HEAR YE! HEAR YE!
Come one, come all to the event of the century!
has met her fairy king and is getting married!!!
The excitement and tension has been building for months complete with
teaser tweets of the dress,
surveys of adorable hairdos,
a Pinterest board filled to the brim with wonderment,
and running zombies(?).
Annnnnnd like all good minions
it is time for her faithful legion
to throw her a bridal shower!
What's a bunch of writers suppose to do?
Well, write. Duh.
A few brave souls (*hugs Laura, Miranda, & Rebekah*)
have offered to host the Dark Fairy Queen Writerly Bridal Shower!
You can find all the rules & deets by click-ity-clicking here.
The following is my very humble offering.
I must admit, I did not use the Pinterest board for inspiration,
but I did use Anna and channeled alllll the whimsy I could muster.
and running zombies(?).
Annnnnnd like all good minions
it is time for her faithful legion
to throw her a bridal shower!
What's a bunch of writers suppose to do?
Well, write. Duh.
A few brave souls (*hugs Laura, Miranda, & Rebekah*)
have offered to host the Dark Fairy Queen Writerly Bridal Shower!
You can find all the rules & deets by click-ity-clicking here.
The following is my very humble offering.
I must admit, I did not use the Pinterest board for inspiration,
but I did use Anna and channeled alllll the whimsy I could muster.
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Title: A Moment Under The Moon*
Author: Ang Writes
E-book: Yes
Word Count: 699 (BOOM!)
website: http://www.angwrites.com/
Tweeter handle: @ang_writes
Word Count: 699 (BOOM!)
website: http://www.angwrites.com/
Tweeter handle: @ang_writes
Toast: Michael & Anna, I wish you a lifetime together filled with laughter to get you through the sorrow, cookies for every rainy day, and love, the world's most powerful of magics. Congrats!
A Moment Under The Moon
Briana’s frantic gaze scanned the forest. Her toes curled into the grass as she breathed in the crisp air.
Her head swung toward the house behind her. When her fiance, Daniel, turned onto the unpaved road leading toward his childhood home, she’d believed he’d driven into a fairy tale. Lilacs lined the lane. Tree limbs stretched out toward her in greeting. Briana had stuck her face out the window. The sun beat down on it. Her laughter soared toward the sky. Daniel’s hand slipped into hers and she’d sighed.
Now, by the light of the moon, the fairy tale shifted into a nightmare. The trees grasped at her, their intent sinister. The sweet scent of lilacs overwhelmed her, causing her stomach to churn.
From deep within the forest a voice called to her—chilled her soul. She’d awoken to a whisper in her ear, cajoling her to get out of bed, to forget her shoes, her sanity, and run head long into the night. It beckoned to her, promised her mysterious things.
Her feet itched, while her addled thoughts rebelled. Try as she might, the desire to move became irresistible. Her mud-caked foot took a hesitant step toward the forest. Just one more step and she’d be swallowed whole. She shuddered and her foot lifted.
“Briana! Stop!”
Briana froze. She turned in place and watched Daniel running full-tilt toward her. He halted in front of her and yanked her to his side. He examined the forest, his face made of stone. The roughness of his grip and the intensity of his expression shocked Briana.
“What’s gotten into you, Daniel? You’re hurting me.”
“What’s gotten into me? I think the better question is, why are your feet bare?” he asked eyes on the forest.
“They are?” she asked looking down at her feet. “Huh. They are.”
“And why have you fled the house? Have you decided to leave me stranded at the altar?”
“What if I had?” she asked. The full force of his dark chocolate eyes landed on her, melting her insides.
“You think it would be that easy to jilt me, Miss. Kelly?”
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she shrugged.
“Marry me,” he said.
“I already said yes.”
“No. Now.”
“What? How? We don’t have a preacher or witnesses.”
“The stars will be our witnesses, the moon our preacher.”
“What about a ring?”
Daniel leaned down and plucked a daffodil from the ground, looping it into a circle.
“Any other reasons?” he asked.
“Look at me. My hair is a mess. My feet are caked in mud. And I’m pretty sure there is drool on my chin.”
Daniel brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. A thrill raced along Briana’s spine.
“You’re beautiful, Briana Kelly, more radiant than the moon and the stars, softer and finer than a petal. I have never loved a person the way I love you. Have never wanted someone the way I want you. I long to spend my life with you, have babies with you, grow old with you, and in death, lay beside you. Please, marry me, here and now, be mine.”
Briana blinked back tears. Daniel took her left hand in his, pulling her closer to him.
“Say you’ll be mine,” he said.
“I’m yours. And you are mine.”
“For all time,” he said and kissed her as he slipped the flower onto her finger.
A screech filled the night, a whipping of the wind that slammed into Briana’s back.
“What was that?” she asked against his lips.
“An old friend.”
Briana pulled away from him, her gaze questioning.
“Come on, Mrs. McConnell. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.”
He lifted her into his arms and pulled her tight against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
“One day.”
“But not today.”
“No. Not today.”
Daniel turned toward the house. Briana glanced down at the ring on her finger, now silvery in the moonlight, no longer made of steams and leaves, but pure gold.
“Daniel, the ring! But how?”
“One day I’ll explain, my fairy queen. One day.”
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*Title credit goes to The Fiction Vixen, Rosalind Smith-Nazilli. Without her help, this fic would have been dubbed: Yup.
A Moment Under The Moon
Briana’s frantic gaze scanned the forest. Her toes curled into the grass as she breathed in the crisp air.
Her head swung toward the house behind her. When her fiance, Daniel, turned onto the unpaved road leading toward his childhood home, she’d believed he’d driven into a fairy tale. Lilacs lined the lane. Tree limbs stretched out toward her in greeting. Briana had stuck her face out the window. The sun beat down on it. Her laughter soared toward the sky. Daniel’s hand slipped into hers and she’d sighed.
Now, by the light of the moon, the fairy tale shifted into a nightmare. The trees grasped at her, their intent sinister. The sweet scent of lilacs overwhelmed her, causing her stomach to churn.
From deep within the forest a voice called to her—chilled her soul. She’d awoken to a whisper in her ear, cajoling her to get out of bed, to forget her shoes, her sanity, and run head long into the night. It beckoned to her, promised her mysterious things.
Her feet itched, while her addled thoughts rebelled. Try as she might, the desire to move became irresistible. Her mud-caked foot took a hesitant step toward the forest. Just one more step and she’d be swallowed whole. She shuddered and her foot lifted.
“Briana! Stop!”
Briana froze. She turned in place and watched Daniel running full-tilt toward her. He halted in front of her and yanked her to his side. He examined the forest, his face made of stone. The roughness of his grip and the intensity of his expression shocked Briana.
“What’s gotten into you, Daniel? You’re hurting me.”
“What’s gotten into me? I think the better question is, why are your feet bare?” he asked eyes on the forest.
“They are?” she asked looking down at her feet. “Huh. They are.”
“And why have you fled the house? Have you decided to leave me stranded at the altar?”
“What if I had?” she asked. The full force of his dark chocolate eyes landed on her, melting her insides.
“You think it would be that easy to jilt me, Miss. Kelly?”
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she shrugged.
“Marry me,” he said.
“I already said yes.”
“No. Now.”
“What? How? We don’t have a preacher or witnesses.”
“The stars will be our witnesses, the moon our preacher.”
“What about a ring?”
Daniel leaned down and plucked a daffodil from the ground, looping it into a circle.
“Any other reasons?” he asked.
“Look at me. My hair is a mess. My feet are caked in mud. And I’m pretty sure there is drool on my chin.”
Daniel brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. A thrill raced along Briana’s spine.
“You’re beautiful, Briana Kelly, more radiant than the moon and the stars, softer and finer than a petal. I have never loved a person the way I love you. Have never wanted someone the way I want you. I long to spend my life with you, have babies with you, grow old with you, and in death, lay beside you. Please, marry me, here and now, be mine.”
Briana blinked back tears. Daniel took her left hand in his, pulling her closer to him.
“Say you’ll be mine,” he said.
“I’m yours. And you are mine.”
“For all time,” he said and kissed her as he slipped the flower onto her finger.
A screech filled the night, a whipping of the wind that slammed into Briana’s back.
“What was that?” she asked against his lips.
“An old friend.”
Briana pulled away from him, her gaze questioning.
“Come on, Mrs. McConnell. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.”
He lifted her into his arms and pulled her tight against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
“One day.”
“But not today.”
“No. Not today.”
Daniel turned toward the house. Briana glanced down at the ring on her finger, now silvery in the moonlight, no longer made of steams and leaves, but pure gold.
“Daniel, the ring! But how?”
“One day I’ll explain, my fairy queen. One day.”
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*Title credit goes to The Fiction Vixen, Rosalind Smith-Nazilli. Without her help, this fic would have been dubbed: Yup.
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