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I had a rather hideous day at work, involving further evidence that the NHS is self-destructing in an alarming fashion, that managers don't give a shit about morale, saftey, rationality, or anything else except money, and that apparently being a midwife is more about dealing with red-tape then I ever imagined. I am getting more and more glad by the day to be leaving the whole kit and caboodle behind really. Which makes me sad. Cos I'm damn good at the looking after women part of my job. If I do say so myself. [/rant]

On a looking towards my future as one who writes note: dontkickmycane posted a list of 10 words and the instruction to write a 250 word story including all of them.



Write a 250 word story about anything using these ten words.

intentions
circumstances
rapacious
proved
joined
patrimony
powerful
resent
single-mindedness
retaining


I make minute adjustments to your veil, torturing you with brushes of my fingers against your face. I know I shouldn't do it, but under the circumstances, I need you to know that I still intend to love you. Your intentions remain a mystery, shrouded as they are in propriety and a hundred dollar make-up job.

Your father is a powerful man who has proved time and time again that increasing the sum total of his patrimony is of the utmost importance. I resent that his single-mindedness has led to your being joined in matrimony with a man you do not love. A man you could never love, if your claims to love me were ever true. He is everything I am not. Wealthy, educated, respected. Male. Everything we said we loathed, those nights we'd lie whispering in the dark after fucking til we could hardly breathe.

Your father's rapacious attitude towards money frightens me. I know if I have any hope of retaining access to you I must bite my tongue. I must "forever hold my peace."

"Please don't," you finally whisper, as my knuckles brush your throat. "This is killing me."

I want to smile and cry and vomit all at once. You love me, yet you are marrying him anyway. I shrink away from you so as not to ruin your dress by throwing myself into your arms.

"I will be yours until the day I die," you say. I want so very badly to believe you.



then it says: You try it and post your results in the comments. It’s fun, and you never know what else it might spark. Also, post it in your journal for your friends to try. What the hell. Share the insanity love.