Fill- Challenge 473 (see note)
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tenminutesaday ( Yes! I'm actually writing today! :D I decided I'm taking steps and actually going to Get Things Done- whether it's class, fanfic, or finishing my current book. So this is for a class assignment. The assignment was: to get a copy of a newspaper or magazine and look at articles, ads, opinion pieces, even obituaries and write a Nonfiction article or fiction short story based on it. The actual thing has to be about 500 words total, but I'm at least starting and setting my phone for ten minutes. I do welcome feedback!
Since I don't normally read newspapers and get a lot of news off the internet or radio, this is inspired by an ad I've heard several times on the radio for a life insurance. The ad opens asking about " [someone's] three ex-wives and new trophy wife" ... and I feel there's a lot of unanswered questions there)
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" I do."
Those two words still ring in my head as I stare into his eyes, those chocolate brown, deep, near unblinking eyes. The wedding had been a small one. Just a few friends at the local church . We barely had enough money to get a cake, but the bakery helped us out a llot by just doing cupcakes.
On your wedding day, you're supposed to feel like it's the first step in the rest of your life. The beginning of a new journey together. That's exciting isn't it? Well, excitement wouldn't be the word I'd use right now looking out of the windows of his beat-up old Toyota as it pulled out of the church parking lot , a sea of bubbles following us. Off to... whereever.
I ran my fingers over my dress absent mindedly. I still caan't believe , in my whole twenty years of life, I actually agreed to do this. It's not just about the wedding. It's part of my job.
See, this guy is famous in this town. He's had three exes in the past two years. None of them being seen since the honeymoon. Not even a postcard. And when asked, he doesn't even like to talk about any of them. That's why I'm here. I'm a jornalist- well, an entry level one at least. But when I told my editor about this idea I'd had, she'd put me on it immediately.
Eveyone thinks the guy is some kind of weirdo. Like that old story about Bluebeard from that fairy tale cartoon. But that's why I'm here. Disguise myself as his new trophy wife, play the part long enough to figure out answers.
Since I don't normally read newspapers and get a lot of news off the internet or radio, this is inspired by an ad I've heard several times on the radio for a life insurance. The ad opens asking about " [someone's] three ex-wives and new trophy wife" ... and I feel there's a lot of unanswered questions there)
----
" I do."
Those two words still ring in my head as I stare into his eyes, those chocolate brown, deep, near unblinking eyes. The wedding had been a small one. Just a few friends at the local church . We barely had enough money to get a cake, but the bakery helped us out a llot by just doing cupcakes.
On your wedding day, you're supposed to feel like it's the first step in the rest of your life. The beginning of a new journey together. That's exciting isn't it? Well, excitement wouldn't be the word I'd use right now looking out of the windows of his beat-up old Toyota as it pulled out of the church parking lot , a sea of bubbles following us. Off to... whereever.
I ran my fingers over my dress absent mindedly. I still caan't believe , in my whole twenty years of life, I actually agreed to do this. It's not just about the wedding. It's part of my job.
See, this guy is famous in this town. He's had three exes in the past two years. None of them being seen since the honeymoon. Not even a postcard. And when asked, he doesn't even like to talk about any of them. That's why I'm here. I'm a jornalist- well, an entry level one at least. But when I told my editor about this idea I'd had, she'd put me on it immediately.
Eveyone thinks the guy is some kind of weirdo. Like that old story about Bluebeard from that fairy tale cartoon. But that's why I'm here. Disguise myself as his new trophy wife, play the part long enough to figure out answers.
