South Park Streaming Fish Stick Abandoned Bride. Portraits.

And I start to Challenges Illustrated, my first writing.

I caught my attention this image, although the original idea was described well in etopeya gave me to do it as Portrait, precisely, somewhat satirical. In fact, I was more dismal than I expected, longer too. So, I'm kinda proud of myself.

As a mental note to myself (?), I think is a good start for an original story.

No. 3. Abandoned Bride.

no longer distinguish the white of her dress, it has stained the ground and left him a mess. But do not bother to turn our gaze from nowhere. No distinction between the window and fríay the tears dried on her cheeks before bursting with color. Their beautiful hair, he likes both he and smell roses, is matted, and she makes no effort to fix a little. He did not smell it again, after all. Try smiling silence, and it takes you back a chuckle, poking fun at his misfortune.

The delicate hands so he tookconcern (it never occurred to him that was a lie) were thinner than the last time you saw them back in the Church when he held the beautiful bouquet of flowers and were wrapped with a white gloves, shiny. It had been so careful not to stain, now had no idea where he had left. Perhaps scrambled through the mud, trampled by it in the rain also made fun of her, as silence.

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His face is as expressionless as the weather. Do not know how much has happened, but it sure is pretty. Feet no longer hurt, and where his mother's cheeklaunched the slap full of resentment (still remember her screams, reminding him how silly it is to lose such a man.) Did not answer, just ran to where his feet left him, as when he ran around the park when they met. Exceeded their limits, she had not even imagined. He had been very careful in not pointing it out.

That reminded him of the cold floor where she sat, and the half smile that her husband would be to throw without any delicacy into the room. Remember why &, Eacute, his hands are so dirty, remember that not only hit her mother's cheek. It was the rain that was fun, but the silence was only trying to comfort her. The cage is next to it represents, as the dead bird, what they want to happen. And this time, she smiles. Because he likes dimples that are formed when it does.

distinguishes the white of her dress mixed with a few drops of a deep red. Starts laughing. Watch their hands, the ring pinches and hurts. Laugh louder. Touch your hair, smelling of anything but roses and can not help but laugh. The bouquets is in the rain, such as gloves, rotting like she does. His head hurts, he warns that maso not remember him, his love, get angry. Do not want to see your face, you know that makeup is watered down his face.

Close your eyes and see it, coming with the baby face gets angry when she did not obey. Moisture from outside. The first blow, the haggling. His face against the floor and the last words he left before closing the door. This time she laughs. He deserves it, he knows that is not true but you have to accept it. She loves him. He loves it all, the money, mostly.

She feels lies in both hands when he returned with something sharp in his hand, a smile so beautiful that she likes. White teeth seemed ever more chilling. It does nothing, knowing that no use arguing with him. She loves him too. He asks if you like your hair, if you like the look of the ring on her skeletal hand, if you like the way he sighs when suddenly making the neck.

He smiles. She also. Like when they met, and he was shorter and she wore glasses.


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TMLXC She no longer interested in her dress or her hair, and gloves. It is the day of your wedding and could not care less to be so horrible. It focuses on his gray eyes, as they become more tenuous. Feels something sticky under his body, but only wants to keep watching your back as the door closes, without even looking at her. And again, he thinks. She loves him. He often said the same thing.

The window, the same turquoise blue, shows the raindrops falling outside. She closes her eyes and coos with the dull sound made by walking feet away, while the drops hit the window. The bouquet, & qu; Eacute; beautiful era. Her dress, so envied by her friends. Her boyfriend, what a good boy, what a great game.

And she, she was simply abandoned bride fairy tale made of his love.

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