White Grave Wedding Dress

I’ve recently been getting into writing short stories.  I love it so much!  This one is my favorite, and by far my best.  Side note; the bet inside the story is true.  I made the exact same bet with my sister.  I hope you enjoy my short story!

White Grave Wedding Dress

As I sneaked into my girlfriend’s apartment that evening, I was a little more than a little nervous.  I had been thinking about this night for more than a month, planning out every single detail. Everything HAD to be perfect.  A few days before, I could hardly eat. Wild thoughts raced through my head when I was trying to sleep at night. What if she says no?  What if she doesn’t feel the same as I do? Will she break up with me? Will my heart ever heal again if she does?

For I was planning on proposing to her that night.

Asena and I met when we were in 6th grade.  I had always noticed her, how could I not? Even in 6th grade, I knew she was beautiful.  Her long auburn hair hung to her waist when she left it down. Her eyes were hard and calculating when she was on edge, but when she was comfortable they were warm and light.  She hardly spoke to anyone, only to her best friend, Via. Even in class, she didn’t like to speak. Everyone knew she was smart, but she just didn’t let on much. Everyone in our class noticed her, but I doubt anyone noticed her as much as I did.

Despite my attraction to Asena, we didn’t really start talking until high school started. Over that summer, she had changed, grown into herself.  She was more beautiful than ever. I was still too afraid to talk to her, for fear she would shut me down. But it was my love for music that enabled me an excuse to talk to her.

I loved music, it fascinated me.  Classical music by Beethoven and Bach, but also modern music.  When I was at home, I’d just listen to music for hours, hearing the blend of voices, the background beat, and piano, guitar, or whatever instrument I could hear.

I took the choir class, trying it for the first time.  My elementary music teacher told me I had a good voice.  I couldn’t be sure, as I had never really sang in front of her.  In elementary, you don’t really care that much about music, you never really sing, either, you just kind of mumble and hope that your teacher won’t yell at you after the concert.  Anyways, I was eager to start.

Asena and I started talking when I noticed how wonderful her voice was.  I asked her about her preferences in music, and we just started hanging out.  We’d go over to my house and listen to some new music I’d found. When she concentrated on the music, it looked like she was trying to set fire to the carpet with her eyes.

We didn’t start dating until the summer before sophomore year, when we’d started to spend the most time together.  We went to the park together, just as friends, to just listen to the sounds and feel the breeze. But the best time that summer was when I took her to her first concert.  When I saw the ads, I started saving up. Asena’s favorite band, Careless Rain, was playing. I knew that she had never been to a concert, and I knew that she would have the time of her life.

When I finally presented her with the tickets, she just looked at them for a long moment.  My heart was beating so loud, I worried that she would just cast them away. Before I knew what was happening, she leapt at me and hugged me, for the first time, so tight it was hard to breathe.  But I didn’t care, I didn’t care.

At the concert, she just closed her eyes during the first song.  I don’t think she even noticed how hard she was grinning. She was completely lost in the music.  To this day, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. After the first song, she opened her eyes and looked at me with bright eyes and an even brighter smile.

“Thank you,” she said to me, and hugged me, more gently than that first time.  I hugged her back hesitantly.

She let go of me, and lost herself in the music again.  When the concert was over, I drove her home. I walked her up to the front door, but she didn’t open it and go inside, like usual.  She stood in front of me, just looking into my eyes. I couldn’t move. She moved closer to me, and kissed me.

We became a couple soon after that night.  Asena had been hiding so much of her personal life from me.  After we started dating, she told me more about her family than I would have ever guessed.  Her father left her mother when Asena was only three years old. Her mother had a drinking problem for most of Asena’s childhood, although she was getting better.

Asena also told me that she had been enslaved by her thoughts for a while in junior high.  She couldn’t control her thoughts, she had been depressed. She told me that sometimes she would get home and cry for hours.  Soon after she told me this, I had been so angry at her stubbornness. Why didn’t she get help? But I knew, she was too prideful to admit she couldn’t do it alone.

During high school, I started saving up for my future, I got a job working as a farmhand on weekends during school and every other day during the summer.  I didn’t know then quite what I was saving for, but I would know in a few more years.

After we graduated high school, we went to the same college, quite by accident.  I had been looking at Martinez University for a long time, because of its excellent music program.  I could learn about the music industry, mostly about digital music production. I decided to get a degree in media planning in marketing.  We got quite a few scholarships between the two of us.

Asena went to Martinez University to also learn about music, mostly vocal and instrumental music, and get a degree in therapy and journalism.  She had always wanted to help young people overcome mental issues like anxiety and depression. She would be perfect for her job, either therapy or journalism.  She would also fit the music business, her voice was so beautiful.

College was amazing, I met a lot of new people.  My dorm roommate, Derik, was one of the best people I’ve ever met.  Asena’s roommate, Renna, was also a great person. Renna really helped Asena overcome some of her shyness in front of large groups of people.

After college, Asena and I each bought an apartment, even though I was secretly planning to propose by this time.  Asena got a job at the local newspaper, and she was making pretty good money. Her employers loved the way she wrote, how she related to every person who read her articles.  I also got a job working as a media planner.

Which leads me here, where the story began.  Sneaking into my girlfriend’s apartment, laying everything out with my hands shaking.

I had no idea what to do for my proposal for Asena.  Instead of putting out the cliché rose petals, I used dozens of bouquets she had pointed out to me in her favorite flower shop.  They were a mixture of Vendela roses, Dusty Millers, Anemone, White Ranunculus, Blue Thistle, and Silver Brunia. When all the flowers were laid out, all thanks to Renna, I set out the speakers in the hallway.  I was planning on playing, “Like An Angel” by Careless Rain, as it was Asena’s favorite song.

The rest of the setup was a blur, I’m surprised I made it through without collapsing from nerves.  Renna was the one who made everything go correctly. I vaguely remember Derik stopping by and helping, but I can’t be sure.

“Can I see the ring before I go?” Renna asked me.

I wordlessly pulled out the small box, and handed it to her.  She gasped when she opened it. I admit, it is a beautiful ring.  It was silver, the top molded into a rose shape. In the center, a beautiful diamond resided.  The sides were twisted with the tiniest of diamonds on them. Asena would love it.

The clearest memory was when I heard the front door’s lock turning, and I knew that it was Asena.  I raced to the bedroom, where I would put my heart out on the line, where it could get hurt. I pushed “play” on my phone, and heard the quiet music start.  In my mind, I imagined Asena seeing the white envelope, taking out the letter and reading it with the concentration I loved to see on her.

As the doorknob turned slowly, my heart jumped into my throat.  I tried to swallow.

Asena walked into the room and stopped in her tracks when she saw me.  We stared at each other for a solid thirty seconds. I then came to my senses and slid off the bed to stand before her.  I looked into her gray eyes and forgot what I was supposed to say. So I improvised.

“Asena,” I said in a quiet voice. “I love you.  I have loved you since we became friends in high school.  I still can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to call you mine.  But you’re not completely mine, yet.”

I sank onto one knee and pulled out the small velvet box.  I opened it slowly.

“Asena Jackleen Linz,” I said, still staring into her eyes. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world?  Will you marry me?”

For about a minute, Asena just stared at me.  Then, to my surprise, she also dropped onto one knee.

“Will,” she said in her melodious voice. “I love you, too.  I have ever since that first concert with you. You’ve proved to me countless times that you are a great man, and I sincerely believe that.  I will always be yours, no matter what.”

She put her hands on my frozen ones around the small box.

“William Daniel Thomason,” she said. “Will you make me the luckiest girl in the world?  Will you marry me?”

I stared at her, wondering how a person could surprise me so much.

“Of course, Asena,” I said, my eyes never leaving hers. “I love you.”

“Then, yes to your question, as well,” she said.

I slid the beautiful ring on her finger.  She watched my hands, mesmerized. I kissed her, hardly believing my luck.

She pulled back and hugged me.

“Oh, Will,” she said. “Meira won the bet.”

For a moment, I didn’t say anything.  I was sure that I’d heard wrong.

“Come again?” I asked, pulling away to look her in the eyes.

She smiled the saddest smile I’ve ever seen. “Meira, my sister.  She won the bet.”

My brain reeled.  A sister? In the near ten years I’d known Asena, she’d never mentioned a sister.

“I didn’t know you had a sister,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“I didn’t,” she said, further confusing me.  Until I heard her continue, “I had two.”

Soon after these bewildering confessions, Asena led me to her car and drove us out of town.  She wouldn’t tell me where she was taking me, only that I’d understand soon. We came to a small piece of land surrounded by a white fence, with many trees around it.  I saw the headstones, the flowers, the words written on each stone. Oh.

Asena got out, and started walking to the middle of the graveyard.  I caught up to her and held her hand. She squeezed my hand, as though reassured herself I was really there.  She walked down about ten rows, then turned right and continued for five more stones. She stopped in front of two graves, side by side.

One grave read,

Here lies

Vanya Mirella Linz.

Birth; December 10, 2004

Death; December 16, 2014

“Your spirit goes on while your body is left behind.”

The other grave read,

Here lies

Meira Evette Linz

Birth; June 13, 2000

Death; July 6, 2014

“Keep up your happiness, it’s the only thing keeping you here.”

I was shocked.  How could Asena not tell me that she had two deceased sisters?  That seemed like something that you should tell your significant other.

I was too busy with my wild thoughts to notice that Asena had fallen onto her knees and put her face in her hands.  I sank down beside her instantly, and put my arms around her.

She gasped and took her hands away.  She touched Vanya’s grave, then Meira’s.  Tears were falling down her face like a rain shower.  She didn’t seem to notice.

“Meira and Vanya were my sisters,” Asena said.  “They were the happiest and sweetest girls I’ve ever met.  Vanya died of cancer when she was ten. Meira died in a car accident when she was fourteen.  Before she died, Meira and I made a bet. Meira bet me $10 that I would get married. I agreed, saying that I wouldn’t.  I said that even if she died, I would put $10 on her grave. Of course, I never dreamed she would die so young.”

“Asena,” I said, speaking for the first time since entering the graveyard. “How could you not tell me something as important as this?”

My voice was not harsh or angry, as I wasn’t angry, but Asena flinched. “I didn’t want people looking at me like I was a kicked puppy.  The poor girl with two dead sisters. I meant to tell you once we started dating, so many times. But I could never get the words out. You’re the first person I’ve ever told about them.  It’s so hard to talk about, even now.”

She turned her eyes away from the graves to look at me beseechingly. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, Will.”

I looked into her eyes and saw a still-raw pain.

“Asena, I know this has been hard for you.  I forgive you. But they would be proud of you.  I know they would, you’re amazing,” I said, meaning every word.

“Thank you, Will,” she said, leaning into me. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

We sat there for a long time after that, just sitting there, not even talking.  When we finally left, we went to Asena’s apartment and laid on the couch together.

Several months later, the wedding was finally starting.  I was so nervous, especially when Renna evicted me from the room so she could dress Asena up.  Who thought of the rule that the groom can’t see the bride before the wedding?

When I saw Asena walking down the aisle, my nerves were gone.  I knew that my life was starting, that it was going to be wonderful.  All because of that beautiful woman walking towards me, in a pure white wedding dress.  I knew, and I was right. My life has never been better.

I hope you enjoyed my first published short story!  Thank you for reading!

Yours in writing,

Adrienne Parker

Quote #35

start where you are, use what you have, do what you can. motivational quote, words of wisdom, quotes about self care, quotes about success, words of wisdom, words of encouragement, inspirational quote, quote of the day, quote about working hard, workout quote

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First, I have something that isn’t really related to this quote.  I know I’m probably being really confusing with this blog, I’m still trying to figure out what to do.  I keep doing new things, and I’m jumping around a lot.  Thing is, I enjoy what I write about.  The unsolved mysteries, the quotes, book reviews, my poetry, (soon to be) my short stories, and (also soon) a couple travel guides.  I have a LOT of other ideas, too, so I’ll be doing a lot of crazy things.  They are all connected because I love them, they’re my passions!  Thanks for listening to my rambling!

So, this quote.  I agree with this, I think.  My music teacher once told my whole band class, “You can’t start where you’re not.”  He meant that you have to start at the beginning.  So I believe this quote when it says, “Start where you are.”  You can’t start at the end (except on mazes XD).  Definitely, use what you have!  You can’t do everything with absolutely NO help!  Finally, do what you can.  This is kind of vague, I don’t know exactly what they mean by that.  But definitely, you should do everything you can to help other people, not to mention yourself.  There are loads of ways to help other people, but don’t forget about YOU.

Yours in writing,

Adrienne Parker

Quote #34

The 50 Best Quotes About Strength To Get You Throu... - #affirmations #Quotes #Strength #Throu

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I specifically chose a quote about strength today.  I agree with this quote the longer I think about it.  Obviously, you people are smart enough to understand the metaphors happening in this quote, but I’ll discuss it anyways.  Storms are the hard parts in your life, trust me there will be hard parts, no matter how high you think your throne is, you’ll be rained on.  If you are the tree, the storms make you stronger.  Personally, I find storms to be beautiful, the rain is amazing.  It brings new life, makes everything stronger.  Even in the bad things that happen to you, there is beauty in the terrible things.  Just because you are tired of fighting, doesn’t mean that you’re ready to quit.  You just need a new weapon, something to fight with.  These things are love, confidence, and pure will-power!  You don’t need to be perfect, no one is!  You may think that you’re just making everyone miserable by being here on this earth, but no matter who you are, you have people who care about you.  I haven’t said this enough, but if you ever want to talk about problems you may be facing, I’m always here.  Fill out the information in the “Contact” section and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.

This quote goes out to some very special young ladies.  You three know who you are, if you’re reading this.  Thank you for inspiring me to be me, you have really changed my life!

Yours in writing,

Adrienne Parker

Unsolved Mysteries; Dyatlov Pass

On January 23, 1959, nine hikers set off on a hike through the Ural Mountains.  One hiker of the ten had remained behind.  The students were led by Igor Dyatlov, who the pass was named after succeeding the incident.  After the hikers failed to return home at their set date, authorities led by the hiker who remained behind searched where they thought the hiker’s path was.  After a while, they found the tent of the hikers.  The tent had been ripped open, from the inside, with all their supplies still inside.  Miles away from the campsite, a couple of the bodies were found.  It was assumed that these hikers had died form hypothermia, as they were not dressed for the arctic temperatures.  Farther along, the rest of the bodies were discovered.  They had received extreme external damage and died from it.  The wounds on the hikers with external damage were not wounds from any animal, experts say.

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Many theories surround the Dyatlov Pass incident, many containing the abnormal.  Some think that a Yeti stalks the Ural Mountains, and the hikers stumbled upon it.  Some think that aliens had killed them.  Some of the theories, however, say an avalanche or a hurricane, though this does not cover all of the evidence.  Why would the hikers have fled the relative safety of the tent with no clothes, why didn’t they return?

Another popular theory is the infrasound panic theory.  Donnie Eichar said in his 2013 book, “Dead Mountain: The Untold True Story of the Dyatlov Pass Incident,” that a combination of the curve of the mountains around the campsite and high winds had caused a strange sound, causing the hikers to flee.  They had then gone too far, some dying of hypothermia, others dying after falling into the ravines where they were found.

People are stumped by the hiker’s evidence.  All of the hikers had journals and cameras.  The last photograph they took was of a bright beam of light.  The journal entries stopped the same day the photograph was taken.

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Some theories say that this bright beam of light had caused the hikers to flee their tent, and eventually lead them to their deaths.  This theory has holes, though.  Why would the hikers run away from a light, why didn’t they dress warmer, why didn’t they return?

I think the most likely theory is Donnie Eichar’s, even though it also has some fractures in the logic.  Why didn’t the hikers turn around sooner to go back to the tent, why did they forget to dress for the sub-zero temperatures, and why was their external damage so severe?

Yours in writing,

Adrienne Parker

Unsolved Mysteries; Elisa Lam

Elisa Lam, age 21, was staying at the Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles, California.  She disappeared on January 31, 2013, but was not discovered until several weeks later by authorities.  After several guests had complained of discolored and a strange taste in the water, Elisa was found naked with her clothes and room key in the water tank above the hotel.  There are many theories about what happened to Elisa Lam, many of them confused by the last footage found of her in an elevator.

 

People were mystified by her strange behavior, such as pushing all the buttons in the elevator, or checking outside it, and her strange hand gestures that suggest that she was talking to someone off screen.  She also steps out of the room to look both ways before hiding back inside a corner.  Elisa eventually leaves, and the elevator door closes.

Some theories say that Elisa killed herself, although this is unlikely.  Elisa could have gotten onto the roof by the fire escape, though the employees never heard the alarms that should have gone off.  The hotel water tanks were high off the ground and extremely heavy.  No ladders were found at the scene, and Elisa was not strong enough to lift the top by herself.

My theory is that someone, perhaps someone she knew, had killed her.  When you are in a dangerous situation with someone in an elevator, you can push all of the buttons to stop at every floor.  This increases your chance of someone seeing and saving you.  I think that Elisa was running from someone.  That would explain how she got inside the water tank, why there was no ladders.  A murder would have been well thought-out, enough to disable the alarms in the fire escape.  This isn’t entirely plausible, because there is no footage or evidence of a second person with Elisa Lam.

To find out more about Elisa Lam and other theories, go to this website.

Yours in writing,

Adrienne Parker

Quote #33

Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. ― Dr. Seuss

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This quote it amazing, even though it’s easier said than done.  We love to stay within our comfort zones, stay with something normal.  If we have to leave that normal, our life seems hectic and disorganized.  But I agree with Dr. Seuss.  When something good happens, a blessing, it’s still a blessing when it’s over.  It still happened, and you learned from it, it shaped you that much more into the person you are meant to be.  I’m leaving junior high this year, continuing on to high school.  This is a crazy thing, I’m getting closer everyday to leaving my home, going to college, graduating, and hopefully getting a job.  But I’m going to cherish my time as a child, and move on into adolescence.

This quote is fairly popular, and it really is true.

Yours in writing,

Adrienne Parker

Quote #32

Books about Heartbreak: Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene

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Quote;

“The secret is in absolutely refusing to let the river beat you down. If I had to, I’d measure my progress in inches. One more inch I’ve swum—one less inch to swim. Once you know the secret, then nobody’s river can bring you down.”
― Bette Greene, Summer of My German Soldier

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This image is the cover of one of Top Ten favorite books.  The Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Green is a very sad story.  Patty is beaten by her father and her mother pelts her with snide comments every minute of every day.  Anton, a German prisoner, is one of very few of Patty’s friends.  Even though Patty is Jewish, she helps Anton to escape and shelters him.  Even though Patty’s life is rough, she doesn’t let anyone get her down.  She is talking about her mother and father.  She says that you can cross anyone’s river by sheer will power and determination.  I agree with Patty on this.

Yours in writing,

Adrienne Parker