Random Writing

Do you ever have the urge to just write so you pull up a Microsoft document, but never finish what you started and it never sees the light of day again? If so, you aren't the only one. I have a million "random writing" or "writing" documents skulking around on my computer. I guess it's time to set them free. Here goes, document numero uno.

Have you ever watched a movie or read a book and just felt that tug, the vital need for that relationship, that romance, that cheesy cuteness? That feeling that leaves you giddy for the rest of the day, singing and dancing around like a young lover? Watching a love story unfold is the most heart wrenching, stomach twisting, beautifully enjoyable thing that I think I have ever felt.
 The feeling of overwhelming certainty that those people, that man and woman, are meant to be together, and that if they don’t end up with each other you might die a little bit inside. You feel as if you’re a part of that journey, and that somehow through it all, in this one love story out of many, a part of your longing put to rest, a part of you, fulfilled.

(Book idea time!) 

Taking a deep breath, Emily made her way to the ornate wooden doors leading into the chapel, only to find her mother in tears and her father attempting to calm her down with a face crimson with fury . Confused, she looked toward the altar, searching for Brad. He wasn’t there. She felt the eyes of her friends and family boring into her, full of pity. With a sudden pang, Emily realized what had happened, and rushed back to her dressing room, futilely fighting back the onslaught of tears.

Brad hadn’t come to the wedding. Emily sat alone in her dressing room trying to figure out what could have possibly gone wrong. Pools of white tulle and satin encompassed her where she sat on the floor in front of the beautiful full length mirror that earlier had resonated with happiness, but now cruelly mocked her.

(After showing a friend this and answering some pointed questions, hey mocked my character as selfish and unrealistic, so I wrote the following sentences).

She lived the rest of her life attempting to climb her way out of the debt that resulted from her extravagant wedding, and became an old maid; never finding love because she was too lazy and dressed like a hobo. The end.

(Here was my angry rant against those "practical" people.) 

Maybe it’ll work itself out. Maybe I’ll be rescued by a Prince Charming, who’ll sweep me off my feet and we’ll ride away into the sunset. Maybe I’ll never have to worry about anything ever again. But that’s not how life works. Emily knew that, but who really wants to know that? Why do people give up dreams and fairy tales, embracing practicality and “reality”? We can’t enjoy life when all we think about is sensibleness. You shouldn’t just endure life, you should enjoy it. It’s not just about getting through the storm, it’s about dancing in the rain. What happened to spontaneity?

That's my random writing document post for today. Hope you enjoyed it. 
 
~La vie est belle, Bri~