Wedding from Kendra's point of view

Con artist? No way. Sure, I may have bribed my cousin into letting me be the maid of honor, but I had good reason. The maid of honor needed to be someone who was gorgeous, sweet, and who could where a Vera Wayne designer dress along with a pair of white stilettos. In other words, the maid of honor needed to be someone like me. So by paying for half of the wedding I was doing everyone a huge favor. Besides, if I weren’t the maid of honor, it would have been that horrible, selfish, ugly sister of hers with her horrible figure and those bags beneath her eyes. No one would have wanted that.
So there I was in the most fabulous yellow and white strapless dress . As expected, my radiant looks far exceeded those of the bride’s mates. My skin just absolutely glowed with the pureness of an angel and my curls bounced to a tune of their own. I carefully watched the best man and groom take their place. As I baffled my mind on how the groom could be so handsome in a baby blue suit, the wedding participants began to take their place. To be quite honest, I had never found the groom to be an attractive man, but he sure knew how to clean up.
“Oh no, honey! Your dress isn’t zipped up in the back and the wedding is starting! Here, let me do it for you.” said an unfamiliar voice with the sound of urgency to it.
I turned around to see some obnoxious middle-aged woman with huge sunglasses and the most disastrous combination of bright colors that I had ever seen. That’s all I needed before the wedding, a loss of eyesight.
“Thank you. I uh... I like your lime green pants." I had always been good at lying.
“Why thank you. I made them myself.”
“Oh really, I hardly noticed.”
After regaining some composure, I got in line and prepared to go down the red aisle. (This in my opinion was a little too glamorous for the occasion). As I strolled down the aisle I felt a bit unstable. Like at any moment one of my $200 stilettos would break. The horrible thought itself almost caused me to plummet. Of course, I should have known something fishy was going on when those two suspicious kids offered to polish my shoes. Since when do kids offer to polish shoes? Regardless of my balance issue, I managed to make it to the end. As the priest began to speak time seemed to drag on. I had to keep on looking at the bride and groom just to make sure that I was at a wedding and not a funeral. Seriously, a simple will you take this man and will you take this woman would have done it. As the priest began to come to the closing, there was a loud nerve wrecking noise.
“Oh no, it's the cake!” A woman yelled standing next to the altar.
It seemed that some dumb ass had knocked the cake off the table and, as you expected, the drunk of he wedding threw himself down on he floor and began stuffing his disfigured face. It was the most disgusting thing that I had ever seen; which is why I couldn't wait for the reception.

Samia, Zoua, and Agustina's final plot.

Were writing about Quin Johnson teaming with Hector Mcdonald to sabatoge the wedding. They both decided that since he doesn't like the groom, and she doesn't like the bride, they should just destroy the entire ceremony. Were also incorporating Kendra Olsen. She's the maid of honor after bribing the bride for the spot.

Samia will write about Kendra Olsen and her behavior during the wedding.

Agustina will write about Quin Johnson's behavior during the wedding.

Zoua will write about Hector Mcdonald's behavior during the wedding.

300 word story (final)

The anxiety of pressure filled my mind with negative thoughts. I fought for my voice despite the echoes of comments made by my underachieving parents. This time I would show them, so that when I looked into the once dreadful mirror I would no longer see failure written across a helpless face.
“You’ll do fine. You were meant to do this.”
I let Kelly’s words sink into my trembling heart. Up until this point nerves were just things that I had heard about. I tuned out all of my competition and just focused on myself. Time seemed to drag on like a teenagers anticipation of adulthood. With every given second my nerves started forming minds of their own.
“Carrie you’re on in five.”
The stage managers words sent my nerves into a wild frenzy. At this point my entire body was shaking uncontrollably.
“Ok Carrie, sing it just like you practiced in front of me and you’ll be great.”
Sweet Kelly always had something good to say. But not even her words of encouragement could calm my torturous nerves.
“Carrie you’re on!”
I took a deep and headed towards the stage. The curious glares of strangers made my body tingle as if I were glowing. I tried to convince myself that I would do great. After all I couldn’t let my parents be right. Almost sending my body into shock my music began to play. At that very moment I felt an adrenalin rush go to every limb of my body. I was, for that moment, confident. At the sound of two familiar voices I glanced out into the audience. I quickly dropped the mike and ran off stage. My parents my have won the battle, but they hadn’t won the war.

My final 300 word story will be posted soon. I left my folder at work.

55 word story (final)

"Well Laura, it looks like I'm the only one without a prom date for tomorrow."
"Me and you both. Who needs a date? Let's go together."
After leaving the lunchroom, they run into their friend John.
"Hi Laura, pick you up from prom at 8:00p.m?"
"Prom? Laura!" Megan screams throwing down her friendship ring.

A Silent Moment

Her entire life had revolved around this moment. Singing was Carrie's passion and her escape from things that didn't seem as appealing.
"I have to be perfect when I get on stage. This could be the day that I've dreamed about."
Seeing just how nervous Carrie was, her best friend Kelly tried to comfort her.
"You'll do fine. You were meant to do this. When you wake up in the morning the first thing you think about is singing."
After spending a couple more minutes in the dressing room, Carrie and Kelly decided to go around and check out the competition. While approaching the front of the line Carrie heard the most beautiful voice.
"Kelly, listen. She's amazing. I can't top that!"
"Don't worry about trying to out do her. You just do the best that you can and pray that it's good enough."
Kelly had always been there for Carrie. She was Carrie's support, her strength, and her best friend.
"Carrie you're on in five."
Until the stage manager spoke to Carrie the reality of the situation hadn't quite kicked in for her. Could this be her one chance at fame? Maybe this would be the first of many opportunities. Whatever the case was she couldn't risk the chance.
"Ok Carrie, sing it just like you practiced in front of me and you'll be great."
"Kelly are you sure that I can do this?"
"Can birds fly?"
The stage manager ran through the door.
"Ok Carrie you're on!"
After Kelly took her seat, Carrie stepped on stage. The lights were bright and her music was beginning to play. This was it, the moment she's waited for. But when she opened her mouth to sing...nothing came out.

The Hatred of Love (final version)

It's not as if I've ever been...
at a loss for words,
But the sound of his cold, hallow voice
led to the immunization of my aching soul,
My entire world had come to a forceful stop
with the impact of a semi-truck,
My wounded heart pounded in my chest
sending chills throughout my
stiffened body

"Are you there?"
The words drifted meaninglessly
through the receiver,
How could I answer?
I gave him the miraculous key to a heart
which was never unlocked,
In return I received the embittered awkwardness
of silence and malaise,
Thoughts rushed through my mind like
the overflowing of an established damn
Yet at the moment...
I was speechless

Reminiscing about this moment
is like witnessing the isolation felt by those who
fear their own emotions,
For what I hesitantly said that day was...
"I love you."
What I needed to say...
was nothing