The Last Dance..."Darling..." The groom said, standing there at the alter, "This is how I always knew it would be, always saw it would be, in my daydreams, from the moment we embraced, I saw this day, I knew it would come."The groom waited and listened to the wedding music, watching his beautiful bride walk down the aisle. Everyone saw the happiness on both of their faces, everyone knew this is how it would turn out, high school sweethearts, they knew that these two were meant to be together. The piano played and the bride walked up the stairs to the alter."I knew it would be like this, didn't I tell you, through thick and thin, remember?" The groom shot a wink."I remember," said the bride, standing across from the groom.The bond of the two had intertwined in that holy place, they were to spend a lifetime, no, forever, together. It was their dream to end up together, to end up in each-other's arms every night. They imagined this moment from the beginning of their relationship, though young, a boy w
Poor Orville...Warning: This is a story of madness and shouldn't be released for a normal man to read, this story is completely fictional and should not be taken into seriousness in anyway, just a work of insomnia.He lies on the floor, a glint in his eyes, tears fall from his eyes, before him stands his killer, bringing death upon him. Blood spills from his wounds and leaves stains on the floor, just a boy now, crying for his mother. Orville, he looks up to his killer, a tall man, all white suite, bloodstains, a gun in his hands, shaking with enjoyment. His killer, standing down, staring at him with the grin of the devil, watching the pain in the eyes of Orville, laughing, a madman. What had happened before this? Why was this man so evil? Why Orville? None of this makes sense, Orville did nothing to deserve his punishment, just an office worker, working to put food on the table, and what was this madman's purpose? What had Orville done to anger him so? The murderer stood before him, still
Alone...The smoke rose from the cigarette and into his nostriles. That sweet, soft smell, none forgotten. He then flicked it into the night, illuminated. He slowly walked into the bar and sat on a stool by the counter, his coat ruffled down from the seat to the floor, and slowly began to light himself another cigarette. He struck his match and proceeded to gently light the tip of his addiction. He smiled and ordered a drink."That's a good choice sir," the bartender replied to his request, "but you should really stop smoking, those things will kill you someday."The man grinned and let out a little laugher."I been through worse," he said.The bartender wiped the glass and began to pour some ale for the man. He filled it and put it on the counter before the man's eyes. The stranger pulled the cigarette from his lips and sipped the ale given to him. He placed the glass back down and put his cigarette back into his mouth. He leaned back and stretched himself. He remembered what had happened in h
What I Want...I love you,And what I want,What I always want,Is for you to be happy,For you to be great,For us to be spectacular.For the both of us to soar high,To be happy and never be brought down again,That is what I want,Can we have that?Can we live that way?I love you,What I want,Is your happiness,And your greatness,That is what I want...