Breathtaking Beauty

             After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury he noticed... that he forgot to buy his wife some vitamin pills from the drugstore. At the the back of the store he saw without a doubt the most beautiful women, standing by her lonesome self, stopping to smell the roses . She took his breath away. He stood there in awe, he wanted to socialize with her. He was sweating bullets as he approached her steadily. As he came closer, he thought to himself that it had been 16 years that he had been married to his wife, what a long wasteful time. Now he knew that good things really do come to those who wait. He thought it was destiny that himself and this mysterious, perfect women were both at the drugstore. He thanked his unworthy wife because she told him to come to the drugstore in the morning, the early bird gets the worm. He stood in front of her, staring with a blank look on his face. "Cat got your tongue?" she said with the most melodic voice, like a thousand harps playing at once. She laughed, showing her stunning smile and turned around and elegantly walked away. He shook himself to reality and grabbed those roses she was smelling earlier. He pricked his thumb as the grabbed the roses, oh well he thought, no pain, no gain. He stood in front of her again, and with a stiff gesture, he quickly gave her the bouquet. Now she laughed and smiled, she was truly an angel sent from above. They both stood there hand in hand. She really knocked his socks off, they were like two peas in a pod. His wife would be so very disappointed in him, but he didn't care.....speaking of the devil he felt a sharp jab in his back, "Are you even listening to me?" Mrs. Mitty said, "I'm getting late for my dentist appointment. Hurry up!" He put the pedal to the metal, and thought to himself on this dark and stormy night that the grass is always greener on the other side.

Assignment #1: If You Could Transport Yourself Anywhere...

The "Unsinkable" Titanic

          10 April, 1912, there I stood, leaned against the freshly painted white railings of the mast Titanic, waving bye to all my companions and the ones I loved. I was so eager to begin my journey into the vast waters of the Pacific Ocean. Their faces fading as I drifted further and further away. The moment I couldn't see the shore anymore, I began my adventure through the ship. I was in awe of the massive chandeliers and the elegant stair cases. My room number was inscribed on my ticket: Floor 1, Room 234. Unfortunately, I couldn't afford first class, but that didn't irritate me, I was here to have entertain myself and make the most out of my time.
          Months before boarding the ship, my father spent excessive hours working overtime in our compact town's blacksmith shop just so I could have the privilege of this amazing experience. I worked hours at our farm, and took care of my siblings as well, taking over of the role of my mother shortly after she past away when I was only 13, my father thought I needed a break. I acknowledge him now for his extremely hard work.
          It was the fourth morning into the best experience of my entire life. By now I had realized that the Titanic was like a maze. No matter how many times I ventured through the different hallways of the ship, I turned a new corner each time. The name of the ship suited it very appropriately. It truly was enormous in size, strength, and power. I was indestructible, invulnerable.
         These thoughts flashed through my mind as I spent my last care-free moments on the Titanic. All I saw was a gigantic ice berg directly in front of the ship. My jaw dropped. I stood there in silence, frozen as the ice berg slowly approached us. I heard distance screams and the crew rushing and panicking all around me. Massive force and impact was felt as we hit the ice berg. Now everyone was still, nothing else could be done.
         All I remember was being rushed and pushed into the life boats. I just stood there like a zombie, still alive but dead. The faces fading away as we dove away from the shore was all I remembered as I now saw the Titanic fading in the distance. The ship dove into to the water, sending the crashing waves our way.