“Will you marry me?” the words tumbled from my lips without thought as I followed the trail of melted gold light which speckled Nicholas’s features, while we sat out on the porch swing. He let out a laugh which spoke volumes of his surprise, turning to face me.
“What did you say?”
I did not want to retract the question, despite the embarrassment I felt at being the first to broach the subject. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes that is what I thought that you said,” he rubbed one hand over his unshaven jaw, a hint of uncertainty appearing in the normally very confident depths of his eyes. “I think you have had too much to drink,” he picked up the three empty bourbon bottles that sat on the floor, and was about to move towards the front door.
I laid one hand over his wrist as he came past me, stopping his movement. I knew that if I did not say it in that moment that I would most likely lose the courage. “I meant it. I want to be your wife…” I paused, scanning his face for a hint that he felt the same way. I knew that he loved me, but that was a very different thing to wanting to spend his life with me. “If you want to be my husband,”
Copyright Emily Morris 2018
This is a snippet revolving around the further adventures of Aella Tharte. I created her for the Guardians of Time book. If you enjoyed this then please check out
Guardians of Time: Kids in America: Volume 1 at Amazon
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I'm a thirty something woman who lives in the north of England. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, creating stories both written and verbal since childhood. While studying at Edge Hill College, I got several poems published by a small publisher in the USA, and in Europe. I have been part of several writing groups, and done quite a few courses in a attempt to hone my writing skills further. I love reading different genres of fiction, knowing that the best way to develop my own writing, and my vocabulary is by exposing myself to the different ways that other people choose to describe things.
The most recent writing course that I've been part of, run by a published author, included a exercise in which we were challenged to read things that we would never usually even look at.
It inspired me to take up a challenge. Namely to attempt to read at least one book by every author which is stocked in my local library. I soon realised that I was being far too ambitious, especially given the fact that every library rotates their stock too often for me to keep track.
I've decided to instead attempt to read a book every day, starting with a author whose surname begins with A, and ending with a author whose surname begins with Z. It doesn't matter what the topic of the book is, or if it's fiction or non fiction, everything is useful for me at the minute.
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