Theme week 4

1. Write about it as close to black and white, just the facts as you possibly can.

I am wearing a black dress that does not hide my pregnant belly. Nerves overcome me and I can barely look at my soon to be husband. We don't even have rings. The woman from the town office forgets this fact and still asks us to exchange them. I don't correct her, just gently shake my head. She says the words I have been waiting for all my life, 'You may kiss your bride'. And a shiver shoots down my spine. We kissed and I hoped it would never end. I am a married woman with a son on the way.

2. Then write about it so that the basic facts are there, unchanged, but you throw in a little fancy stuff to improve the story--you make the girl a blonde instead of a brunette, you add a few horsepower to the engine, you buy a few more dollars worth of clothes than you actually could afford--all this done, not to lie, but to make the truth sharper and, if you will, even truer.

I stand at the alter, my pregnant skin radiant. My dress accentuates my every curve, and my fiance notices. We don't have our rings yet, but it makes no difference to us. The woman marrying us (I don't even know her name) works at our town hall. She agreed to meet us outside at 5:00 when she got out of work to conduct the ceremony. She said her fee was 5 dollars, we are going to give her 10. The woman asks me if I will take this man, I reply 'I will'. This makes my heart race. I don't hear anything else she says until, 'You may kiss your bride.' Finally, the moment I have waited for all my life. My husband takes me in his arms and we share a passionate kiss.

3. Finally, start with the same material but let it off its leash. It originates in fact, but winds up as fiction. Now the details aren't changed to tell the truth in a new way--they're just pure fiction.

I look around to see the brilliant flowers placed perfectly around the gazebo.  Each rafter is entwined with twinkling white lights, illuminating our beautiful ceremony. I look down at my exquisite dress and think it is nothing compared to my fiance's attire. He looks amazing in his tuxedo and I can't stop looking at him. Mary, the woman marrying us, clears her throat to indicate the start of the ceremony. She eloquently goes through our vows and then says the words I have been anticipating. 'You may kiss the bride.' My heart skips a beat and my new husband takes me in his arms. I feel his hand at the small of my back as he dips me back. We share the most amazing kiss I have ever experienced and the fireworks go off.