The beginning of a story.

Nick

Nick stood with both hands by his side as he watch the white trail of the wedding dress disappear. His face was frozen in disbelieve as he stood at the alter in his black suit. The crowd of loved and dear ones let whispers of shock out along the neatly laid rows.  No one wore a smile. No one understood. No one left where they were sitting.

Lily

Lily clutched her hands to her ears as a tear trickled down her cheek and onto her elbow. The tear left a shimmering trail as it travelled further down her arm. She opened her mouth and began to pant with disbelief. She let out one high pitched scream and broke into sobs that formed a regular pattern. Her shoulders lifted and dropped as each heartbreaking breath was made. 

She looked up at the sky, it blurred with her watery eyes. She took her hands down from her ears and with one boney finger she brushed a tear that was beginning to break free from her glistening eyes. She sniffed a tiny and went silent. There was a cool breeze that made a low rustling noise and you could hear the faint sound of a busy road not too far away. She stood there still and after a moment or two she sneezed. She sniffed another two times and sat down. Putting her beautiful clean white wedding dress straight into a rain puddle of thick, brown, dusty mud. The dress turned a murky grey-brown colour and immediately was dampened. The white silk was ruined.

Lily took two fingers from her right hand and smoothed the wet dress into the earthy mud. Silent tears ran down her rosy cheeks. Her lips were red and her eyes glistened. She truly was stunning when she cried.

Her waterproof makeup was still perfectly applied. And her tiny figure, although depressed, was slouched in perfect posture.

Nick

Nick listened to the crowd disperse without saying a word. He stood in the same position with his arms down still staring at the door in the exact spot where his bride had ran out on him. To everyone around him it were as if he had died inside. As if he wasn't even breathing. He was as still as a frozen ice sculpture. And his expression was as cold as one too. Lily's father stood shocked a few spaces away but other than him, the room was now empty. Lily's father scratched his head in thought and began to pace in small circles sighing to himself. He shot a glance at Nick who hadn't moved an inch. Then he returned his eyes to the ground and began to pace again.

Lily

Lily calmed down and her tears became silent. With one of her thin fingers she tucked loose bits of hair behind her ear. She the removed her vail and laid it into the puddle that she sat in. She watched it soak for a few seconds then lost interest and began creating ripples in the water by dragging her finger around in a circle in the muddy puddle. After a few moments and after some thoughts were cleared up the tears stopped running down her face and she started to gaze into the nothingness of the forrest trees. She picked herself up and stood wearily for a moment. Then she used both her hands and gathered up her dress. She took off her garter and with it she bunched up the soaking wet patches and tied them to one side. She rubbed the last of the tears out of her eyes and could just about made out the outline of the church. Her eyes welled up again. She turned to face forwards and walked towards the church. Surely everyone must have left already.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.

Don't Take Drugs

I am building up to something. Something big. 

Not just something big... it was the most magnificent thing that could have ever walked the planet.

It is to be better than when Isaac Newton got hit on the head with an apple. It is to be better than the time James Lind discovered the cure for scurvy. It is to be better than the first man on the moon. 

I am going to fly.

I can feel it running through my veins. The sheer thrill and excitement hits the very ends of my toes and is buzzing through my whole body right through to my finger tips. My eyes are wide and full of energy. My smile is stretched across my face. I feel like the Joker. I have no plan, no plan. Just faith in myself.

I'm not a killer. I am about to be an achiever. I am about to be the greatest thing that ever walked here on Earth. 

I was a normal human until today. I was one of you... but you'll see. You'll all see. I'm going to be better. I'm one of a kind. I can do things you'll never do. And you'll be jealous. Jealous of me.

My breath is thick with anticipation and my legs were eager. I licked the flesh of my lips and shone my flashy white teeth through a smile of delight.

I'm building up to it, something great. I see it closer. It's more real. 

More real than ever before.

I am going to fly.

I am going to fly like a bird. I am going to soar through the air with my broad chin facing the warming sun and my arms stretched out as if they were beautiful wings. Wings made of feathers and petals. So delicately sewn together that they could have only been done by the tiny hands of small fireflies.  I am going to let the wind blow me in certain directions as you all look up in astonishment. You faces carved with amazement. I will fly! I will fly!

I'm going to do it soon. I'm going to fly. You're going to watch.

This day I've evolved and I will fly. This day you will remember. This day, you'll watch in awe. This day will be in your calendar for centuries. This day is my day.

Get ready for it, I know I am. I can do this. I will do this.

I'm on the top of this building. It's a wonderful building. A tall one. In the center, where everyone can see it. It over looks a park. So much green can be seen from up here. Like an oil panting on a white canvas. So detailed that I can see every tiny bench and small flower. But mixed into a blur as each gust of wind rustles past and my eye sight becomes wary. I can see roads and smaller buildings. Houses and cars. I can see lives buzzing around. People running forwards and backwards. Tiny black dots running from building to building. Each person thinks they are of importance. Each person has a worry.

Everything is at a distance. Everything is in another world. 

I can fly.

I can fly.

I will fly.

I'm taking slow light steps forwards to the edge of the building. My toes are curling over the edge and the wind is blowing across making them cold. My eyes are wide. My sense of smell is strong. And my spirit is free.

I can fly.

I can fly.

I know I can fly...

One more step and I'm off...

I feel the air rush past me. I've burst into the sky. I'm free. I'm part of the world. I'm part of the sky. I look down. The dots are bigger this time and they're pointing at me! Everyone is looking at me! I'm the center of attention, I'm the star of the show, I'm the eagle in the sky. They're all looking, they'll all remember. I'm part of the sky, and they're not.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.

Rain

There is no dullness to a single rain drop.

That will fall through the trees.

Leaving glistening trails as it rolls along a leave.

There is no beauty to the sunshine, unless a rainy day is near.

Without a cloud, a rain drop will not fall.

A tree will not grow.

A new life will not begin.

Does a rain drop share the same emotion as a tear?

Does it dance around the heart with the feeling of joy or sorrow?

You don't remember a rain drop the same way you remember a tear.

There is no tomorrow, without a rain drop.

There is no today, without a tear.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.