29 Responses to “June’s Contest: The Big Fight”

1. Bettie Posted: May 30th, 2007 at 9:57 am

   1 A ULYSSES S. GRANT* GIFT CERTIFICATE Proof that I was a history major: When I saw “ULYSSES S. GRANT” my first thought was “Second Worst. President. Ever. What does that have to do with Gift Certificates?” That goes to show how many larger-denomination bills we Liberal Arts people see. I’m sorry, sir. I’m not allowed to accept anything larger than a twenty. Are you sure you wouldn’t like fries with your order?

2. shuzluva Posted: May 30th, 2007 at 10:59 am

   2 P.S. Awwwwwright. Giggitty-giggitty! You need to have *head motion* in there to really get the giggitty-giggitty! I can’t wait to read some of these fight scenes. I love being moved to tears when the MFEO couple just sits on that knife edge of tewtally losing it!

3. SweetNSourGirl Posted: May 30th, 2007 at 10:59 am

   3 It’s not brilliant, but it’s something. “How could you do this to me?” Elena screamed at Devon, throwing a satin slipper at his face. “You bailed out at the last second because you had ‘better things to do’!” “Well excuse me for needing to save the pandas instead of seeing your ballet recital. You act like you want global warming to get worse!” Devon threw his hands up. Elena stared at Devon. “I don’t believe in global warming.” “You don’t mean that,” he said. “I do! I also don’t believe that cheetahs are endangered. This is all a scam by tree-hugging hippies who want me to live up to my ears in owls instead of eating some damn cows.” “That’s so ignorant, I don’t even know where to begin, Elena,” Devon slapped his forehead and walked closer towards the door. “Besides, you don’t eat.” “Shut up, Devon. You always think you’re so much better than me! If it hadn’t-” Elena screamed at him, spewing saliva and old arguments in his face. “If you’d stop acting like a spoiled little princess, maybe I’d give a damn as to what you think!” Devon slammed the door behind him. “You broke my nose, you asshole!”

4. Ann(ie) Posted: May 30th, 2007 at 2:09 pm

   4 Here’s one of my favorite fight scenes, from page 118 of Grimspace. “Who else have I taken from you?” I probably wouldn’t have the nerve to ask if I could see his face. But looking at his broad back in the battered flight jacket, I can just manage it. “I know about Edaine. And Mair. I didn’t realize she was your mentor…that only makes it worse. But there’s someone else, isn’t there?” And it’s part of what he’s been trying to hide from me, each time we jack in. Part of the reason he wants to hate me. I hold my breath as we walk, ducking beneath low hanging vines and ferny fronds that clutch at my clothes as we pass by. The sounds seem louder around us, insects buzzing and chirping, a small symphony fusing with the slurp of ooze around our shoes. “I’m not having this conversation with you, Jax. Not now.” “Why not?” Second time he’s given me that answer, almost verbatim. At that, he turns to face me. “Because we’re in the middle of nowhere,” he tells me deliberately. “There’s nobody to see, nothing to stop me. And I’m just entertaining the possibility you don’t deserve killing.”

5. Shannon Posted: May 30th, 2007 at 3:26 pm

   5 I’m not sure if this qualifies as a fight, but heres what I got: She sat there, watching him as he tried to explain. Excuse after excuse fell from his lips, his expression shifting from indignant outrage to desperate pleading to that charming, wicked smile that always made her knees go weak. But mostly anger. She dropped her gaze, not wanting to stare into those deep brown eyes, knowing that if she kept looking she wouldn’t keep her resolve, wouldn’t be able to resist. She had to, this time. She couldn’t let him convince her otherwise. Not like before…not like the other times. Light sparkling off her diamond ring caught her eye, and with mild interest she shifted her hand, watching the rainbows play over the surface of the stone as his voice rose in intensity, the force of his anger nearly a tangible thing, pressing her back into her seat, making the bruises throb. Closing her eyes, she took a deep, shuddering breath, her fists clenching. Then she snapped her gaze up to his face, something in her expression stopping him mid sentence. “Andrew,” she whispered, voice shaky but somehow still strong. She leaned forward, pressing her palm to his chest, feeling the shift of muscle one last, making sure he could see her expression clearly. The sound of the ring hitting the floor was shocking in the sudden silence. “I hate you.”

6. Kaitlin Posted: May 30th, 2007 at 3:53 pm

   6 “I told you to stay put!” Chase turned to Adam, the gun wavering in her hand as she aimed it at him. “Stop!” Adam glared at her, his light blue eyes blazing in frustration. She could tell he wanted to take the gun from her & that certainty strengthened her resolve. She grasped the gun tighter, her finger brushing the trigger. “I want you to give me the gun, Chase.” “No!” Her finger pulled the trigger as he rushed her and she screamed as the bullet struck him in the chest. As he fell to the ground, she swore under her breath and tossed the gun aside. The man she loved sprawled at her feet, blood seeping out from under him. Now she’d really done it.

7. Kaitlin Posted: May 30th, 2007 at 3:54 pm

   7 Short, sweet & to the point. Nothing says bad argument like shooting your lover. LOL! Man, I’m sick & twisted or something. he-he.

8. Mooneva Posted: May 30th, 2007 at 9:39 pm

   8 (I’m over 25 words. Forgive me!) “How could you embarrass me like that?!” He wailed, slamming the apartment door behind him. I could practically hear the neighbors rolling their eyes and turning up whatever electronic device was in reach. Mrs. Bloom from 603 had her Saturday Night Fever soundtrack on repeat. “Me? Embarrass you? Why John, if anyone should be embarrassed here it should be me.” I turned to face him & crossed my arms over my chest & tried to belittle him with my gaze. I could already hear his whining before he even opened his godforsaken mouth. “You dragged me out of the room, by my ear! Like I was some sort of child.” “A child who had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Only this cookie was a 6ft supermodel from Switzerland.” Outstretched hands to the counter & already the matching mugs from Aunt Marie were flying. “Its part of my job, Ellen. I’m supposed to get these girls into contracts for the magazine; I had to do what I had to do.” “Grabbing her non-existent ass, is not in anyway, part of your job or part of YOUR contract.” The Beegee’s ‘Staying Alive’ was ironically the perfect song to be playing when the porcelain jar from Grandma collided with his face. Tim Tams & Ginger Snaps in the carpet. Great, just what I needed.

9. Samantha Posted: May 31st, 2007 at 1:27 am

   9 Here’s mine: “Anyone’ll do, you know. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. You were never really anything to me.” Her heart is tearing apart even as the words leave her lips, such a horrible mean lie, but she can’t stop it. She watches his face, knows he believes them, these horrible lies, and a small voice cries inside for him not to, but she continues. “I just needed - no, used you to get off. I’m a slut; I love sex. As long as it turns me on it doesn’t really matter who it is,” she finishes, her voice emphatic, but trembling as it rises uncontrollably. He lunges at her. “Shut up!” he screams softly in her face, grasping her arms and shaking, not realizing where his stop and hers start as a hot torrent of tears are streaming out of her eyes and her face is locked in a painful silent sob, teeth bared. He flings her away, sees himself cradling her in his mind, happily following her down inside her own destruction and setting up house there, before he swiftly walks away. He hopes she doesn’t start breathing before he’s out of earshot; he can’t stand to hear her cry.

10. Tumperkin Posted: May 31st, 2007 at 5:37 am

    10 Damn you, Bam. I can never resist these contests. — I don’t even know where this poison is coming from. Seeing Caroline was like taking an emetic and now the horrible, vile words are pouring out of me like vomit. “I don’t need you, Alex! Why don’t you just fucking go? Go back to perfect bloody Caroline for all I care.” I see it in his eyes before he even moves. Those last few words have actually tipped the balance. He turns and strides out of the room. After a dumbfounded second, I run after him. But he’s already in the bedroom, pulling his stuff out of the wardrobe and drawers, shoving it into his shabby rucksack. I freeze in the doorway. “God, Alex, I’m sorry! I’m such a bitch. Please, don’t leave!” He looks up and I try a pleading, broken-down smile, but his face is ice. He doesn’t say anything. He just hoists the rucksack onto his shoulder and pushes past me. He’s moving too quickly. I can’t believe it. He told me he loved me! Oh God, I feel like Scarlett O’Hara. Any minute now he’s going to tell me that frankly he doesn’t give a damn. He’s already out the front door and halfway down the garden path when I shout. “Alex, please don’t go. I love you!”

11. mee Posted: May 31st, 2007 at 10:15 am

    11 Decided to be brave and post one, cut it down but still past the 200w barrier: – – The party was in full swing. Grant glanced at Suzanne, she was lost in thought. Twirling her wine glass and watching the champagne bubbles burst. She’d been pensive all evening. Perhaps she’d guessed, despite his best efforts at secrecy. It was time. Now or never. Grant stood up calling for attention. Took a deep breath. ‘Suzanne, honey’ Suzanne finally drew her gaze from her glass, glanced around like a startled Deer. Looked nervous as she met the curious eyes around the room. He cleared his throat again. ‘Suzanne, I couldn’t have got this promotion without you.’ Expectant smiles. ‘Suzanne, you stole my heart on that very first night at the beach in Maui; when you danced past me in a swirl of red sarong, teasing me with your sexy smile’ Suzanne’s face was expressionless, no hint of encouragement. Grant gave a wide smile and dropped to one knee to the delight of all the romantics. Offered up the jewellers box. Holding it just right for the diamond inside to catch the light and sparkle. ’Marry me?’ Suzanne stood up. Took in his confident grin. Saw the encouraging looks from all his colleagues and friends. ‘No’ Their audience shifted and laughed. No-one taking that calm refusal serious. Grant widened his smile. ‘Grant. I’ve never been to Maui, you told me it was a business trip. I never wear red, it clashes with my hair’ She stepped away, turning at the last minute for the parting shot. Anger bringing roses to bloom on her cheeks and causing her eyes to dance. ‘And Grant. Suzanne is my effing sister, you …….’

12. Carrie Lofty Posted: May 31st, 2007 at 10:35 am

    12 Rucksack? Tumperkin = British And poop poop. I thought it was 400 words. Gotta go rethink.

13. Carrie Lofty Posted: May 31st, 2007 at 11:14 am

    13 A cruel dawn climbed into their shelter. Ancient grudges intruded, dragging them back to a feuding birthright. Onnika shuddered and pulled away. “Not again—not here. We promised!” “Will you listen?” The sun began its slow victory over night. Jorre found tears in her eyes, eyes like deep waters. “Please?” A little nod. “What we planned–we will sacrifice more than our lives. Our love will be lost too.” Fury built in his bones, rotting his peace. “Let me fight for you. For us.” A look of horror glazed her features. “And watch my father and brother murder you? Never.” “You hold me in so little esteem?” She flinched. “You dare ask that of me?” “Then tell me what I am to believe.” “Believe the truth, Jorre,” she said. “You are a good man who fights well. But you fight fairly. My father would have you slaughtered.” “And if we sail away?” “What port is ignorant of our families’ bad blood? What strangers would harbor us or forsake the bounty they offer?” Like dirt thrown over a coffin, her logic buried hope. When Jorre did not, could not respond, she cried in earnest–and opened the stolen bottle of poison.

14. Ann(ie) Posted: May 31st, 2007 at 1:08 pm

    14 Holy crap, Carrie, what project is that? You whore, you’ve been holding out on me. I wanna read that!! PS It was awesome.

15. Erin Posted: May 31st, 2007 at 6:58 pm

    15 Lurked a looong time, need distraction from shitatastic day. Here goes: _______________________________________________________ He took a step closer. “You’re angry, Mary Ellen.…” Mary Ellen stepped back.. Distance was required to keep the rage-waves rolling freely; if anything was going to bounce off anything, please God it was her knee-cap from his free-range wang. “I’m pretty used to every mammal in Manolos clinging to you like busty little koalas. But in Trinidad…” John sighed. It was a perfect sigh, full of long-suffering, tinged with patience, a soupcon of humor. “I’ve told you a million times – “ She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, a million times that you guys got lost. And a million times I bought that sorry-ass line, but this time. . . well — Adrianne. She’d thought she’d glory in seeing how suddenly he grew silent, sliced to the bone. She didn’t. “I’m not just leaving you because you cheat, John. Let someone else have you; I am strangely ok with that.” Liar. One last step forward, the better to sink my teeth into you, and oh, is it really over? “I’m leaving you because every time you come, you call me Melon. I am Mary goddamned Ellen, and the next time you want to screw a melon, you’re gonna have to buy a fucking cantaloupe.”

16. Tumperkin Posted: Jun 1st, 2007 at 2:30 am

    16 Carrie, I am indeed British. It’s awfully observant of you to have noticed. As I type, I am drinking a cup of tea and eating a biscuit (not cookie). I am looking out of the window to my garden (not yard). And in a moment, I think I am going to have to change my baby’s nappy (not diaper). Toodle pip! :)

17. Carrie Lofty Posted: Jun 1st, 2007 at 5:27 am

    17 ‘Wardrobe’ was also a hint. I don’t trust ‘bloody’ because we Yanks abscond that one all the time. For the record, my husband is, at present, having a lie-in and scheming on a Bakewell tart for breakfast. He’s my inside man for all things Brit.

18. Caitlin Posted: Jun 1st, 2007 at 12:08 pm

    18 200 on the nose, ma’am. Nothing says “I lurve you” quite like a stake in the ol’ ticker. — “Bitch.” Hugh spat the word and it landed like acid against Catherine’s heart. Eyes fully black, any humanity he’d kept after 200 years of un-death drowning, he circled her. “Hugh,” Catherine said. “Calm down. All I said was we may need to take some time, be apart.” “I left for you,” he said, and his accent had returned fully, rich tones of Jane Austen novels, the Ton, dancing the minuet. “For you, I left behind everything the Coven afforded me. For you, I risk my life by the day. I chose to be with a Death-Stalker, a human, and see how I am rewarded.” Human stung harder than bitch, but Hugh closed distance between them and Catherine forced herself into action. “Hugh…please don’t…” His snarl covered her voice. He lunged, teeth growing to bone-needles, and she struck with the silver strapped at her wrist, tears forming. Hugh didn’t ash. He just stilled, fell. Catherine sank next to him, hand on the silver in his mummified heart. Hugh stared up at her emptily, not dead but not her Hugh. Just a Coven vampire, again. “All I said was I needed time,” Catherine whispered. “Surely, Hugh…the one thing we have is time.”

19. Alyssa Posted: Jun 1st, 2007 at 1:22 pm

    19 “I can’t do this anymore,” Kurt nearly whispered. “What?” “I just can’t.” I myself had been wanting to end it, but I couldn’t. Why? Because Kurt was all I had. Having moved to Chicago, leaving my family behind, Kurt had become my family. How could he end what we had? “You’re scum, Kurt, but you treat me like scum.” I turned away from him. “I work under you at the bookstore. I follow your orders, and I don’t ask questions or dispute your authority. But here, in my apartment, I want the authority.” “Well you can’t have it.” Kurt’s lip was curled now, and it caused his nostrils to flare. “I will have the upper hand.” “You won’t!” I lunged at him and slapped him across the face. His brows furrowed and shadowed his eyes. Then he slapped me. We stood there, our hands balled into fists. “I won’t apologize for that,” he said, relaxing his hands. “You don’t have to. Because if there was any chance for us, you just squashed it.” “You can stay at the bookstore. I know you need the money.” “I don’t need anything from you.” I grabbed his keys from the coffee table and threw them at his chest. “Get out.”

20. danette Posted: Jun 2nd, 2007 at 10:54 am

    20 I’m a rookie at this but i thought I’d give it a try. _______________________________________________________________ “The role playing has gone too far.” Eve stared at his surprised look. “It was your idea in the first place.” “I know, but you broke into my house, when I heard the glass break I grabbed my gun and if I didn’t notice your eyes through the ski mask, I would have killed you.” Eve eyes teared up. “It was all for the thrills, we promised we’d keep our relationship fresh, I new you wouldn’t shoot me.” “That wasn’t the kind of fresh I was talking about. It was fun when you dressed up as a cop and brought hand cuffs, but breaking in when you had a key?” Colin took off the ski mask and pulled Eve into his arms to kiss her. She pushed him away and walked to the other side of the room. “It’s over Colin, I’m not changing my mind on this. Please leave.” “I thought you trusted me.” Colin headed for the door. “I did.”

21. Bettie Posted: Jun 3rd, 2007 at 2:12 pm

    21 Whew! 200 words exactly. “Bastard!” He caught her wrist before her palm connected with his stubbled cheek. His big hand squeezed her delicate bones while his finger pressed against the place where her pulse hammered hard beneath her skin. “You called me a snake the night we met,” he growled. She shivered at the memory of his wicked white smile by moonlight. She had called him the Prince of Lies and he’d laughed before he kissed her. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Did you think my scales would change to skin if you spread your legs for me?” “I thought you loved me.” His full lips stretched into a cruel smirk. “You’ve read too many fairytales, Rosalind. The beast doesn’t always turn into a prince when the beauty kisses him. Sometimes the beauty grows teeth and claws. Creatures like us do not love.” “I’m not like you!” She lashed at him with her free hand, faster this time and with more force. Her nails scored a set of bloody scratches along his cheek. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips. “Your claws are coming along quite nicely, my dear.” She closed her eyes. He licked his blood from her fingertips.

22. AnimeJune Posted: Jun 4th, 2007 at 3:06 pm

    22 Here’s mine - exactly 200 words: Phil didn’t shout or rant, he simply turned on his heel, as smoothly quiet as a dancer, and started down the hallway. “Phil, c’mon!” Bev said, jogging to catch up. “I was going to tell her.” “But you didn’t.” “Phil…” “She’s your sister,” Phil said, his sing-song accent veering off-key. “You e-mail her every day. ‘I’ve bought new shoes, Carol.’ ‘I’ve trimmed my hedges, Carol.’ Would a ‘By the way, Carol, I’m dating an elf’ have been so hard?” “An Elvish person,” Bev muttered. “Excuse me?” He felt his ears beginning to twitch, and suppressed that instinct. “Since when have we been PC? I’m an elf, my parents are elves, most of my best friends are elves. Do you ever see me complaining about how unfairly vertically advantaged you are?” “What?” “You are a giraffe!” Phil exploded. “In my world, you are a ceiling-denting, chicken-legged giantess! And the only reason you haven’t sent my mother into hysterics is because I told her I was dating a human, because I wasn’t ashamed to be seen with a woman who passes the six-foot mark!” “Phil!” “That’s Philiandriel of Alfasgard to you,” he said, brushing past her, “as long as we’re being PC.”

23. BernardL Posted: Jun 4th, 2007 at 3:14 pm

    23 “Pete, over here,” Jill called out, with a wave from across the small plaza. The young man hurried across the crowded thoroughfare, taking Jill’s hand in his. “I want you to marry me,” Pete blurted out immediately. “I…” Jill’s heart raced. Her suddenly constricted throat shut off any reply momentarily. She avoided Pete’s dark brown eyes, furious she was about to cry. Jill shook her head, clearing her thoughts, and gaining control over the tears threatening to spill out. “I can’t marry you after what you said… I can’t.” “I’m sorry for what I said,” Pete responded. “I can’t stand your Mom. I wouldn’t put it past the witch to switch your birth control pills with aspirin.” “Oh, now my Mom’s a witch!” Jill retorted, pulling away; but Pete hung on gamely, aware of the curious looks they were getting. “I can’t believe… I agreed to meet you. Everything’s a trap or a conspiracy.” “It was a trap,” Pete persisted honestly. “You said as much on the phone. I’m not here to talk about your Mom. The thought of losing you and our child is ripping me apart. “Oh, Pete!” Jill sobbed, allowing Pete to enfold her in his arms.

24. Richelle Mead Posted: Jun 5th, 2007 at 12:36 am

    24 HOLY CRAP! 199. I made it under 200. As an added bonus, this has more name dropping than a J.R. Ward novel. ———————————————— The hardback edition of Undead and Uneasy sailed past Cynthia, hitting the wall with a thwack. “Damn it, woman!” Victor yelled. He pulled the latest Vicki Pettersson novel off the shelf. “What’s it take to make you understand?” “I’d understand if you were actually making sense,” she hissed. “But paranormal romance does not have to have an HEA!” “Of course it does, you insufferable wench! Otherwise it’s urban fantasy!” He hurled the book and missed. “Didn’t you read DearAuthor?” “It’s the tone! Paranormal romance isn’t as dark.” “It’s the HEA! Plus, urban fantasy has less sex. And shorter scenes.” “Well,” she sneered, “you’d know all about short sex scenes.” “You bitch.” He grabbed another book. She gasped. “No! You’re not throwing my signed Succubus Blues!” He laughed. The book flew. “I hate you!” she yelled. “More than Rhage hates celibacy!” “You’re beautiful when you’re angry.” “Shut up!” “In fact…” He came closer. “Even though you’re a bull-headed harlot who doesn’t understand genres, I still want you. Like Rachel wants Ivy.” “That…that’s so hot…” Cynthia lowered her gaze demurely as he approached. Just as he reached for her, she rendered him unconscious with Mistral’s Kiss. She smirked. “HEA that, bitch.”

25. Angela Posted: Jun 5th, 2007 at 2:21 am

    25 Tap. Tap. Tap. Eye ticks in time with his fingers against the desk. Rain patters neatly outside the window and I am stuck inside with HIM. Him meaning my ex-boy, Andre Harris. Oh yes, that Andre–first-kiss, first-fuck Andre who took my panties in 11th grade and pinned them to his locker. Bite my tongue against saying anything to him as I sort his things from mine. “Yours.” I say and toss a cd in his general direction. “It’s not” “Is to.” I finally look at him. A look of pissy stupidity crosses his face and he picks up the cd with fingertips. Britney Spears Greatest Hits. “As if I would ever listen to this tripe. It’s yours.” He looks affronted. “Well it isn’t mine.” I say, teeth grit. “Oh.” He looks guilty. “Matilda’s.” Am proud of my icy tone despite the rage boiling inside me. “Maybe.” “You brought her here?” Am feeling hysterical. “In my bed?” A swift cut of his glance to the open bedroom door. “Once. But we’re broken up so what does it matter?” Rage boils. The empty space on my left ring finger is proof that it matters. Suddenly deflated. “It doesn’t matter. Pack up and leave.” “But what of my things?” He appears dumbfounded, anxiously grabbing items in his vicinity. “Get out.” I rise, finger trembling as I point to the door. “Sweetheart–” “Leave.” “Darling–” He yelps, stumbles backwards with my push. “Melanie!” “Leave, leave, leave!” Voice cracks, not good for icy show I wanted. Finally he takes hint, shooting dark enigmatic look at me before slinking out the door. Lean against door. Hate myself for wanting him.

26. Kelly Schaub Posted: Jun 5th, 2007 at 7:52 am

    26 Sated on fish, they each cracked open a second beer. Katheryn smiled, her words blurry. “How can you be the same guy who denigrated the retarded kids?” “Denigrated?” “You used to pretend to be buddies then laugh over their heads. It was disgusting.” Todd shook his head, his gut tight. “I volunteered with special ed.” Katheryn stared as though his skin had turned striped. “I saw you laughing with your friends lots of times.” The beer soured as his face heated. “I was fifteen, Kath.” “Character is across life. Stupid youth is no excuse.” His temper whipped, to lacerate. “Stupid like changing your name to run from high school? Let’s talk about living life as one long philosophy, Mickey.” Nostrils flaring, she straightened, her face twisted unattractively. “I knew your mean streak couldn’t hide forever. Pity me for forgetting who you are.” “Sure. Arrogance is worth pity.” He stood and jerked the nest from the hammock. “Where are you going?” “Fishing.” “Overnight?” “Yes.” He pulled on the backpack, snatched his pole, net and hat. “You might want to get all the facts before judging someone, Katheryn. My brother is autistic.” He stormed down the path to the beach.

27. Nathan Posted: Jun 5th, 2007 at 2:08 pm

    27 Not counting the title, 199 words. “Beautiful Dreamer” By Nathan — They were lying on the hill, looking up at the blue sky when she asked the question. “If you wanted any job in the world, what would you want to be?” He sighed. He should’ve known that she was going to ask sooner or later… “I would want to save the world.” She slapped his stomach. “Come on, be serious.” “ I am serious. I want to be the one to reverse the greenhouse effect, to be the one who creates sludge-eating bacteria. There’s nothing wrong in that.” She sat up, looked at him. “But you’re a lit writing major.” He shrugged. “So? I’d sell a few books, get a financial foundation going, present ideas to researchers, and start the company. It’d turn out okay in the end.” It felt like acid was burning through his stomach while he talked, but it was the truth, no matter how foolish it sounded. She looked at him for what seemed to be an eternity, and then she chuckled long and low. “You’re a beautiful dreamer,” she told him, pecking him lightly on the mouth. “Beautiful, but just a dreamer.” Then she got up, walked away, and he never saw her again.

28. danette Posted: Jun 5th, 2007 at 2:36 pm

    28 Richelle, That was hella funny. Bam you got to put some of those icons on here,I needed the guy who LHAO.*g* Hugs, Danette

29. Kaitlin Posted: Jun 5th, 2007 at 3:54 pm

    29 You don’t say anything about one entry per person & this one just came to me. Enjoy! LOL! Tabitha threw her giant bouquet of baby roses at her soon-to-be-ex-husband. Jack caught the bouquet and dropped it on the ground grinding it under his black dress shoe. “This is supposed to be a happy day for us. You’re standing there stewing in day-old beer and I’m standing here in my gorgeous dress. You’re supposed to be sober and think I’m beautiful.” Jack snorted and rolled his eyes. “Why would I think you look beautiful? You look ridiculous! You shouldn’t be wearing white anyway.” Tabitha turned away, not wanting her new husband to see her cry. Screw him! She lifted her skirts and stomped out of the vestibule to the waiting limo. Once she got inside, she told the driver to gun it. As the limo squealed away, she glanced out the window and saw Jack standing there, his hands on his hips. She flipped him the bird and stuck out her tongue. She laughed and sat back in her seat. She was going on the honeymoon without him.