Thursday, 16 April 2015

Romance Fiction


Romance fiction with Clichés


This is the moment that every girl dreams of. Finding her true love.

As she walked up to the top of the stairs and overlooked the crowd of dancing masks, her eyes caught on another pair that were as black as coal. Tall, dark and handsome was one way to describe him, she thought. He looked at her, gazed almost, like he knew her.

Before she could take a step down the stairs he disappeared into the deep, dark, depths of the crowd.

With her fitted mask on her face and Cinderella-esque dress, she descended the staircase and joined the in-sync dancers. She searched through the crowd to find her 'mystery man', but he was nowhere to be seen; she decided to let fate come out to play.

Heels danced, jumped and twirled. Voices, both tuneful and not, sang along with the band. She was having the time of her life; little did she know, destiny would intervene and transform her life completely.

 
As the night grew older, the band became more upbeat and the masks became sloppier. Alcohol filled, yet still with some sense of awareness, Caroline swayed through the dance floor.

She remembered the nights when she was younger, when her mum told her fairy stories. She read everything with princesses in: Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel-she loved them all. The thought of her Prince Charming coming to save her, still inspired her to this day. 20 years of age and she hadn't yet found the one, she thought of this as she bumped into someone causing her to fall to the floor.

"I'm so sorry." A deep voice spoke. She looked up and it was her mystery man.

"No, I'm sorry, I, er, wasn't looking where I was going." She quickly took the blame.

"Yes well however true that may be, you are the one on the floor so I'm obliged to take the blame." He smirked holding his hand out for me to take.

I stood up and knew that this would be a long night.

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