The Perfect love story

Stage 5 – Forever

I fell in love with him rather quickly, perhaps to fast, but when love rages with fire in your heart it is hard not to. After our first kiss we become perhaps obsessed with other always wishing to be close and depressed when we where far away (although those times where very minimum.) he proposed on our fourth time of meeting.

I of course accepted his proposal. The wedding was beautiful I walked down the isle and watched his smile and that twinkle in his eyes. All my sisters where there with there husbands and my father all waiting to see if the fairytales where true to watch the last of the family name disappear. The sun was just setting in the distance and I had never felt happier as the priest announced us husband and wife and just at that same moment as I kissed my husband, fireworks shot through the sky. And there she was my mother, all those years I had not believed my father and his fairy stories, but he was right. They where together again my mother and my father. Finally we where all free no longer princesses by name but princesses at heart all married to our princes.

The Perfect love story

Part 4 the ball

The ball was beautiful as soon as I entered the room I was surrounded by ladies in large ball gowns made of satin that exploded in coloured patterns. There hairs reaching astonishing heights and there faces hidden by a mask of makeup. The men with there buckled shoes and white ruffled shirts and corsets escorted by one maybe even two of these fine ladies. The musicians played in the corners and partners joined hands and danced in time with the rhythm. Of course soon after a long time of looking for him I decided to join my sisters in the next dance. We danced and skipped and held hands and then as a ladies dress floated in front of my eyes and rest again on the ground I saw him making his way towards me half smiling. My stomach turned as a surge of butterflies flew through my body leaving every bone tingling. And then we where dancing he was holding my hand turning around each other our eyes locked together. He whispered in my ear his breath touching my cheek “follow me outside” and so I followed him out of the grounded hall and into the cool breeze of the gardens. It was cold and dark the trees covering the faint light of the moon that shone upon us. Then his lips where upon mine warm and smooth and gentle.

The Perfect love story

Part 3 – prince charming at last??

The happiest time of my life was when I finally saw the white horse ride across the sunset and towards me. I was sitting at my window singing:

Where are you, why am I still alone?

I cannot be here trapped in my own home

I want to be free, and I now I know you hold the key.

Then I saw him he was like everything I had dream of only more because he was real and he was here for me. He saw me in the window and began to climb the vines that draped from my window. I hid behind my fan letting only my eyes show and handed me a letter written in gold , inviting me personally to a ball and at the end he had ended the letter ‘ yours Joshua Prince ‘

He looked me in my eyes and said “your sisters had praised you of your beauty, they where right. Please, I will see you at the ball? ”

“Only if of course you will be there?”

“I could not miss a night of dancing with such a beautiful lady!!”

“Then you will save for me the first dance ?”

“You have my word” and then he was gone, however I knew he was real for the invitation still lay in my hand.

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Part 2 -Sisters

I have a lot of time to think about my Romeo; of course it’s all just a dream not reality, until now of course. I live in the ruin of an old castle my father says it’s enchanted but he does like a good tale. I have watched (over the many years of being in my room at the top of the tower) each off my sisters all 5 leave with there prince there Romeo. But not one ever came to find me, my father says in due time ill find my own prince charming but I had little hope. I lost faith in love and instead I sat at my window looking out on the horizon dreaming of the magical moment when I found my Romeo. All the lands have heard of course of the 5 princesses: Ariel, Cinderella, belle, Aurora and Jasmine known better to me as my sisters. However I doubt any of you have heard about the 6^th sister the one that was left behind still waiting. I don’t blame you; well let me introduce myself Gabrielle Princess. Yes our second name is princess my father said it was given to him by a angel when all 6 of us where born and my mother passed away , apparently when we are all married and the name can no longer be passed on , then my mother will live again. Of course it’s just another story. A fairy tale.

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Part 1 – dreams

Can dreams really come true? When I wish upon a star am I just hoping for something better? When you wish, or pray or dream what do you dream of?

I dream of Romeo, he’s constantly running through my mind, those silly hearts I draw those shaded pictures of a couple kissing, that’s us. I know him so well were so close. He’s perfect. I can see him standing there, his dark long hair sweeping across his face his deep blue eyes, his bronzed skin and that smile. And me, I’m smiling back at him and we look at each other ignoring the surrounding of the beautiful forest the water droplets that rest on each blade of grass , the whispers of the birds all watching us. I’m in a beautiful dress made of silk and engraved in gold patterns of flowers that almost grow up my dress .Music is in the background flowing with the wind a mesmerising tune that tells a story of love. Were alone and he’s stroking my hand looking deep into my eyes, I can feel his warm breath on my cold skin. Our bodies close our hearts sown together his lips brush past mine and I close my eyes.

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Don’t tell me who to be

Tell me what to do

Cause I remember you

When you said that you loved me

I really did believe

But I was just a fool

How to say goodbye

Kiss me one last time

Before you go away

Can’t believe this is goodbye

Can’t believe you can’t stay

What do I say to you?

What will you reply?

Do I just say I love you?

Or will I just cry.

I can’t believe your going

I have to walk away

I am going to miss you

I wish you could stay

What do I say to you?

What will you reply?

Do I just hug you?

Or will I just cry.

I don’t know what to do

But I’m sure my tears say it all

We both know it’s true

That I love you.

What do I say to you?

What will you reply?

Do I just hug you?

Or will I just cry.

What do I say to you?

What will you reply?

Do I just hug you?

I guess this is goodbye

Rachels Fairytale ...yet to have a title

Rachel wore a dusky pink dress the satin material falling onto the dusty ground turning its silk threaded ends a golden brown. The dress looked heavy on her as she walked with a slow yet steady pace through the open dunes trying her best to pull the heavy material above the ground. She soon gave up any hope of keeping the pretty dress from the dry land and soon it floated behind almost dragging her back. She wore a tight corset that seemed to only shorten her breath causing her to stop after a while and breathe in the warm air. Her hair perhaps use to be neatly placed behind her head in a tight bun with small braids but now it had unravelled and flew in the sandy winds a lighter brown with golden streaks not straight but neither curled. Her complexion which once would have been a perfect pale colour now was a dirty brown colour her cheeks a little red from the rays of the sun. She looked tired and small tears of sweat spilled down her face. She once would have been highly respected elegant and beautiful. She once would have been described as the perfect lady, but no lady would find herself now travelling across the desert plains of Africa especially without company. She was now exposed to all sorts of dangers she would not have experienced in the city or even in the countryside for this was very much the ‘wild’ side of the world. however she had not lost any of her ladylike ways after all she had been brought up to act like angel so now she kept her shoulders back and head high even though it was clearly only causing her more discomfort. She walked proudly even though there was no one there to watch her. She did off course still look beautiful only she looked rougher she wasn’t perhaps as perfect as before but she had a natural beauty about her. Her eyes narrowed on a certain point in her distance that she aimed to reach before her next break. Her state of mind was unclear from the way she looked as she seemed to know what she was doing yet a daze of confusion often showed in her eyes. Nether the less Rachel continued at a steady pace towards well it was uncertain where she actually was walking to apart from the fact that she was heading north. This was clear by the tiny compass that she held in her chapped hands and the small arrow that often swayed but rested on north. She finally reached the point her eyes had rested on at least a quarter of an hour ago. She refused to sit down for fear that she would never get up again instead she stood still breathing in heavily. She looked around taking in her bearings, a few bushes lay scattered around the area but apart from that all she saw was a long stretch of sand and a clear blue sky. Suddenly from behind her she heard heavy breathing. She could hear the footsteps of something behind her and knew instantly she was in deep danger. She turned slowly and saw a large rough necked lion growling and snarling at her its golden fur matted but its teeth sharp although a dark yellow colour. It stood as though its ego were as large as that of a proud gentleman’s but she new this was no house hold cat it was viscous and wild it eyes dangerous and prowling on her. Its thick skin could not however hide the bones that seemed to show through; this lion was hungry it had been starved. Its tongue lolling and dry. For a moment she believed the world to have frozen but when the lion growled loudly she awoke from this making her heart beat loudly. She wished she could make her heart stopping beating at such a pace for she was sure the lion could hear it just as clearly as she could. Suddenly it leapt from the ground all of its paws pushing off from the sand heading for her. She screamed and just as the lion were to land on her a shot echoed through the skies. She fell like a feather faintly and soon a loud thump that was the lion’s body also reached the ground. She sat up and struggled to move away from the silent body of the lion before stopping and closing her eyes. What had happened she thought she looked around for were the shot had been fired from. There in the distance a blurred image of a carriage and a man and camel came into view. The man was white which surprised Rachel as all the man she had seen when she first stepped foot in Africa were dark skinned he spoke with a slant on his words and she decided he must have originated form America although she couldn’t be sure.

“malady seems you took a wrong turn, what’s a precious gem such as your self doing in these dangerous areas?” he didn’t wait for a reply but continued “pretty darn dangerous out here ma’am perhaps you should hop on looks like you could die of thirst, and what a dress to be wearing in this heat mind you looks like you’re from a well brought up family guess that only brings up more question though. Like what it is your doing alone and how you seem to be so stranded. Your lucky you are that lion would have had you for dinner, not that there id much meat on ya. Anyways get on here have some water” and with that he pulled her up onto the carriage and trusted a dirty bottle of water towards her. None the less she took it gladly remembering her manners and listened to the man speak at quite a pace as they race along the golden open.

According to the man, he was from Texas his name was Johnny Alfred aberto Cresting, he use to live with his mama and papa but left his country to pursuit the adventurous world of Africa and its oil. Apparently he lived in a little village ‘quite a community’ he had said. His hair was quite long just above his eyes and a rusty blonde colour. He skin was dirty and had been bronzed by the sun. He wore a beige shirt with its sleeves rolled up, auburn trousers matching red braces and a straw hat. His arms where pure muscle and his shoulders where broad his face looked kind but tired however he still looked young and his eyes would sparkle as he smiled.