What Christmas Means to Me

Seeing family and old friends. Building up excitement and anticipation. Having good food and even better desserts. That's what Christmas means to me. Having parties on Christmas Eve, and not being able to sleep that night. Waking up early, then waiting for everyone else to do the same. Having even more good food. That's what Christmas is to me. Opening presents and giving gifts. seeing the joy and appreciation on someone's face when you give them  homemade gift. That's what Christmas means to me, and so much more.

Worth the Risk

Seeing a clear path I started to run. Running the wind in my face. I spot the treasure, I run harder, I grab it. I turn to return to my safe place. Suddenly and enemy soldier is blocking my way. I turn and run the other direction, that's when I saw them. There were four or five enemies charging towards me, protecting their treasure. I knew there was no way out of this, nowhere to turn. That's when one soldier grabbed my arm and brought me to prison. I may not have reached my goal, but it was worth the risk.

Into The Woods

Running, the wind in my face. Breathing hard, my lungs on fire. Ducking branches, dodging rocks and trees. As I run my satchel bangs against my hip. I didn't think they would follow me into the woods, I was told soldiers of the king feared the woods. But here they were chasing me through the forest. Every so often they would let off a gunshot but they missed me every time, almost. One soldier shot his gun and suddenly I felt searing pain in my right forearm. My vision became tinged with red and I started to stumble. I tried to regain my balance but failed. I tripped over a raised root and sprawled on the ground. I tried to to get back on my feet, but I placed too much weight on my right arm and collapsed again. I felt a strong hand on my shoulder and I got pulled to my feet. One of the guards pulled my satchel off my shoulder, purposefully bumping it into my wound. Fresh pain filled my body and my knees went weak, but the guard that was holding me forced me to stand. The guard in front of me had my satchel in one hand, and with the other had he was fishing through the bag. As his hand finds what he was looking for he starts to smile, a cruel, lopsided smile. He pulls  out a jeweled necklace out of my bag. He motions to the guard next to him and he places his gun to my head, "maybe this will teach you not to steal from the King."

You Look Beautiful

I sit there, hands tightly clasped. I look at the pretty smiling faces standing around me, staring at me, giving my compliments. I smile and tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I stand up and walk over to the full length mirror and look down at at my clean white dress. I finger my veil and beading on the dress. My father knocks on the door, one of the ladies opens it. He walks over to me and hugs me, planting a kiss on my forehead. He smiles and makes a comment about me when I was little and the whole room is filled with laughter. My dad then extends his hand and smiles. I take a deep breath and take his hand. We walk down the hall hand in hand followed by my beautiful bridesmaids. As we reach the sanctuary my mom links her arm through mine. I turn and give her a hug and a kiss, a tear forming in her eye. As the bridesmaids start down the aisle my mom tells me she loves me an gives me one more kiss, and takes her seat. The music changes and my dad starts leading me down toward the alter. I look up and catch his eye, he smiles at me and I smile right back. We reach the alter and I get one more hug and kiss from my dad. I turn to my fiance and give him a hug. Before he lets go he whispers in my ear, "you look beautiful."

First Date

I look around my room at the makeup on my bed, the jewelry I laid out, all the rejected outfits on the floor, all my shoes pilled in a heap on my floor. I shuffle through my clothes and and try on a few more outfits, finally picking one. I dig through my shoes to find the perfect pair. I then try a million hairstyles, finally deciding on a simple high pony tail. I quickly get changed and sit in front of my mirror and start on my makeup. A soft gentle shade of pink on my cheeks and lips. A black line on my eyelids, and black gloop on my eyelashes. As I finish I pick a nail color, also a soft shade of pink. As my nails are drying I gather my things into a small purse. A box of mints, a few dollars, my phone, my lipgloss, and I grab a sweater. Just as I'm finishing up the doorbell rings. I catch my breath and quickly look around my room to be sure I didn't forget anything. I run to the stairs and stop, take a deep breath, and start to walk down the stairs. As I descend I see him standing there, by the door, smiling, "wow, you look amazing."