Who is she? I recognize her vaguely? Her silver hair seems to have aged with desolation still holding those misfortunate memoires. Aged and wizened her lips frame her crooked frown, bitterly like a triggered swan ready to bite. Her creased skin sagged seemingly slipping off her face; it’s crinkled like a discarded letter left to itself. She’s tired; she’s worn, her wailing bones are not strong enough to deal with this agony anymore. Yet her dead dark eyes are strong enough to pierce straight through me like a lightning bolt, filling me with melancholy and despair. She scares me. Why is she staring like that? Her eyes fuelled with sweet toxic memories that provoke her revenge. Why? What does she want? Anxiety clutches my stomach causing my skin to tingle with nervousness. I search. I search for clues to see who she is, to help me remember her identity. And …show more content…
Once upon time I was like every other princess, living a fairy tale. My wedding day had come; I looked the best I could ever look. My wedding gown made with the finest of silks, satins and lace, the purest shade of white, not even a speck of dirt, just the way I wanted it. My luscious hair had been transformed into a piece of art, flowers made with intricate swirls of curls each one done with the same precision. Diamond shimmered on my neck like the night sea trapping the reflection of the stars. I remember wearing my corset the tightest I had ever worn it. I remember sitting on my ornate dressing chair in front of this same dying mirror, treasuring my beauty, innocently imagining my future with my husband like any other woman getting married because they say that your wedding day is supposed to be the most memorable day of your life. And it was. But I was stupid. I was stupid for starting a story without any ink in my pen; I was stupid for weaving the future without any thread in my needle. I was stupid because I trusted him; it was my fault for not realising his true
not know who she truly is, but she is eager to find out. She finds her
I walked into the tent and I was blindsided again with the beautiful chandelier hanging from the top of the tent. But wait was there a decoration on the chandelier, I saw two crows sitting on the sides of the chandelier, it was if, wait, there real. Must of been a hole in the tent and I just looked around to see how my wedding was going. The tea looked so delightful but I just never got accustomed
...e uses an eerie description: “It is a face like the terrible dim faces known in dreams--sexless and white, with two gray crossed eyes which are turned inward so sharply that they seem to be exchanging with each other one long and secret gaze of grief.” The words used to describe this are almost like a fearful nightmare. Amelia Evans no longer seems like a handsome women, instead she appears to be a scary creature.
It was an early Wednesday morning, and I lay still in my bed hitting the REM cycle as I dream vividly about a young lady about to be wed. She was dancing in a field of wheat and sunflowers. She was a country girl of whom I had never seen in my life, but in my dream, I knew her. It seemed I had known her family too, they were hillbillies and she was the pride and joy of their family, a shining star on her family crest. She had long, slinky, dark chestnut hair that was pulled up for such an occasion, Decorated with a fresh flower from the fields. She wore a form fitted white dress that looked as if it was her mama’s passed onto her. In her hands were an array of hot pink, sassy orange, and depressed purple Gerber Daisies wrapped precisely with an off white ribbon. She twirled distantly from her family knowin...
goes through life, her search to find her identity took many turns. Some for the worse
She goes on to describe his eyes and gathered eyebrows as ireful she is claiming that his eyes are angry and full of wrath, she also describes him as past his youth but not yet middle aged. Jane tells the re...
can't trust them even that basic amount?" Through this statement you can tell she desires
The Syrian refugee crisis has become major part of international news in these past few months. Many countries are strapped of resources and will soon not be able to handle any more refugees. The Syrian people are looking to flee conflict in their country, looking for better opportunities, and better lives for their families. Recently, a letter sent by fourteen senate democrats was sent to President Obama calling for the need of the United States to allow more Syrian refugees into our borders to alleviate pressure from European nations. The numbers are staggering, the letter states that half of Syria’s 23 million people have been forced from their home along with 4 million have been registered as refugees. The main purpose of the letter is
THANK YOU.” My blood went cold. What was she hiding in the
My stalking routine began about two years ago when I first heard about the diamonds, and since then my mind was occupied with the idea of getting them. Darkness and the single light spot pointed directly at her , emphasised her weakness, vulnerability, and frailty. She used to hide her feelings and so she used to do with the diamonds. I was standing there, camouflaged by the darkness and studying her from the outside. I ran through possible words I could tell her when she woke up, but nothing came to my brain.
This past Saturday on April 29th I attended a wedding at St. Francis Xavier College Church on Lindell Blvd in Midtown St. Louis. The groom and bride of the marriage were Ethan and Diana. However, their lasts names were not said when Father Avera witnessed the vows of the ceremony. This Sacrament was in the context of a Mass as I previously said it took place at St. Francis Xavier College Church.
How often do you date your spouse? Let’s keep it real. Life has a way of making date nights something we did instead of something we do. There was a time when date night for us meant time to ourselves when the kids went to sleep.
Keeeping naughty kids busy and occupied is a big challenge. More so, when it is wedding time. How many of you would want lil champs messing up the room where the bride is to dress up for the most important day of her life? Or for that matter, the mischievious lot going and spoiling giveaways to be given to guests from the boy’s side with their muddy and soiled little fingers. Ouch!
This story is about an attractive girl who feels she was born into the lower class of family. She dreams about being in a higher class family with a dowry, luxuries and delicacies, married to a rich and distinguished man. Instead, this girl marries a man of a lesser class, than she feels she belongs. She suffers from the poverty; the peasant work that she feels is not of her way as she was born, the simple house without silks and tapestry. One day a surprise envelope arrives telling her she was invited to the ball.
September 2016 I'll be saying I do to the man I love and who's somehow stolen my heart. We thought we had a great relationship until the planning of the wedding began! Planning our wedding has shown us how different be both think and how we don't and will not always agree on everything. Anyone who's ever planned a wedding knows how stressful things can get and how it has the potential to divide a unit. Here are 5 ways to easy the pains of wedding planning.