The Bad Ending That No One Wants To Read

Author’s Note:  On June 16, I posted a story where Elsie rides off into a thunderstorm with Ambrose.  I decided to top it with the most unlikely of scenarios.  Just because the thought of it was way too WHAT THE HECK? GAH! PLEASE NO! to pass up.  Fair warning: This is not for the faint of heart.  😀

Elsie walked up the long, winding drive.

Ambrose had moved to Seattle with Barbara for unknowable reasons.

Hildreth had joined a Tibetan monastery in Toronto.

And Elsie’s mother had married Barbara’s father. They were currently on their honeymoon somewhere in North Dakota.

Elsie was alone.

She reached the top of the cliff.

A mansion stretched before her, all ablaze with light.

She smiled.

“I won’t be alone for long.”

She marched up to the front door and kicked it open.

“No point in knocking nicely.”

She headed into the living room.

And he was there.

Mark Caten sat in a comfortably-sized wingback chair, reading the newspaper.

Her smile grew.

She walked over to him and swipped the newspaper out of his hands.

“Hey! I was reading about a delicious calamity in South America. Oh. Hello, Elsie.”

“Mark.” She dropped the newspaper on the floor and admired the man sitting before her. Why did it take me so long to see how gorgeous he is? “You have always been the worst person on the planet. I’ve never liked you, even when I worked under you. I hated you. But…” She brushed the back of her hand against his face.

He smirked.

“They say that hate is simply love in another form.”

“Huh? Who says that?”

“Mmm. I don’t know. People.” She kissed him and he took it very well.

As she pulled back, he smirked. “It’s about time you saw how magnificent I am.”

She laughed whole-heartedly. “We’re going to be so happy together.”

“Of course. You’ll be a lucky bride. Married to the epitome of manly perfection. No. Better than that. Married to the epitome of godly perfection. There. Much more accurate.”

She kissed him again and again. “Mmm. Mrs. Elsie Caten. I love the sound of that.”

“Yes. Yes. Of course you do, cupcake.”

Daily Prompt: Punctured Tire On Elsie’s Wedding Day

Author’s Note: Time for a completely unlikely scenario.  😀  Like, this is never going to happen scenario.

Elsie Vansing sped down the road in her souped up Mustang convertible.

Today was May 21.

The day she had been awaiting for too long. It had finally arrived.

And she was running late.

And her wedding gown didn’t fit quite right.

It’s all those hamburgers Hildreth has been making me eat.

It’s all his fault.

I don’t know why my mother insisted on us getting married in Pinkerlee. They have a perfectly nice church in Havaton.

Ploom! Her front tire exploded into rubber shreds.

Elsie clenched her teeth and pulled over to the side of the road. She got out of the car in her wedding dress and went to fetch the spare tire.

There was no spare tire.

She stared at the blank spot where the tire was supposed to be.

“Okay. This is doable. I’ll call Hildreth. Have him pick me up.” She pulled out her phone.

Dead.

Dead phone.

No charger.

No spare tire.

And there was no one else on the road.

She shrugged. “Fine. I’ll walk.”

And so she abandoned her car.

***

She was half-way to Pinkerlee when the clouds scooted on in. They grew thick and dark and ominous.

Elsie held her head with pride and determination. “I will make it to the church on time.”

And the rain came down in buckets and sheets.

It melted the hairspray holding her hairstyle in God’s good order. Her hair plastered against her skin. Her mascara cascaded in black torrents down her face. Her drenched gown stuck to her body. The hem of her gown attracted every bit of dirt and mud and burrs. Even though she was walking on the road, her dress attracted burrs. Somehow.

Hysteria slowly built up inside her chest as the rain came down harder and harder. She wanted to throw herself down and just give up.

She wanted to sob out her misery and drown in it.

A peach Mini Cooper pulled up next to her.

She gloomed a look at the driver.

He smiled at her. “Hello, Elsie.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Ambrose.”

“You look like you need a ride.” His smile grew. “You look like you need a lot more than that.”

“Ambrose.”

“You gonna get in?”

She opened the door and got into the car. Her gaze traveled all over his face, his neck, his arms.

“Elsie.” He stroked the sopped hair away from her face.

That was all the encouragement she needed. She threw her wet dressed self at him and kissed him.

He wrapped his arms around her. His hands moved up into her hair. “Elsie.”

She eventually released him and returned to her seat.

“Well. Where should I take you?”

She smiled love at him. “Wherever you want to go, I’ll go with you.”

 

via Daily Prompt: Puncture

Only Make Believe

I am a fey with too much emotion.
I am a vampire with a bad attitude.
I am a villain who everyone wants dead.
I am a fey queen who yearns for freedom.

I am a vampire hunter who is serious.
I am a vampire hunter who has a quirky sense of humor.
I am a dragon with strong emotions.
I am a fast talking girl who turns into a fire creature.

I am the drama in their lives.
I am their good days and their bad nights.
I am their matchmaker.
I am their creator.

I am a writer and I bring them all to life.

Daily Prompt: Spike In The Road

Author’s Note:  And now for a completely uncanon, possible future moment from my other blog’s story…

Isellta the fey stood outside the pub.

The cigarette smoke inside the pub was too intense and thick for his likings.

So, Isellta stood outside.

Robin will be out soon. He said he would be.

He looked up at the sky and sighed.

So many things have happened and changed.

Even Robin has changed.

He doesn’t yell so much.

And he hasn’t slapped me in a long time.

I’d say life is perfect.

The moon came out from behind a cloud.

Something shined silver on the ground.

Hm? What’s that?

Isellta came over to it and picked it up. The object was shaped like a stake, but made completely out of metal.

Isellta smiled at it. His wings flapped happily.

It’s pretty.

He moved it back and forth. The moonlight danced across it.

I’m not even sure what it is, but it’s pretty. Its lines are clean and smooth and they make sense. There’s nothing whimsical or fanciful about its design. It just makes sense.

Whatever it is.

He flapped his wings again.

It’s mine.

 

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via Daily Prompt: Spike