The Perfect Words

Never had an empty page been so infuriating. As an architect, a blank canvas was usually the opitomy of a good day. Any day except today. In 15 hours and 47 minutes, Mark would speak some of the most important words of his life – his wedding vows.

Just as he threw the pen down in frustration, the office door opened. His father stuck his head in, holding up a bottle of scotch and two crystal glasses hand his hand.

“I thought this might help,” he said putting bottle and glasses down on the desk.

“You think I have to be drunk to write my vows?” His voice incredulous.

“No, but it was this or a cigar and we both know your mother would have our hides if we lit up in the house.” He poured the scotch at least two fingers deep.

“How did you do it, Dad?”

“I’ll give you the same advice your grandmother gave me. Forget the vows and forget the wedding guests. If this was the last thing you ever said to her, what would you say?”

Mark’s father saw the confusion lift from Mark’s face. He left the room knowing everything would be okay.

Mark on the hand wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to say, it was there was so much to say and, he only had 30 seconds to sum up the love he had for his wife-to-be.


“Mark and Maria have decided to write their own vows and will share them with us. Mark?”

He took a deep breath, brushing back a stray hair from Maria’s face.

“I remember when I told you I didn’t believe in soul mates. God, how wrong was I? A feeling hit me like a train as we made eye contact across the law library and I was gone! Since then, you’ve been my friend, my confidant and my be all and end all.

“I love you more than I ever thought possible. I love you beyond the moon to infinity.”

He paused to wipe away the tears tracking down Maria’s face, the pad of his thumb caressing her cheek.

“I’m truely blessed to be a part of your world and there’s still a part of me that can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you. There’s no luckier man. I love you.”

Prompt: Word Prompt “I do.”
Word Count: 397 words

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In My Dreams

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I dream of you. Every night, I lay my head on the pillow, your pillow, and smile. It’s my favourite time of day. I know that in a few short minutes, the sleeping pills will kick in and I’ll be with you.

As always, we’re sitting on a beach. Today it’s Waikiki, from the last trip we took together. The soles of my feet sting in the heat as I walk towards you, your back to me. I can still see the faint red lines from where I raked my nails down it last night.

You hiss as I press the ice cool bottle of water against those scratches. Tugging, you pull me down into the sand, rolling to near on top of me but mindful of the families nearby.

“You minx,” you growl, but your eyes sparkle in playfulness, so full of laughter.

I may have seen your face a thousand times but I can’t help but stare. You’re beautiful and you’re mine.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I smile. “I was just wondering what I did so right to have you wander into my life?”

Your hand reaches up to caress my cheek, you gold band glinting in the bright light. “You were you; perfect in every way.”

A beat or two passes before I burst into laughter. “God, that was the cheesiest of cheesy!”

You blush, and I can’t help but kiss you. “Just as well I love you, your cheesy lines and all!”

We lie there, cocooned in our own bubble, talking about everything and nothing at all. The sun starts to descend, and I know we have to leave soon.

The beach scene begins to fade, taking you with it. I wake to another day where you are no longer in my world. At least until tonight.

Prompt: Picture Prompt
Word Count: 299 words

Tease

I’ve been bleeding chips all night, but it’s a small price to pay to watch her.

My croupier is my downfall. Her body encased in leather like a second skin. My fingers ache to catch the laces that hold her corset together. To pull them loose until her tantalising skin is revealed.

“Place your beds, gentleman.”

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Even her voice is sin. It melts over me like chocolate; smooth and pours to my core. My eyes never leave her face as I lay down chips. Those hazel orbs are watching me too; she looks at no other. Her teeth tease her lower lips and I feel myself harden for her.

“Thirty-two red.”

I blink as she calls out. Looking down at the board, I see my chips on black twenty, and all my chips are almost gone.

Grabbing a business card, I write down my room number. Her come-hither stares and the way I’ve been the centre of her attention all night has me sure of the night ahead.

I leave my last $500 chip on top of my card. My intent is clear.

The sun has fully risen, and I sit alone. All I have is the fantasy.

Prompt: picture prompt
Word Count: 193 words

It’s All in the Lyrics

How dare he?

How fucking dare he?!

I slammed down on the emergency exit door in anger, relishing at the sting in my hands at the contact.

I stumbled out into the rain, cold on my skin from the close heat of the packed bar.

How could he do that? To me?

Had I been misreading him this whole time?

I paced as the stone-cold rain soaked me to the bone, until the exit door slammed open behind me.

“For fucks sake, Bella, why did you storm off like that?”

His eyes flashed in the pale light of the “EXIT” sign. For a second my body thrilled at the emotion but it was gone too fast, replaced with anger and confusion.

“You lied!” I pummeled my fists against his chest, feeling the solid muscle underneath.

“You said it was just for me, and then you played…” I drew a breath, my voice shaking. “In front of all those people.”

“What the hell are you going on about, Bella?”

Was he for real?

“Ah” I pounded Edward’s chest again.

Strong hands clamped down on my wrists, restraining me. Edward walked us backwards until my back met the wall.

“Stop hitting me!” He growled. “Now, what the fuck are you shouting about?”

My gaze met his. “That song,” I spat, “is my song. You said you wrote it only for me.”

“I did!”

“Why did you play it to the entire club then?” My anger dissolved and my heart broke. “How could you do that?”

Edward released my wrists, instead caging me with his hands by my head.

“If you’d have stuck around, you would have heard the dedication.” His voice grew soft. “I dedicated to the girl I’ve fallen in love. I sung it for you…to you.”

Prompt: bar, song, live
Word Count: 297 words

Kryptonite

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Those moments as you wake are bliss. They can’t be found anywhere else. As I stretch out, I feel a delicious ache that speaks of a debaucherous night where my body was played like a fine violin. I can’t help but smile.

“I told you, you’d feel me even when I wasn’t in you.”

And just like that, my bliss evaporates. John stands, leaning against the doorjamb of his en-suite. His body is the thing of Greek statues and sonnets. The smile on his face is a look of smug satisfaction that not even his low-slung towel and wet body can distract from.I school my features to protect my already fractured heart. John wants me only as his in-house booty call. I see him as so much more.

‘”Never again,” I vow silently, but who am I kidding?

I glance at his bed side clock.

“Shit, why didn’t you wake me?”

He shrugs his shoulders before dropping his towel.

Bastard!

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Family breakfast is a mandatory requirement in the Cummingham-Hall household – like some bastardized modern-day version of The Walton’s.

I feel him before I see him. Warm fingertips slip down my arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I shiver to my core. He’s my kryptonite. Slowly, he sinks into the seat beside me, his nose brushing up my neck to my ear.

“Do you still feel me?” he asks, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

I gasp, pushing him away as my mother sits opposite us.

John’s hand finds my thigh, inching higher.

“We have an announcement.” my step-father starts.

“I’m pregnant.”

I push Johns hand away and hurry away from the table. Tears fill my eyes. Hopes are crushed, and I feel dirty. There is more than just sex between us now. There’s blood too.

Prompt: family breakfast
Word Count: 300 words