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Wedding Poll Number One?

1. What is your wedding dress style? (I.E: A-line, Ballgown, Mermaid, Column,Empire)
2. How long were you together before the engagement?
3. What cut was your engagement ring? (I.E : Princess, Pear,Cushion. Oval, Circle, Heart, Diamond) Princess
4. Did you have a bacheleor/bachelorette Party? Yes I had a bachelorette party
5. What is your first dance song going to be? Why? “I wanna grow old with you” by Westlife. He is in the Marines and it describes our struggle with distance and our love for eachother.
6. Are you making up your own vows or using traditonal? We are creating our own. It is more special that way
7.What are your wedding colors? White and Aqua
8.What is your wedding cake flavor? Cappucino: It is vanilla soaked in espresso with whipped cream
9. Where are you going on your honeymoon? Rome
10. Where are you being married (IE: Church, beach, etc) Church

My answers:
1. What is your wedding dress style? (I.E: A-line, Ballgown, Mermaid, Column,Empire) Ballgown
2. How long were you together before the engagement? 8 years
3. What cut was your engagement ring? (I.E : Princess,Pear, Cushion. Oval, Circle, Heart, Diamond) Princess
4. Did you have a bacheleor/bachelorette Party? Yes, I had a Bachelorette Party
5. What is your first dance song going to be? Why? ” I wanna grow old with you” By Westlife. He is in the Marines so it talks about our struggle with distance and our love for eachother.
6. Are you making up your own vows or using traditonal? Creating our own
7.What are your wedding colors? Aqua and White
8.What is your wedding cake flavor? Capuccino (Vanilla, soaked in espresso coffee with whipped cream topping)
9. Where are you going on your honeymoon? Rome
10. Where are you being married (IE: Church, beach, etc) Church

Do you think my short story would be worth reading?

Well, I’ve started this about a month ago, and it is still not finished. I might try to attempt to finish it, I was really excited about it at first. But now I’m not too sure about it, this is what keeps me from finishing a story. Now I’ve decided to ask on here to see what others think, I’m basically my own worst critic. So do you think my story would be worth reading if finished? Do you think I should even try to finish. I want your honest opinion, also what do you think I could to make it better.

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The night grew darker and the brisk wind grew softer. It was a warm December, a December unlike most others. One would suspect the winter to be harsh at this time, not remembering how the sunny sky looked for months. With the summer’s passing, the tone of the day seemed more casual than usual. The feeling of loss one gets for those sunsets that one remembers getting lost in sets in. Some say they lose who they are in the winter; some even say they cannot even recognize their own voice.
Feelings similar to this continued to grow stronger for young Christopher Kelling. While he stood at five-foot eight with brownish hair, his complex attitude seemed to perplex others. It did not show his age nor did it justify his behavior. No one could have really understood why he came to be, or what his motives were. He was dressed in his usual way and stared off as he did so often. Thoughts circulated in his mind; among these was the image of the girl at the coffee shop.
The girl was attractive one with her semi-pale skin, light auburn hair, and slim figure. She was new in town and needed a job. So she decided on applying for one at the small coffee shop that was located on the corner of Saint Street and Winslow Avenue. A young aspiring author opened the little shop twenty years ago. He wanted a side-job so he could make quick cash while he pursued his career in writing. Having failed to find any of interest, he decided to open his own coffee place. The young aspiring author found the vacant small brick building, and happily went on opening his shop naming it Tyler’s Pace.
It was an average day as Christopher entered through the ivy-covered entrance. She stood behind the cash register with thin lips shaped into a smile. She greeted with a good morning and briefly asked, “What can I get for you?”
While caught off guard by her happy demeanor, he managed to answer, “Yeah, I’d just like a coffee.”
“Okay then, that will be $1.50”
While he handed her the money, he notice she still had that smile on her face. He could not help but wonder why she was so happy. She seemed like an odd person to him, with her happy demeanor and never-ending smile. It seemed like she had it all, though he doubted it. A minute or so later, she handed him the cup of coffee and he went on his way. Before exiting through the door, he turned his head slightly to take a quick glance. Again there she was, smiling happily as the next customer came up to order.
Throughout that week his curiosity kept on tugging at him, never leaving him. It wasn’t until sixteen days later when his curiosity reached it’s maximum potential, causing him to actually approach the girl at the coffee shop. It was two weeks into winter, meaning snow has already begun to fall. Upon leaving his apartment complex he fell into the view of his close friend, Alexis. She waved and seemed to have spontaneously reached a weird sense of nirvana when she ran up to him.
“ Hey Chris, what you up to?” She asked, as caught her breath. Standing, at five foot three, she was a relatively short girl with pale blonde hair and fairly tan skin. As she spoke, she seemed to always have a glint of hope in her wide green eyes.
“ Nothing, just heading over for some coffee”
“ Do you mind if I tag along?”
He hesitated before answering, he wanted to spare her feelings, but he knew he needed to be alone for this. Having her there would just make things more awkward then there bound to be.
Before he could even respond, she already got the idea, “ Sorry, I didn’t think you were doing anything important.”
“No no, I would love for you to go, but well…”
“ Well what?”
“ It’s nothing really, I just prefer to go alone this time, you don’t mind do you?”
“No, its alright, I understand.”
“ Are you sure?”
“ No , really, it’s alright Chris. Go on, we’ll catch up on things later.” They said their goodbyes and Chris went on his way. As he walked, he left a trail a of shoeprints on the snow-covered sidewalk. The imprints seemed unusually deep, but he didn’t think anything of it.
As he approached the coffee shop, the girl was already in view. Like the other days he saw her, she greeted her customers with her brilliant smile. Seeing the smile alone made him slightly uncomfortable. When he was just about to change his mind and leave, she spotted him and waved.
“Well well, back again
I see,” She said teasingly as he slowly came up to the counter.
“ I guess I have addiction to coffee then.”
“ Maybe so,” She was still smiling, “ So what can I get for you?”
He finally smiled back, “ Coffee.”
“ Coffee it is then.”
As he handed her the money, the two hands slight brushed against each other. Both remained silent for a few seconds, just smiling. Her strange demeanor didn’t bother him as much as it did earlier before. They were different, him and her. If their personalities were to take shape, hers would take the shape of a butterfly, A happy little fellow, totally unbothered by the world before it, while his would take the shape of a fly. Unceasingly flying, always avoiding when any little signs of danger came its way. He never thought of himself any better than the cowardly house fly. Smart as it may be, it still is unwanted company.
Even with that days passing, he couldn’t but help wonder, would she ever feel for him as he felt for her?
As he sat idly on the rooftop of the apartment complex, he felt the answer was no. Feeling slightly depressed, he fished among his thoughts for a more happier image. The first to come up, was the sunsets from last summer. It was seven months after their first meeting. They were sitting in his black 1996 black Ford Mustang. The hood was down, allowing the warm summer breeze to lightly brush against their skin. He had her in her arms; lost with the lingering scent of her perfume. As they explored the night, the music on the radio played as seductive soundtrack. The first few songs sparked a few moments of their lips pressing against each others.
They sought the night to be perfect, yet he didn’t feel it to be possible. He felt anger towards her . He was angry, that she seemed to be perfect. He was angered by her optimistic views. He felt, she has been living a lie. He still never understood why she is so happy. Though he was not a stranger to the feeling of joy, he still ne
, he still never really understood it. He saw the world as a destructive place, with wars, murders, and inhumane acts that made up the main headlines in newspapers.

What did you enjoy about Maui?

What activities or restaurants did you try and really enjoy when in Maui (not really interested in hotel because we already have one chosen)?

Did anyone sail on the America II and did you enjoy it? What was it like? or if you went on a different boat, which one was it and did you like it and why?

Did anyone try bodyboarding? did you like it? What beach were you on?

Did anyone try snorkeling on their own and if so where did you snorkel (my husband wears an insulin pump and can’t be away from it for long stretches of time so we would prefer to do snorkeling on our own) ?

What did you enjoy about Lahaina?

Is the local grown coffee good?

Did anyone enjoy driving the Hana Highway? Is it worthwhile to drive the whole thing if you have to get back to your hotel in Ka’anapali?

Anything else anyone wants to contribute would be awesome!