Story Book Romance A Life Time of Love

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A man stood on a bridge crossing a small river that ran through the city. He stood in the middle looking over the edge staring at the moons reflection on this unusually bright summer night. He sees something strange pass across the reflection. Just then he hears a loud bang, another, and another. Till he could no longer hear. Thinking they had stopped he looks up to see the city all around engulfed in fire. Pure destruction all around. The bridge beneath his feet suddenly flung him what seemed to be thirty feet. His breath knocked from his lungs as he splashed into the water, a boulder landing on his chest . He reaches up with all his might everything suddenly becoming so clear. He could see the moon shine through his finger tips and then a shimmer and more. It was gold raining down the most stunning thing he had ever seen or ever will.

Set The Butterfly free, The boy screamed with all his strength from across the courtyard. Everyone turned and went silent. Stunned to see a tear slip from his cheek and fall to the stone beneath his feet. It could almost be heard echoing, There thoughts before on only the winged demon girl in chains before them. The beauty of it only the boy could see.

    84 years later, a 100 year-old woman named Rose DeWitt Bukater tells the story to her granddaughter Lizzy Calvert, Brock Lovett, Lewis Bodine, Bobby Buell and Anatoly Mikailavich on the Keldysh about her life set in April 10th 1912, on a ship called Titanic when young Rose boards the departing ship with the upper-class passengers and her mother, Ruth DeWitt Bukater, and her fiancé, Caledon Hockley. Meanwhile, a drifter and artist named Jack Dawson and his best friend Fabrizio De Rossi win third-class tickets to the ship in a game. And she explains the whole story from departure until the death of Titanic on its first and last voyage April 15th, 1912 at 2:20 in the morning.     —Anthony Pereyra     After winning a trip on the RMS Titanic during a dockside card game, American Jack Dawson spots the society girl Rose DeWitt Bukater who is on her way to Philadelphia to marry her rich snob fiancé Caledon Hockley. Rose feels helplessly trapped by her situation and makes her way to

Scared of Attachments There was once a man the age of twenty two. He sat on bench in a local park on a beautiful sunny day. July 4th it happened to be. He watched as families of verity shimmered past in festive spirits. He sat and watched the day pass he began to wonder, just what was that feeling? Was it lasting? Was it something he already knew? or was it something he already lost?  The man sat on a bench in a local park on July 4th. There he still sits encased in bronze for he is a statue frozen in fear of his own attachments.

The little house in the hills. One Day in a little house in maine there was a modern family living a modern life. The mother sat in the kitchen Drinking her morning coffee, staring out the back door into the hills, well bacon sizzled on the stovetop. The childern Sussy and Jim still asleep in there beds. unawares to them the father stood tall in the street infront of the house unable to enter the threshold of life. For he had died years past in the wars which took the life of the man who stands on the street of the house where his wife sat and his children slept, 200 years past.

On a cold February afternoon I set out on my usually Tuesday walk. It was a particularly cold day in Northern Maine still rather common that time of year. When I stumbled across a mother cat and her 3 white kittens which I hardly noticed tucked under some cardboard boxes in the snow. Brought them home for warmth and took them to the local not so close Animal shelter. Ended up leaving with Three Unusual best friends. Love Exists it's just not always noticed.