glass breaking, swords clashing and people screaming erupted around the castle. The Queen tripped, and a spike of terror pierced her as she held her child tighter, but the warriors were fast. Owen and a few other men caught her and steadied her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Untitled Writing Idea
This was just an idea I had, to write about a black woman traveling back to a time in the middle ages where black people were shunned. First posted on facebook notes than Goodreads, It's actually still an idea and I'm not sure how I'm going to go about writing a story like that but this was just a thought of how it could go:
Her wedding day ruined, Lucia had no where to run, or any clue where to go. Standing outside in the beautiful white gown, her veil floundering around her face clumsily, she glanced behind her at the mall. The sliding doors slid open, breathing the draft of air conditioned air towards her while she stood and savored the feeling for the moment. The curious glances and stares, she was oblivious to, but the stifling heat of Suva's afternoons choked her with the embarrassment of having been stood up. At her own wedding! She had to get away.
This was not what she expected. Not her fairytale happy ending. The buzzing sound of the street lights startled her and she swept across the road holding her gown up away from the crowd of people.
Why not a Prince Charming? She wondered. Horses, princes, knights, magic..love.
She wiped the perspiration off her forehead with a swift movement of her thumb, racing along the street, past the coffee shop and towards the ivi tree.
"Lucia!" She heard her name. Her sister maybe? Her best friend? She didn't want to face any of them. Desperate to get away, she ignored the red light and jay walked across the empty road. She hurried past the bank towards the sea wall, where she saw the glitter of the ocean, beckoning her.
"I wish," she muttered under her breath, the sorrow of being let down by the one person she trusted, fueling her. "I wish.." What did she wish? She came to a round about, glanced around for a crossing and found none. Another round of jay walking was needed, and she stopped, skidded, hurried across the busy road. Stopping by the wall, she threw her hands up in exasperation, oblivious to the strange person beside her.
"I wish I lived, in a different world. A medieval world-" her sentence was cut off abruptly with an "oomph!". The old man who bumped into her withdrew almost guiltily, in his hands a curious shaped wooden container once filled to the brim with the brown powder. The powder of the traditional drink covered her once immaculate bridal gown and at first she was horrified but then realized, she wasn't supposed to care. The man spoke a different dialect, apologizing profusely and ushering her towards the wall to sit.
"It's alright," she insisted, looking over his head to see if any one from the wedding party had found her. None. No one. The relief flooded her instantly but disappeared in a second when she was shoved over the wall. Panic seized her and her flailing arms did nothing to aid her as she felt herself fall back. The surface of the water slapped her, robbing her off her breath and surrounded her in darkness. Tangled up in the mass that was her dress, she fought to the surface, confused at how deep she seemed to have fallen. There was no wall that she could feel to guide her up. The darkness closed around her, straining her lungs and energy.
As upset as she was, depressed even, she refused to die. Not like this. Not because a little old man shoved her over the sea wall. She kicked with what was left of her and propelled herself to the surface, fighting the urge to just give up and sink. The bright light that pierced through the water encouraged her and she swam, breaking the surface in a series of gasps.
"What IS IT?" The voice sounded funny. Talked funny. Lucia waded around for a while, confused. Where was she? She saw the islands in the horizon and the sparse area of water. No sounds of cars. No sounds of people except for the strange voice. Glancing behind her she saw the shore. Again she was confused. Had she died? The black sand was unfamiliar to her and the grass...the plants. Again she wondered where she was. Then suddenly she saw movement. A woman and a man emerged from behind some trees. They were dressed peculiar too. He wore a brown loose shirt with puffy white pants, holding what looked to be a fishing net. They were white people, Europeans... She realized it must have been his voice she heard.
"I think it's a woman," the lady spoke. She had fair hair, plaited and her dress.... They looked like..they'd stepped out from the old century Britain.
"I wish I lived, in a different world. A medieval world-"
Her words flashed back at her. No way...So she had died! Or maybe she was in a coma.
"It is not of this Earth," the man said, vehemently. Huh what? Was he referring to her? "Look, her skin is brown-"
"It is only tan-"
"It does not speak!"
"I do speak" Lucia yelled back. The two froze in their spots.
"It speaks funny too," the man whispered.
Realization dawned on her, and she realized her mistake. These people have never seen coloured people.
She turned to swim away but she had realized too late. He cast his net over her, trapping her and tangling up her limbs.
She started to sink and terror began to sink in.
This was not what she expected. Not her fairytale happy ending. The buzzing sound of the street lights startled her and she swept across the road holding her gown up away from the crowd of people.
Why not a Prince Charming? She wondered. Horses, princes, knights, magic..love.
She wiped the perspiration off her forehead with a swift movement of her thumb, racing along the street, past the coffee shop and towards the ivi tree.
"Lucia!" She heard her name. Her sister maybe? Her best friend? She didn't want to face any of them. Desperate to get away, she ignored the red light and jay walked across the empty road. She hurried past the bank towards the sea wall, where she saw the glitter of the ocean, beckoning her.
"I wish," she muttered under her breath, the sorrow of being let down by the one person she trusted, fueling her. "I wish.." What did she wish? She came to a round about, glanced around for a crossing and found none. Another round of jay walking was needed, and she stopped, skidded, hurried across the busy road. Stopping by the wall, she threw her hands up in exasperation, oblivious to the strange person beside her.
"I wish I lived, in a different world. A medieval world-" her sentence was cut off abruptly with an "oomph!". The old man who bumped into her withdrew almost guiltily, in his hands a curious shaped wooden container once filled to the brim with the brown powder. The powder of the traditional drink covered her once immaculate bridal gown and at first she was horrified but then realized, she wasn't supposed to care. The man spoke a different dialect, apologizing profusely and ushering her towards the wall to sit.
"It's alright," she insisted, looking over his head to see if any one from the wedding party had found her. None. No one. The relief flooded her instantly but disappeared in a second when she was shoved over the wall. Panic seized her and her flailing arms did nothing to aid her as she felt herself fall back. The surface of the water slapped her, robbing her off her breath and surrounded her in darkness. Tangled up in the mass that was her dress, she fought to the surface, confused at how deep she seemed to have fallen. There was no wall that she could feel to guide her up. The darkness closed around her, straining her lungs and energy.
As upset as she was, depressed even, she refused to die. Not like this. Not because a little old man shoved her over the sea wall. She kicked with what was left of her and propelled herself to the surface, fighting the urge to just give up and sink. The bright light that pierced through the water encouraged her and she swam, breaking the surface in a series of gasps.
"What IS IT?" The voice sounded funny. Talked funny. Lucia waded around for a while, confused. Where was she? She saw the islands in the horizon and the sparse area of water. No sounds of cars. No sounds of people except for the strange voice. Glancing behind her she saw the shore. Again she was confused. Had she died? The black sand was unfamiliar to her and the grass...the plants. Again she wondered where she was. Then suddenly she saw movement. A woman and a man emerged from behind some trees. They were dressed peculiar too. He wore a brown loose shirt with puffy white pants, holding what looked to be a fishing net. They were white people, Europeans... She realized it must have been his voice she heard.
"I think it's a woman," the lady spoke. She had fair hair, plaited and her dress.... They looked like..they'd stepped out from the old century Britain.
"I wish I lived, in a different world. A medieval world-"
Her words flashed back at her. No way...So she had died! Or maybe she was in a coma.
"It is not of this Earth," the man said, vehemently. Huh what? Was he referring to her? "Look, her skin is brown-"
"It is only tan-"
"It does not speak!"
"I do speak" Lucia yelled back. The two froze in their spots.
"It speaks funny too," the man whispered.
Realization dawned on her, and she realized her mistake. These people have never seen coloured people.
She turned to swim away but she had realized too late. He cast his net over her, trapping her and tangling up her limbs.
She started to sink and terror began to sink in.
I'll probably rewrite this with a totally different scenario but it depends on whether or not I actually pursue the writing project.
Witchy Meet
I tried my hand at fanfiction, and attempted a Vampire Diaries, Eastwick crossover in 2011.
I've only gone as far as one chapter but I've been too busy with school to continue. I will try my best to continue it, but until then, I'll let it lie.
Here's Witchy Meet, Chapter One.
"Elena!" Bonnie hurried through the throng of students, grinning excitedly at her best friend. "Elena," she rasped, out of breath. "Guess what!"
"Woah, Bonnie. I've never seen you this excited before." Elena watched Bonnie nod in agreement, still trying to catch her breath. She had in her hand what looked like a letter which Elena suspected was the source of all the excitement.
Instead of getting right on to her news, Bonnie craned her neck and swept a searching gaze across the crowd of students around them.
"Where's Stefan." She asked. She rarely saw them without each other but secretly she was glad. She wanted Elena alone and as sweet as Stefan was, his being a vampire put a damper on things. She was used to it, true but the fact was, vampires stirred a lot of trouble. Unlike her, a witch, they couldn't lay low for too long. Their instinct was to kill and even Stefan, kind and gentle Stefan, was a killer.
"He texted earlier. Said he'd be late."
Hunting bunnies, Bonnie thought wryly. After all the drama with Elena's doppelganger ancestor, Katherine and the 'originals' were over, peace was finally restored in Mystic Falls. Stefan returned to his 'animal blood' diet. Caroline, their best friend turned vampire by Katherine, claimed to have done the same but they all knew better. She was probably nicking from Damon's blood supply.
"So...are you going to tell me what's in your hand or are we going to play the guessing game. You know Stefans better at that than I am."
"It's a letter from Lucy," Bonnie gushed waving the letter around.
Lucy, as Elena recalled, was Bonnie's cousin who had been lured into their drama by Katherine. She'd been the one to cast a linking spell between Elena and Katherine, causing whatever happened to Katherine happen to Elena. Stefan and Damon hadn't known it while they staked Katherine until Jeremy, Elena's brother had reached them in time before they could kill her. Realizing that she was related to Bonnie, Lucy turned her allegiance against Katherine and lifted the linking spell. She had been the reason for Katherine's capture.
Bonnie had been overjoyed to find she wasn't alone, especially after losing her grandmother, the only witch she knew in her family. It made sense that the letter from Lucy would affect her so much and so Elena waited patiently for Bonnie to continue.
"She wants to meet me again!"
"She's coming here." Elena asked, pleasantly surprised. She hadn't had the chance to meet Lucy and thank her properly.
Bonnie's expression dimmed slightly before she pulled a look that Elena knew so well. She'd given Bonnie those looks herself so many times when they needed her to help with their supernatural drama. She'd come through for them time and time again and it seemed now, she wanted Elena to do something for her.
"She knows about.." she neared Elena, lowering her voice, "Stefan and Damon. After Katherine, she's not too excited about meeting any more vampires."
"I understand," Elena nodded encouragingly, not understanding what she was getting at.
"She doesn't want to come to Mystic Falls," Bonnie told her. Realization dawned on Elena. "She wants us to go to Eastwick."
"Leave Mystic Falls.." Elena muttered dumbly.
"Tomorrow's Saturday. It's just one day, come on. Please Elena!" She pulled the famous look again and Elena groaned, already aware her resolve was crumbling.
"I don't know," Elena said slowly trying to buy time.
"We can take Jeremy with us!" her tone returned to excitement once again and Elena found herself agreeing. Jeremy wouldn't mind going with them. She suspected he had a thing for Bonnie.
"Fine," she gave in huffily. "I've got to clear it with Jenna." Her aunt was going to give the go ahead anyway because it would mean quiet time for her and Rick, her boyfriend.
"Clear what." The husky voice asked curiously and Stefan appeared from behind Bonnie. Grinning at Elena, he came around to her side and leisurely put his arm around her and an affectionate peck on the cheek.
Bonnie smiled at the lovely spectacle they made but worried that Stefan wouldn't like the idea of Elena leaving town for a bit. Even for an hour..or a minute. She couldn't blame him. Somehow, Elena was a magnet for the supernatural...in a troublesome way.
"Bonnie and I are thinking of going to Eastwick tomorrow," Elena explained. Surprised, Stefan looked between the two girls.
"Just the two of you." He asked.
"We're hoping to get Jeremy to tag along," Elena added. "Just a nice old trip to refresh the soul a bit."
"A vampire free trip," Bonnie stated with a slight tilt in her voice that meant she was pleading with him.
"Hint taken," Stefan laughed.
"We're going to see Lucy." Bonnie smiled at Stefan apologetically.
"Ohh," he nodded. "That's great. No, don't worry about me...worrying about you," he added at Elena's pout. "You'll have two witches to protect you and your brother."
"Right," Elena grinned, a playful expression suddenly on her face. Not really into watching any PDA, Bonnie turned to leave, throwing a,
"See ya later!" over her shoulder as she walked off.
I've only gone as far as one chapter but I've been too busy with school to continue. I will try my best to continue it, but until then, I'll let it lie.
Here's Witchy Meet, Chapter One.
"Elena!" Bonnie hurried through the throng of students, grinning excitedly at her best friend. "Elena," she rasped, out of breath. "Guess what!"
"Woah, Bonnie. I've never seen you this excited before." Elena watched Bonnie nod in agreement, still trying to catch her breath. She had in her hand what looked like a letter which Elena suspected was the source of all the excitement.
Instead of getting right on to her news, Bonnie craned her neck and swept a searching gaze across the crowd of students around them.
"Where's Stefan." She asked. She rarely saw them without each other but secretly she was glad. She wanted Elena alone and as sweet as Stefan was, his being a vampire put a damper on things. She was used to it, true but the fact was, vampires stirred a lot of trouble. Unlike her, a witch, they couldn't lay low for too long. Their instinct was to kill and even Stefan, kind and gentle Stefan, was a killer.
"He texted earlier. Said he'd be late."
Hunting bunnies, Bonnie thought wryly. After all the drama with Elena's doppelganger ancestor, Katherine and the 'originals' were over, peace was finally restored in Mystic Falls. Stefan returned to his 'animal blood' diet. Caroline, their best friend turned vampire by Katherine, claimed to have done the same but they all knew better. She was probably nicking from Damon's blood supply.
"So...are you going to tell me what's in your hand or are we going to play the guessing game. You know Stefans better at that than I am."
"It's a letter from Lucy," Bonnie gushed waving the letter around.
Lucy, as Elena recalled, was Bonnie's cousin who had been lured into their drama by Katherine. She'd been the one to cast a linking spell between Elena and Katherine, causing whatever happened to Katherine happen to Elena. Stefan and Damon hadn't known it while they staked Katherine until Jeremy, Elena's brother had reached them in time before they could kill her. Realizing that she was related to Bonnie, Lucy turned her allegiance against Katherine and lifted the linking spell. She had been the reason for Katherine's capture.
Bonnie had been overjoyed to find she wasn't alone, especially after losing her grandmother, the only witch she knew in her family. It made sense that the letter from Lucy would affect her so much and so Elena waited patiently for Bonnie to continue.
"She wants to meet me again!"
"She's coming here." Elena asked, pleasantly surprised. She hadn't had the chance to meet Lucy and thank her properly.
Bonnie's expression dimmed slightly before she pulled a look that Elena knew so well. She'd given Bonnie those looks herself so many times when they needed her to help with their supernatural drama. She'd come through for them time and time again and it seemed now, she wanted Elena to do something for her.
"She knows about.." she neared Elena, lowering her voice, "Stefan and Damon. After Katherine, she's not too excited about meeting any more vampires."
"I understand," Elena nodded encouragingly, not understanding what she was getting at.
"She doesn't want to come to Mystic Falls," Bonnie told her. Realization dawned on Elena. "She wants us to go to Eastwick."
"Leave Mystic Falls.." Elena muttered dumbly.
"Tomorrow's Saturday. It's just one day, come on. Please Elena!" She pulled the famous look again and Elena groaned, already aware her resolve was crumbling.
"I don't know," Elena said slowly trying to buy time.
"We can take Jeremy with us!" her tone returned to excitement once again and Elena found herself agreeing. Jeremy wouldn't mind going with them. She suspected he had a thing for Bonnie.
"Fine," she gave in huffily. "I've got to clear it with Jenna." Her aunt was going to give the go ahead anyway because it would mean quiet time for her and Rick, her boyfriend.
"Clear what." The husky voice asked curiously and Stefan appeared from behind Bonnie. Grinning at Elena, he came around to her side and leisurely put his arm around her and an affectionate peck on the cheek.
Bonnie smiled at the lovely spectacle they made but worried that Stefan wouldn't like the idea of Elena leaving town for a bit. Even for an hour..or a minute. She couldn't blame him. Somehow, Elena was a magnet for the supernatural...in a troublesome way.
"Bonnie and I are thinking of going to Eastwick tomorrow," Elena explained. Surprised, Stefan looked between the two girls.
"Just the two of you." He asked.
"We're hoping to get Jeremy to tag along," Elena added. "Just a nice old trip to refresh the soul a bit."
"A vampire free trip," Bonnie stated with a slight tilt in her voice that meant she was pleading with him.
"Hint taken," Stefan laughed.
"We're going to see Lucy." Bonnie smiled at Stefan apologetically.
"Ohh," he nodded. "That's great. No, don't worry about me...worrying about you," he added at Elena's pout. "You'll have two witches to protect you and your brother."
"Right," Elena grinned, a playful expression suddenly on her face. Not really into watching any PDA, Bonnie turned to leave, throwing a,
"See ya later!" over her shoulder as she walked off.
Bizarre Wedding
This piece of writing was a teasing joke I wrote dedicated to a friend of mine, who was adamant about not being the first to marry from our group of friends. Written in 2008, during a free period in class, the piece of paper I scribbled it on was filed away for a while. I thought it would be funny to post it up on fictionpress.
Here it is:
Here it is:
Early July, 2018. Shannon thought back to her engagement. Was it really six months ago? To her, it seemed like yesterday that her beloved bent on his knee and asked for her hand in marriage at the park on the same spot they had first met. She remembered that day so vividly that it played like a movie in her mind's eye. She seated herself before the mirror and ran the brush through her hair with swift strokes. Today was the day she would carry the name of her beloved. Today….was her day.
"Why aren't you ready?" a voice she'd recognized anywhere spoke.
Her delirious best friend, a thin girl with big brown eyes and a goofy baby face that could imitate a clown's even without makeup and paint. The girl held a huge white gown with long sleeves, a low cleavage, the bottom of the dress fell to the ground in silky terraces.
"Um…." Shannon was speechless . "Am I wearing that!" Maryann, her best friend, frowned.
"Cos you are!" she replied. "And here's your veil." Shannon gaped as Maryann lay down the wedding dress carefully on the couch and produced a two mile long veil.
"I know it's short but it would do."
Shannon thought back to her high school days when Maryann was very adamant on being the one to arrange Shannon's wedding. Maryann brought out what looked to be a list.
"Bougainvilleas, hmm, yes check! Mistletoe…"
"Mistletoe?" Shannon sputtered. "But Maryann! It's a long way from Christmas!"
"Nonsense," Maryann waved it off. "Brings out the festivities, you know. What else? Oh yes, young Spanish priest."
Shannon smiled knowing how much Maryann loved Spanish people.
"I ordered white roses, I didn't want the red ones. White symbolizes virginity..." Maryann looked up from her list. "Well unless…you prefer the red ones which symbolizes…."
"White ones!" Shannon quickly interrupted flushing at Maryann's sly look. "Wait. What would the groom be wearing?" Shannon had to ask. Maryann smiled coyly to herself.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out," she answered.
"Music…ah yes. Celine Dion, check!" Shannon rolled her eyes. Maryann was a die hard Dion fan.
"Oh yes, the best man. He was just some American guy I met on the streets who looked like Leo Dicaprio during his Titanic era. And you know how I loved Titanic!" Shannon looked at Maryann skeptically.
"I thought the best man was my fiance's best friend?" she asked. Maryann made a face.
"O yea him…died of food poisoning," she replied then taking on an innocent expression added, "No idea how that happened."
"Transportation?" Shannon asked.
"I've arranged a white limo, decorated it with pink balloons and there's a sign secured across the sides," Maryann answered. "I arranged for it to make two rounds around the Cathedral."
"Why?" Shannon asked.
"Riding in a limo is fun," Maryann replied grinning. "Now get ready, I bought a pair of white stilettos. Dorn that wedding dress oh and um.." Maryann brought out a Victoria secrets shopping bag. "Bought some lingerie for the honeymoon." Shannon turned red but burst out laughing anyway at her crazy friend's tactics.
30 minutes later Shannon found herself staring at the white limo with the words "Just married….SO GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY," written across it. Was she really going to ride this after her wedding?
The Limo made two rounds around the Cathedral is planned before pulling up at the church entrance. Shannon was dragged out by Maryann as they got ready for the bride's turn to proceed down the isle.
"Isn't dad here yet?" Shannon asked looking around.
"Huh?" Maryann asked. "O yea, too traditional. Your best friend's giving you away…um..me!"
"What!" Shannon almost choked on her own saliva. The flute tune of My Heart Will Go On began and the two besties walked down the isle. Shannon's attention was caught by the people crowded in the Cathedral. Her best friends and family were all at the front but…who were all the strangers standing at the back? Maryann answered as if reading her mind,
"I invited some wealthy people as well," she whispered. "You know…. bigger wedding presents." Shannon looked at her incredulously. This was definitely a memorable day for her. She then turned her attention to the man she was giving her life too. Her one true love...her soon-to-be-husband who stood waiting at the alter with the priest, maid of honor, best man and her parents. Her eyes widened when she looked at the groom who was decked out in…his birthday suite.
"Maryann!" she already knew who was behind this.
"I had this all planned 10 years ago," Maryann beamed. "So that you know what you're getting before you marry him."
Love Twice
With a display picture icon that said, "Don't Give Up", I started up a page for a writing project called "Love Twice" and posted up one chapter.
One chapter and no other.
I never thought or looked back to this story, so I was surprised to find it again and to see that my writing wasn't so bad then.
The one chapter itself wasn't even complete, and it's a pity too, so I decided that it wouldn't hurt to post it here.
He sat near the water front staring up at what was left of Bridge Thirus. The creepers had engulfed the rotten metal of the once grand bridge. The wooden floorboards of the bridge was either rotten or loosely hanging with one edge still nailed against the iron railings while most of the floorboards of the bridge was no longer there. The bridge was no longer used, it was just a piece of the scenery, just there to hold up the bougainvillea for the tourists to admire. The creek under it was probably the main feature. It's water surface sparkling as the sun rays hit it and the children splashing happily around the shallow areas of the creek. The adults swam to the deep parts of the creek which had it's flavor of romance, merriment, memories and...it's own dark history. Maybe that was why Thirus Creek was so special...so famous. The view of the lake was suddenly blotched out and Greg flinched annoyed at whoever was in his way. He glanced up at the young woman before him. Red auburn hair, dark doe eyes, lips the color of peach, slender, shorter then average height and she had a semi-tanned complexion. Her lips were in motion and he blinked again realizing she had been talking to him.
"Sorry?" he asked. She glared at him and he shrugged. "I zoned out for a while,"he told her.
"Nisha Hart,"she extended her hand which Greg shook still wearing his bored expression. He didn't give a cow's foot who she was, just as long as she got on her way and leave him at peace.
"Greg Stilts,"he told her and almost groaned out loud at her sudden curious look.
"Just who I was looking for,"she stated. ...(to be contd..)
One chapter and no other.
I never thought or looked back to this story, so I was surprised to find it again and to see that my writing wasn't so bad then.
The one chapter itself wasn't even complete, and it's a pity too, so I decided that it wouldn't hurt to post it here.
"Sorry?" he asked. She glared at him and he shrugged. "I zoned out for a while,"he told her.
"Nisha Hart,"she extended her hand which Greg shook still wearing his bored expression. He didn't give a cow's foot who she was, just as long as she got on her way and leave him at peace.
"Greg Stilts,"he told her and almost groaned out loud at her sudden curious look.
"Just who I was looking for,"she stated. ...(to be contd..)
Labriel Zeta-Bristo
Don't ask me how I came up with that title. Long story. This was supposed to be the sequel to The King's Choice, but I lost interest in writing it and only went so far as three chapters.
I will not be continuing it.
I wrote it in 2007 and it received 241 views and 9 fans.
I will not be continuing it.
I wrote it in 2007 and it received 241 views and 9 fans.
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