Writing Prompt – Day 12

Hey pals! Back for another writing prompt!

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Okay, so, moving on…

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Writing prompt, here we come…

Left at the altar, you decide to seek revenge on your ex.

my example :

Jess waited for her glorious moment to walk down the aisle. She could feel her pulse throughout her body as her nerves amped up. The morning was full of glitz and glamour, and she just knew that Trenton was going to melt at the sight of her. Seriously, how could he not with her long blonde locks swept perfectly out of her face, her shimmery tanned skin glowing with perfect coverage, and her sweet-heart dress hugging her perfectly in all the right places.

While standing outside the room full of at least a hundred people, Jess started to become antsy. The ceremony should have started twenty minutes ago. Trenton was usually fashionably late, but there was a feeling in her gut that suddenly announced a God-awful thought in her mind.

What if Trenton doesn’t show?

She peered in the doorway and glanced at the empty altar. No sign of Trenton. They had decided on him entering from the side of the venue instead of walking down the aisle. They weren’t the traditional type and what does it matter if he officially walked down the aisle or not? There was only one thing that mattered: They were getting married, binding as one at the altar, committing to each other for the rest of their lives, in sickness and in health…

Well, at least they were.

She could hear the whispers of her guests becoming louder as time went on and she quickly moved away from the door the moment they started looking in her direction.

“Are you okay Jess? I’m sure he will be here any minute. This is just what Trenton does. He’s late for everything. He’ll be late to his own damn funeral,” Sheila, her maid of honor, said.

Jess held back tears and the impulse to snap at her flighty best friend. She gnawed at her lip, smearing the pencil outline around her lips but she didn’t care. She knew what was happening the moment she heard Jeremy’s voice.

“Jess?”

She whipped around to see Jeremy standing there with an apologetic look on his face. She gave him a pleading look, desperate for a different outcome, but he shook his head in return. Her heart sank as Jeremy reached to comfort her.

Throwing her bouquet on the floor, she balled her hands into fists and pounded them on Jeremy’s chest. “No!” she screamed, “No! Don’t you dare say it!” Mascara flooded down her face. Pushing Jeremy back, she abruptly threw herself onto the floor and sobbed into her hands.

“Jess, I’m so sorry,” said Jeremy, cautiously.

Jess slowly turned her head to glare up at Jeremy. If looks could kill, he would be buried six feet under. Her hair was out of place and her make-up was smeared in random spots as she gritted her teeth. “Get the HELL OUT OF HERE!” She raised herself off the floor like a crazed woman and no-one dare said a word. She leaned forward and pointed at each member of her wedding party. “All of you! GET THE HELL OUT!”

All the groomsmen and bridesmaids looked at each other with fear and disbelief in their eyes. They didn’t know what to do. They knew Jess was hurting but the look in her eyes told them to take her words to heart. They needed to get the hell out of there if they didn’t want to be another one of Jess’s targets. They already knew that Trenton was going to have hell to pay for leaving someone like Jess at the altar. They could already see she was becoming unhinged.

Watching them leave, Jess hiked her dress up and stomped into the ceremony. “Show’s over! The bastard left me at the altar. I bet all of you are happy now, aren’t you?” She dropped her dress and pointed her skinny finger at her unfortunate guests. “None of you actually liked me for Trenton, did you? You guys put him up to this. I know you did,” she scowled. The silence pierced through the air as not even a breath could be heard. She stared at the floor contemplating her next words but decided against saying anything more. Instead, she scoffed, ripped the bottom of her dress off, and screamed as she stomped on it. Out of breath, she flipped the room off and stormed out. Marching down the hall, she found her destination and slammed the door to the room she spent all morning getting ready in.

Taking one good look at herself in the mirror, she suddenly felt mortified. Not at her behavior of course, that was typical Jess, but the way she looked was unacceptable. She was the type of person to never go to the gas station or to the grocery store without putting make-up on first. That is, if she was the type of person to go to those places, which in fact, she was not. She was spoiled, and high maintenance, and a drama queen. And she was damn good at it too.

She took one last look in the stand-up mirror, picked it up off the ground, and smashed it to pieces on the floor. She grabbed the sides of her hair, pulled, and screamed at the top of her lungs. Trenton was going to wish he had never met her, she was going to make damn sure of it. More than ever in the moment she found herself in, she was glad she had learned at a young age how to be sneaky and conniving. She already had everything she needed to take him down.

In fact, by the time she was done with him, he was going to wish he had never even been born.

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I got caught up in that one haha! That was definitely more than fifteen minutes of writing. I was having so much fun with that one! It’s definitely okay to go over your timer. The goal is to push yourself to at least write for that long, but if the story is flowing through you, don’t force yourself to stop. Go with it for as long as you’d like!

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