Best Romantic One-Shot!--POSTING CLOSED (Voting ends Nov. 15!!)

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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on October 3, 2009 at 5:19am

Quick question -- should we write this story from scratch (like a competition) or can it be an FF that we've written?

Permalink Reply by Caroline Boettcher on October 3, 2009 at 3:44pm

either-make sure its the best you can make it!!!

Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on October 4, 2009 at 10:59am

Okay, thank you for the info.

Permalink Reply by Caroline Boettcher on October 4, 2009 at 12:00pm

no problem!

Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on October 9, 2009 at 3:00am

Umm, hey listen -- I know you're hosting this and all, but after the infos that you've told me it seems to me that it is quite unfair if someone wanted to write a special short story for this award and someone else just nominating his or her FF..
Umm, I know i'm being a pain -- but can you be more specific? I want to enter.. But I don't want to nominate my FF, even if I put a lot of work into it.

Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on October 9, 2009 at 7:17am

I've written my One-shot, here it is.. hope it's not too long.

Soaring
A one-shot by Carmen E

As she descended gracefully down the marble staircase, Anna felt the nervousness edge through her, the anxiety creeping into her soul. But she knew that he would be there at the end of the altar. To her, she walked in an obscured abyss, with the only reassurance as a kind of glow, a white light that prodded her to march confidently, without any care in the world because soon enough, they would finally be together, for all eternity.

After the long sufferance they’d gone through, she was relieved that they’d have their happy ending, as she’d believed that long time ago, when hope had been such impossibility. She took deep breaths to calm herself into serenity, she reminded herself that he was there, waiting for her.
It was their day, their moment.

She tugged on her father’s arm frantically, he rubbed her arm soothingly. “Don’t worry, honey.” His voice, a sonata of words, rolled gracefully from his mouth as a calm whisper. He had always been there for her, Anna mused, as she looked deep into her father’s grey eyes. He’d never betrayed her, and he’d respected her decision unlike her mother had. Her heart wheezed as she remembered the dark memory. She shook her head, as though to clear her mind from that obscure thought, and sighed.
“How do I look?” she asked nervously, it was about the tenth time she’d asked him, but that was how brides were, Samuel thought, always seeking perfection for their perfect day. He couldn’t believe that he was looking at his beautiful young daughter; her red hair fell in loose waves to her back. Under the veil of anxiety her deep grey eyes showed he distinguished the pure happiness and love his unique daughter was feeling.
He kissed her soft cheek lightly. “Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.” He answered almost instantly, even though gorgeous didn’t as nearly describe how his lovely daughter looked today. In this small part of Hawaii, he knew that his daughter was the most breathtaking woman of all. It was made of the traditional Hawaiian white fabric, the sleeves dropped to just below her shoulders, but the dress, so simple but yet exquisite, kissed his daughter’s body perfectly and flowed gracefully to her bare feet, she looked almost like a mermaid, his little mermaid.
No matter how old she was now, she would always be his little mermaid, he loved her dearly; she was his only refuge.

Anna felt her heartbeat race as she realized that it was time to finally join her lover, her angel, her life, her world, her Sean.
Calm down, she commanded herself and informed her father that she was ready.
On cue, Wagner’s traditional march floated in the air as Anna and her father started walking down the sand altar, bare foot while the wind blew, a hint of salty air stroked her pale skin. She looked for him, hoping to find what she was looking for, the absolute happiness she craved for.
As soon as her eyes met his, she felt the love swirl inside of her, shaking her into absolute awe at the beautiful scenery. She kept her eyes on his beautiful blue ones.

She felt the awed stare of the audience, but to her, they didn’t exist, they weren’t there, because it was only him that she could see, her white angel. He wore a gray suit, and on its front pocket, a little yellow tulip was tugged neatly. His beautiful blond hair was combed and trimmed for the occasion and his smile, his breathtaking smile, made her heart soar.
The glow in his river-blue eyes made her wonder how anyone can be as beautiful as he was right now.

Sean looked adoringly into his love’s eyes, and felt the overwhelming sensation moving through him, the one sensation he had so much thought an illusion. The love he felt was real, pure and fought through all the barriers imaginable. His Anna looked ravishing, he couldn’t put words to her beauty, he saw how she was almost dragging her father to the end of the altar, and he smiled wider. He too, wanted her to be near him. He strained himself from just running to her and kissing her passionately. It took all his willpower to stay in his place.

She approached closer, nearly begging her father to go faster, until he finally sent her a mobilizing stare. Almost there, she thought. Her heartbeat quickened, and she felt the goose bumps transfer to her entire body.

As she got nearer to her destination, she realized what it was true love, to love, and to be loved in return. It was the most rewarding emotion she’d ever felt, and she knew she’d only feel this happy with her Sean.
Only a foot away now, she mused excitedly.

When her father stopped walking, she stopped with him and turned to face her now soon-to-be husband and lifetime companion. Samuel placed his daughter’s hand in the man that made his little Anna happy, he was giving her away, he realized, as both their hands met. He saw the glow of love torch between them, powerful and young. He had faith in his daughter; she had made the right choice.
But as far as the young lovers knew, they were soaring – soaring in love’s intertwining maze.

The End

Please tell me what you think!

Permalink Reply by Caroline Boettcher on October 9, 2009 at 9:01pm

omg... tht was amazing... i ahv absolutely no words for this... absolutely breathtaking how u described everything... btw, im not sure if i understood ur question entirely... can u explain again?

Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on October 10, 2009 at 12:49am

Thank you Caroline,
what I meant was what if this turned into a one-shot competition? I think more people would come..
Well, I'm only guessing.
But It's your choice after all.

Permalink Reply by Caroline Boettcher on October 10, 2009 at 3:01pm

o.. ok do u think i shud change the title to get more people? this is the first time im doin this so im open to suggestions!!

Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on October 11, 2009 at 11:53am

Yeah. Like "Best Romantic One-shot!" or something...

Permalink Reply by Caroline Boettcher on October 11, 2009 at 1:06pm

ok! thx!

Permalink Reply by tanzin bushra on November 2, 2009 at 11:09am

um voting fo "Soaring
A one-shot by Carmen E"
i dunno if dis is da ryt way to vote okay :D

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