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Center your story around two people who meet at a wedding.

Posted in Character on Aug 16, 2024

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Men on the Moon

Winner of Contest #264 🏆

Nobody at NASA gave a goddamn about the weather in Jersey. This fact, as true and as simple as it was, had not stopped my Aunt Rosie from pacing around the parlor all morning and pressing her face to the front window in search of thunderstorms. My mother had yelled at her for smearing rouge on the glass, and she, of course, had yelled right back. And soon, everybody was yelling. It was the day of my brother Eddie’s wedding, the day of the moon landing, and rain meant a lot of things. It meant a shower of good fortune, pouring out from G...

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Cracked Glass and the Scene Maker

Submitted to Contest #264

Dear Lord, there's the nod. Be confident. Be cool. No tears! Abby suggested I get everyone's attention by tapping the glass with a spoon. She said, "The glass clinking gets me every time." So, of course, I agreed to clink. It never crossed my mind to practice. How complicated could it possibly be? I stood and nodded back to the wedding organizer. I grabbed the spoon and swung. My shaking hand careened out of control, and instead of a tap, I hit the glass so hard it cracked. But that's not all. No, no. I hit it again, which extended the crack...

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Charlotte, meet Charlotte.

Submitted to Contest #264

I snuck in at the back. It was a feeble move for sure, but the only option I could stomach in the wake of Megan remarrying.I knew I could hide in amongst the long-lost relatives and random neighbours milling around the venue, but it didn’t change what today was; one big opportunity to rub salt in a wound that had been open for far too long. I wanted to ruin something. I wanted her to know I’d not forgiven her, that I’d held onto the hurt for the fifteen plus years we’d been apart, even if she hadn’t. I practiced scowling, in the hope th...

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Whisky, Weddings, and Ruins

Shortlisted for Contest #264 ⭐️

Not even the beauty of the Scottish landscape could lighten Brendan’s melancholy. He leaned on the parapet atop an ancient castle with his arms crossed under his chin and his back hunched. His heavy brow knotted in a gloomy expression as he squinted at the scenery.He found no solace in the symmetry of the rolling hills, no harmony in the sound of the rustling branches of the trees, or any beauty in the soft evening light. The fragrant breeze caressing his cheeks was lost on him.It should have been a perfect day. The wedding ceremony should h...

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Wedded Bliss Or Blues?

Submitted to Contest #264

"Jack and Coke.” He leaned towards the bartender, shouting above the poor rendition of Elvis swooning to the crowd. “Make that two,” I raised my fingers in a mock peace sign which seemed easier than trying to be heard over the crowd of well wishers. “Don’t you just love weddings?” The Jack and Coke stranger smiled at me while he relaxed against the bar. “No, not particularly. I avoid them at all costs, but this one was mandatory, unfortunately.” “Not a big believer in love?” “That’s not it at all. It’s all the schmoozy o...

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You're My Rock

Submitted to Contest #264

The bride and groom danced their first dance together, the room dark, the spotlight on them.Imogen Carlson tried and failed to grit her teeth. God, nothing was simple these days, not even the simple acts of jealousy and resentment. How cruel this dance was to parade their beautiful normalcy for everyone to see. She glared.Her mother leaned over – but not too close, gosh no – and whispered into her ear. ‘Do try to smile, dear. You’re positively green with envy. It is your cousin’s wedding after all, couldn’t you try to look happy for her? And...

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Wedding Meetcute

Submitted to Contest #264

Victor looked out over the quietly waiting crowd, stole a glance at the bride, then looked back down at his feet. He didn't much care for weddings, he never had. They were chock full of unwritten rules, littered with faux pas landmines, and weighed down over the centuries with enough customs and unnecessary pomp to rival a coronation."So what's your name?" the woman next to him whispered. The officiating priest had started talking, but Victor could hardly pay any attention to the old man's droning. He glanced at the woman speaking to him and...

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The Age Gap

Submitted to Contest #264

***Contains a single reference to racial prejudice***There was a great deal of talk when April and Simon got together, and more when aged just seventeen, she moved in with her forty-six-year-old lover and announced their plans to marry. ‘Whatever next?’ her friends would shake their heads and speculate but frequently descend into giggles when Belinda, who was easily the most vocal amongst them, would, in the midst of what had started out as (and ought to have remained) a concerned discussion regarding these new and outrageous developments, a...

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The Wedding Surprise

Submitted to Contest #264

Alisha stood looking back at the mirror, her hands on her hips while the bride's mother tried not to stick pins in her. The long pale blue bridesmaid dress was not designed for her, but last night’s phone call changed that. She boarded the flight to witness the marriage of her lifelong school friend and then came the phone call in the taxi. One of the bridesmaids had fallen ill and couldn’t make the wedding. Luckily for the bride, I was slightly thinner than the maid the dress was designed for. She stood still watchi...

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Crossroads

Submitted to Contest #264

Wedding bells chimed, and flowers were thrown. She tore a leaf apart, bit by bit, piece by piece. When that was done, she gazed around   the bushes, her eyes drawn to a bush smaller than the others. “Why was it smaller?” she wondered. She directed her eyes to the clouds and studied their texture. Someone nudged her, “The officiant is about to speak.”  "Do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony…” Her eyes were drawn to a rustle, a little bird hopped out from the bushes and she found herself admiring its ...

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I Fucking Hate Parties

Submitted to Contest #264

Friday evening, straight from work, in two minds about the party. The tube train was approaching Richmond, south of the river, where I expected to find promenading gangs of boozy Henrys in blazers and straw boaters. Three-Men-in-a-Boat land. I hated the idea of the place.‘I say, old chap, which regiment?” I thought it must be some kind of joke, but the stooping man. slightly older than me, was a genuine toff. He was accompanied by a beautiful woman with a ski-jump perm.  They were wearing matching Barbour jackets and faded des...

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The Dance of Deceit

Submitted to Contest #264

Luca knew the groom’s youngest brother would be the easiest to target. He had spilled the details easily once he was wasted. He'd heard the raucous bachelor party, taken note of the expensive watches and they were on his radar. All he did was palm a fancy bottle of champagne from one table, and offer it to the bachelor party “on the house." A couple hours later, and a secret tip to the bartender to pour heavy handed, he had everything he needed.Two days later he was dining at a wedding in a lavish resort in Utah. His dry cleaned tuxedo helpe...

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How did you meet Mom?

Submitted to Contest #264

It’s Saturday morning at Oscar and Dolores’s house. Their son Bill is installing a storage cabinet he designed and built for his mother’s craft room. Oscar is in his easy chair watching Matlock.           Bill has just finished turning the last screw on the lid and sommons his mother to come take a look.  When Dolores enters the room, Bill pulls the contraption out from the wall like a built-in draw. He flips up the lid and gesturs with his hand, “Well? What...

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The Match Maker

Submitted to Contest #264

"Excuse me! Excuse me, miss! Is this your hanky?" I slow my pace just a little and tilt my head slightly to the right, glancing over my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the cutest little boy running towards me, waving a white cloth in the air. He’s dressed in the tiniest tuxedo I’ve ever seen, his crop of light brown curls bouncing as his tuxedo slacks swish back and forth, bringing him closer with every little step he takes. I stop and turn around completely to face the little boy as he draws nearer. Crouching down to his level,...

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If Birds Could Sing

Submitted to Contest #264

An underworld wedding would seem a grim affair to the living at first glance.  Trellises hung with oozing black roses, their petals shining and drooping stickily onto the red grass carpet below. The benches and chairs, lined like soldiers before the altar, bore twisting, rotten limbs and creaked every time a guest stood or sat: an ear-sore if not for the quartet that led the newly-wedded couple in their first dance across the bleeding plains of Hades. When Orpheus became a spy, she didn’t do it in pursuit of her lifelong dream to play a...

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