Forever Hold Your Peace

For some odd reason, I'm writing a lot of things about weddings lately. 

Forever Hold Your Peace        

 This entire scene felt wrong. Watching her approach as they stood along the altar, she tried to hide her glances. Her soul mate was marrying him. He was perfect, and everything she’d been searching for in a man. But despite everything she loved and disliked, they were still ready to tie the knot. She wanted to be with him. Except he didn’t know her. At least, he didn’t know her as well as he should.

            He didn’t know about her dark and twisty past, or the skeletons in her closet. There were habits she hid and problems she repressed. Everything she hated about herself, she buried deep.

            She didn’t hear the minister when he said “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” He didn’t need to utter those words – their marriage license had long since been signed. This was just the formal ceremony for family. Biting her lip, she waited patiently as everything pushed forward. It took all her might not to object. Everything in her being wanted to declare before God, the minister, their family and friends that they were not meant to be. Their marriage seemed of one out of convenience. Every expectation she wanted, he met and surpassed; each little box on her list was triple checked.

            Finally the “I do’s” were murmured, and it was official. Her best friend and soul mate was wed, and she would forever hold her peace.

Final Moments

 For some reason, I'm feeling medieval.

Final Moments

            She gasped, hand reaching to where the dagger was currently protruding from her chest. Wrapping her fingers around the hilt, she tightened her grip and tugged with all her might. The blade clattered next to her, as one hand dropped while the other pressed on the open wound. Coughing, she propped herself up on an elbow. Surveying the room, she noticed the bodies; not a single one moved, nor could she hear heavy breathing.

            Gritting her teeth, she managed to roll over and push herself to her feet. Her legs felt wobbly, unsure of their destination as she stood for a moment to collect her bearings. There wasn’t a sign of the Royals. Pushing herself toward the stairs after grabbing a blade, she made her way up, following the destruction.

            This sorcerer was powerful; his army of the fallen certainly no match for a simple soldier; nor a woman that had disguised her way into the ranks. Down the corridor she could see the flashing of colored light. Magic. Racing faster, she burst into the room as the battle ensued. Without a second thought, she flung herself amidst the dueling magic and the remaining Knights fighting the dead army. Her heart pounding, she dodged sword swings and fiery spheres.

            Ignoring the commands from the Prince, she approached and heaved the dagger at the sorcerer. It took him only moments to knock her flat, a glowing sphere hitting her breastplate. All went black as the battle raged.  

Ceiling Tiles and Laughter

I'm not sure why I penned this story; other than the fact it's a testament to my bizarre sense of humor. But I hope whatever terrible situation I may get into in the future, I could look at it with some laughter.

Ceiling Tiles and Laughter

            The ceiling tiles hadn’t changed. Even now as he lay in a different room than the one he had entered, they remained plain. Same old white, same old specks and pock marks. He glanced to his left, taking note of the monitor tracking his pulse. Inhaling slowly, he eased himself up, resting tentatively on his elbows.

            Things had changed, but he’d been too nervous the past few days to look. Nurses said he was lucky, they said he could learn and everything would be back to normal. Giving them a smile and a nod was the best response he could muster. Fingers tense as they curled around the blanket, he shifted and pulled back the sheets.

            It wasn’t as bad now, finally laying his eyes on it. He’d been so doped up on pain killers; he couldn’t believe what they’d told him. Now he could finally see it for himself. Running his hand down the flesh of his thigh, he came to the bandage and gauze that adorned his leg; or what remained. A few moments of staring at it, he laughed. After days of being angry, melancholy and overwhelmed, all that remained was laughter.

            He must have been loud, because next thing he knew, his nurse rushed in. Wiping stray tears from the corners of his eyes, he grinned up at her. The woman looked flustered, unsure what to think of her patient’s current mood.

            “I think I’ll name it, McStumpy,” he beamed.

Wedding Whispers

Finally the long awaited update! I've been busy in my new department at work, so it's been hogging my mind. Hopefully you won't have to wait so long!

Wedding Whispers

            It had been a nerve-wracking morning. He was up early thanks to his brother dragging him from bed. Breakfast followed, although he wasn’t sure he could keep it down with how his stomach kept clenching. A lot of people would be watching today, the thought making him even more anxious. After downing two cups of tea, he pulled on his tux.

            Leaving the room he had been given, he headed down to the car. It was about time he get to the church. Much to his chagrin, he had to wait while the rest of the events took place. Climbing from the car as it slid to a stop, he smiled and waved to the people cheering that had gathered outside. This was going to be his new life as a prince; continually being in the public eye with his soon-to-be wife and already princess.

            Hours passed as finally the guests started to arrive and take their seats. Peeking out, he could see that all the seats had been filled, including those for his family and the Royal Family. Pacing in the back room, he looked up as someone gave him his cue to enter. Taking a deep breath, he walked out to the altar, back turned. Staying quiet as the rest of the ceremony began, he could hear everyone stand as the music played and she walked down the aisle.

            Finally turning to see his bride, he grinned at how beautiful she was. Accepting her hand, they turned forward.

            “You look gorgeous,” he whispered.