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Write about your most unique experience at, or in, a wedding.

Posted in Nonfiction on May 28, 2020

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✍️ 34 stories

The First Wedding

Jessica C

Submitted to Contest #28

I can’t remember his name. Most of the minor details, yes. Her dress (beautifully cut satin but much too shiny to be elegant), the bouquet (pink and white roses, even though she was slightly allergic), the church (which still smelled tragically like moth balls, despite her mother’s best efforts to air the place out the night before).But I can’t recall the groom’s name. Donnie maybe? Ronnie? I know that in those years there was definitely a Ronnie and a Donnie, but I don’t know which was the groom. I am tempted t...

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Mom Had One Job!

Katharine Johns

Submitted to Contest #28

My cousin’s wedding was the most family-involved wedding I’ve known so far. The day my sister and I were invited to be part of it, we were all having dinner at our favorite burger place. The occasion was actually a mash-up of a birthday celebration and wedding planning between my cousin, her fiance, and my dad, an ordained minister and the officiant of their wedding. The birthday celebrating was for my cousin’s mother, whose birth date was close to our dinner date, although me and my sister had ours coming up in a few weeks. With that in our...

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Yellow, Blue, and Coco Man, Too

Submitted to Contest #28

One minute, I’m pushing too-sweet frosting across my plate and feeling awkward around all the new family, the next, I’m huddled under the table with cousins I’ve never met, trying my best to keep my little brother quiet and still until the danger passes. I peek under the long, white tablecloth. Wedding cake and shattered dishes litter the hard floor. Men in shiny black dress shoes run through the cake leaving white and blue footprints behind. Chairs and even some tables are toppled over. Screaming. Crying. Shouting. Everyone is yelling in Sp...

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THE VOICE OF JOY AND THE VOICE OF GLADNESS, THE VOICE OF THE BRIDE AND THE VOICE OF THE GROOM

Andrew Grell

Submitted to Contest #28

I was the tall kid. Fourteen, just got my working papers stamped. Mom pointed to an ad in the Riverdale Press for openings on a reception movie crew. Weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, Quinceanerars, confirmations, High School reunions, you name it. I crossed the border into Yonkers and rang the bell at the address I had been given. Jefferson Lincoln, presumably a professional name, opened the door and took a look at me. “You’re my new light man, kid. Sign here.” Jeff explained that my job would be plugging and unplug...

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Not Your Bride

Submitted to Contest #28

“Where’s your date?” The older lady next to me bumps her shoulder into mine, whispering the question playfully as she glances around the banquet hall. “I don’t have one-” I start, but she sees right through me. I sigh and point to the tall male making the lengthy speech. She spews out her wine over the tablecloth suddenly, and I jump. The other guests glare at us with ill-concealed disgust. “The groom?!” She hisses, and I want to smack my forehead. I shake my head quickly. “Jonathon, you know…” I trail off as I speak, hoping that the g...

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The Birthday Blotches and the Bride Doll

Submitted to Contest #28

I don’t know if this memory really fits the bill or if I’m trying to smuggle it in and hoping nobody will notice that I’m pushing my luck. Still, so far as I’m concerned, this definitely counts as a wedding recollection for me, even though I never left my house and no legal vows were exchanged. I’ve never had much of a sense of timing, but in this instance, I wasn’t to blame, or only unwittingly by my choice of playmates. Everything was going to be lovely....

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Our Two Weddings

Submitted to Contest #28

My mother-in-law has three children: a son, Christiaan (born in 1966), and two daughters, Marjan (1968) and Ingeborg (1970). I met her youngest daughter in college.The year was 1988; Ingeborg and I were both eighteen years old. We became best friends in our freshman year. We ended up in bed with each other after the opening party of our sophomore year. Oops… In my first year in college, I appreciated Ingeborg as a friend. It didn’t come up in my mind that she could also be my girlfriend. As far as I was concerned, the change in our...

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Our Secret Engagement

Iona Cottle

Submitted to Contest #28

My unique experience started the day before a friend’s wedding, in fact. It was my birthday and my then-boyfriend was taking me out for a meal in Cardiff. That was unusual enough in itself (the years before I’d had to put my own birthday banner up), so even if he hadn’t slipped up months earlier and told me he was going to propose then, I probably would’ve guessed anyway. We get to Cardiff and to the restaurant no problems, but while we were waiting outside another friend, Sarah, walked up. It turned out her work was doing their Christmas me...

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Most unique experience of an Indian wedding

Maham Raza

Submitted to Contest #28

Weddings are grand affairs. Normally, it most effectively occurs once in an existence time. Recently I have had a terrific experience of attending an Indian wedding. The invitation came from a female cousin of my pal from Lahore. I used to be very excited to attend the Indian wedding to know about all the captivating traditions and their rituals. To style the stunning unfold of food as I heard a lot about the Indian cuisine. My buddy had connected me to her pal when I first time visited Lahore, we had appropriate intentions of meeting up but...

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The Wedding, The Icon, and Me

Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #28

The Wedding the Icon and Me &nb...

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The Sacrifice

Karen McDermott

Submitted to Contest #28

“Let me be the sacrifice!” I held out my hands imploringly to Ruth and she gave me the church altar candle she had found. Her husband, Tom, was trying on a garland made of autumnal foliage, while Lucy and Seth inspected the photos pinned to one of the hut’s walls. “Hey, have you guys seen Midsommar?” Seth asked between wheezy cackles. He was the oldest of the five of us but the most prone to fits of childish giggles, ...

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Mine shotgun (wedding) sheep push hilly herd round the wool, wide web.

Submitted to Contest #28

Preface, (albeit poetically pockmarked titled):Oy gevalt - moi ongepotchket married life,I immediately did kvetchsince sorry excuse for sex pistolmade successful pollination obligatory mandateconcealed within thatched vetchcombining guaranteeing harvesting top notch wretch.Rutting season (24/7/365 days) touted me beingbiologically, effectively, and irresistibly virile - yayonce thy future spouse (Abby Robin)found herself in the family waywith what would turn out to be oy veythe first of our two daughters – I do saydetermined and sealed the s...

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Blessed Matrimony, Cotton Eye Joe, and An Ungodly Amount of Wasps

Kathleen M.

Submitted to Contest #28

I suppose in order to start this story, we must go back to the very beginning, where some fool crossed the ocean to settle in the royal colony of Virginia. The other half came from Germany and settled in Wisconsin, explaining why everyone but my father is a Packers fan. The bloodline culminated in my two cousins, both in their twenties, my brother, and me. Now, the eldest cousin, we’ll refer to her as the bride, had a child with her boyfriend and at some point decided to get married. The act itself is not strange, seeing as many people have ...

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The Screaming Priest

Submitted to Contest #28

The Screaming Priest, by Ronda EversonWhen I lived in Romania, I was invited to a wedding occassionally, and they could get quite interesting. At the Orthodox church in Romania, the buidlings are quite ornate, and the weddings can be too. I went to a smaller Orthodox wedding at a smaller Orthodox church building, but it was still beautiful with lots of pictures on the wall, beautiful carpets on the floor, and flowers, an open Bible, and objects of gold at the altar. Usually, people don't sit at an Orthodox wedding. However, th...

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The Bride's Name Is Always Holly

Submitted to Contest #28

From the inner recesses of the utility closet where I had been hiding for the past half hour, I heard the wedding party enter the reception hall. The jocund din of family, friends, and guests rattled the closet door. I forgot to tune my guitar before I climbed into this coffin. But Red stayed in tune all night last night at the country club cover gig. She would probably be in tune when I popped out of the closet, plugged her into the DJ’s sound system, and slid onto the upper corner of the dance floor for the couple’s first dance. The bride’...

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