300 Writing Prompts in 30 Min Forum Prompt#3: Write a quick love s..

Prompt#3: Write a quick love story. The story must end badly.

I was 10 years love when I began to somewhat understand the concept of love. Some of it came from the movies others in from the daily soaps my parents used to watch. At such a tender age, I wanted to love and be loved. But I was quite shy and would be too flustered to speak  to any girl. But I do have my share of romance to tell. I was visiting my native place. My grandfather owns a huge mansion. But because the family members have gone to different parts of the country due to their jobs it's mostly empty. And rummaging around the house, I find this photo of a very pretty girl standing on the meadows wearing polka dot frock. I was captivated beyond words. I took the picture and hid it in my room. I didn't knew who the girl was. I would dream about her. I would imagine she was my wife and we would act like those kids who played house. You know the game where you pretend to be husband and wife and if there are more friends they become child and even pet sometimes. Well, I was on my own special hunt for the girl. I tried to find her as hard as I could and as far as my legs would carry. But sadly she never turned up. My parents were beginning to suspect that there was something wrong with me. Parent's suspect when the child would poop on the wrong side of the toilet. And here was I journeying outside my home in the scorching days of summer and I wouldn't eat the necessary proportions of food. My mom gave me quite a scolding and I went to sleep in my room crying, hugging the cute girl's picture by my side. It is quite common for a mother to console his son after rebuking him and so came my mum. And as she began to say "Sorry" she looked at the picture I held and she smiled. I was vexed "Why are you laughing" I said "Is it because she is more beautiful than you" and pointed to the girl in the picture. My mom laughed some more "Yes, and that is because she has grown up". And I couldn't understand her. But the next sentence she said made my blood run cold and so ended my romantic story. 

Wow! Kind of adds a twist to Oedipus Complex :p

Laughed out loud!

She had never seen anyone like him. She knew at first glance he was someone destined to be in her life. His eyes met hers, and they both smiled. As he approached her, she felt her hands getting sweaty,she was so nervous. Only steps away now, she felt like If she opened her mouth to greet him, the butterflies might fly right out. “Hi” he said and smiled sweetly She smiled but didn’t speak. “I’m Brian, your moms boyfriend, it’s lovely to meet you.”

Every night I follow my lover. Over the hills. Over the sea. My lover never comes back to me. He blazes a path of uncanny light that leads me over every plain. Alluding me for what seems like eternity, giving slight tastes of his return. Some nights while I sleep, I feel his warmth illuminate me. Giving my body a new hue for the idealists to see. Yet, when I awake he is gone again. A game of cat and mouse. I am in love. He leads a blazing path for me to pursue. Formed in his gaze, he was the first thing I saw. Now I just follow his essence. I never get to see his day. Alas, I am satisfied with this end. Knowing the light is there for me. Maybe he is looking for me too as we circle the orb of our children. Maybe. I guess that is why I bring the night and he consumes the day. The moon always follows the sun. 

Oh my goodness haha, imagine that. Clever twist

That was hauntingly poetic and beautiful.

This story is about me and my ex. She’s getting married now this June, 2018. I asked her the exact date and time she’s getting married but she wouldn’t tell me. She told me she doesn’t want to tell me because I might make a scene during her special day.
She’s so conceited right? I loved her but I don’t have that much feelings for her anymore that I would make a scene and stop the wedding.
It’s been years now but I’m still a bit shock how she can move on that fast while I’m still in my paradise land of her and me happy together.
Before she told me I was his “dream guy”. When we broke up she told me that she was devastated and waited for a long time hoping that we’d be together again.
I really don’t know remember why I didn’t pursue her back then. But now that she’s getting married, I feel like I want her back.
I think that’s a personal problem. I have a thing for women who are already in a relationship. Which is bad and I know I should stop this compulsion. I need to have more self control.
Earlier today I messaged her on Facebook and she mentioned that she was having a bachelorette party.

We speak in Taglish (Tagalog + English) and we always joke around like how we do when we were together. And it doesn’t change even if she’s already getting married. I asked her what I was gonna do during her bachelorette party and she told me I should be stripper. Moments like these makes me believe that our love will never change.
Maybe I’m just being dramatic. Who knows?
I’d go there to Las Vegas and would make her feel my presence. I know she would like it. But I also know she’s happy with the guy she is currently with.
I’d probably be very devastated if she was getting married a few years back, but I have processed all the sad emotions when we broke up and that’s probably why I’m not too sad as I write this.
This story doesn’t have to end bad. I can still visit her in Las Vegas, be the stripper and give her the time she will never forget.

Such an awesome ending. Plus, you're cutie.

Boy asked the fairy like girl if she could participate in the college's upcoming beauty peagent. Her reply he may knew already and twas a "No I don't have time for those things"....This was her only answer most of the time when he asks something to her...But the only reason to keep bonding with this arrogant female is the incident of last summer when he escaped the deadly road accident just because her right time of rescuing him! Indeed her regular negetive answers did make him go rude and in this gesture he asked her again a question "Why you always have to say no Maria? If my presence is uncomfortable to you then you may leave me" This time he wasn't soft sounding but a hardened voice...She detached his tightened clutch from her arms and left in 120 speed almost invisible in seconds from his eyes.... When his boiling blood went calm tried to recall the day when he had met her.....that incident, road, evening and a famous rrestaurant yess...he'll apologise today and a proposal is must...A text to her and her first ever reply "Yes I will" But no she didn't.......he roamed around holding the bunch of rose getting rotten in the pollution of roads...twas almost 12 am of night and her not coming remaind...In the highest peak of anger in his mind he head towards home and a sudden name made him cracked...he had recalled the incident, road, evening, the famous restaurant and....the grave yard...the silence of road was like he could hear his lashes tapping....he kept stepping in And on one of the pillar of graveyard was written, "Maria Dias 1940 - 1961"

A pure macabre. Although the grammatical structure of some sentences were little off. This is not poem. You cannot manipulate the sentence on your own will. In stories the english sentences must follow a protocol. Rest assured, it had every tone of a dark thriller story. The twist at the end was really intense and alluring.  

Very good plot line, but could use some brushing up on the syntax [excessive use of ellipses and spelling] Thanks for sharing!

Whoa. You paint a picture so well with your words. This is excellent, in many ways -- the plot, the twist, the flow. So, so good!

Thanks a little rough but 30 minutes is 30 minutes.