To Be One With the River
She begins to submerge her head. Once completely underwater, she exhales and her glub, glub, glub joins the now disjointed and distant pounding of Robert’s fist on the door and Daniel’s persistent and pitiful screaming. She opens her eyes under the water, staring up at the misshapen white bubbles on the top of the bath. Some of the lavender liquid dances on the top of the water; it has yet to turn into frothy bubbles.
Beneath them, she smiles despite the water filling her mouth. She longs to stay under forever, but she is not sure how long she can hold her breath. Maybe I can hold it forever, she thinks. I never want to leave.
The above is an excerpt from a short story I wrote a year or so ago. If you'd like to read it in it's entirety, let me know. :)
View in the Lightbox. It looks so much better.
This is from this day. I really hated it at first, but after letting it sit for a good month, I discovered I quite like it. I actually gave it the same name as the one linked above because I feel it's the same idea, but an extremely different execution.
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P.S. My first wedding is this coming Saturday. I am terrified.