Moment of Truth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

In the year of 1864, Catherine Marshall's parents chose a suitor for her to marry, whose name is Peter Clark. Now, during their wedding ceremony, in Catherine's mind she doesn't want to marry Peter or have anything to do with him. Will Catharine be available to break off the marriage, or will she be a good little wife bounded to her husband until death to takes them apart. And this is short story contest for the quote that has to have a meaning behind, men are all wolves. :}

Moment of Truth

This is a man’s world

But it would be nothing, nothing

Not one little thing

Without a woman or a girl

He's lost in the wilderness

He's lost in bitterness

-James Brown-

Head Church of England


Catherine’s P.O.V

Today‘s the day I kiss my sixteen years of freedom goodbye, and be owned by him. The moment I say those two meaningful words out loud, which is I do. I knew those two repulsive words would lead me to my death sentence, because on this day forward I will be bound and dedicated to my husband who’s almost twice my age.

“Peter, Wilt thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?” The priest said out loud, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Oh no, it’s almost my turn to answer the priest question. Hmmm! I wonder what kind of cocky reply Peter will say.

“I will good priest. I shall make sure everyone knows that my dear wife belongs only to Me.” figures, Peter will do absolutely anything to put on a good show, so that everything goes according to his devious plans. Just like all the other suitors who are so eager to marry girls at a young age, because they get power and complete control over us.

“Dear Catherine, did you hear what I said to you?” The priest said, while snapping me out of my thoughts again.

I gave the priest a puzzling look and replied back, “No Father, I did not quite hear you.”

The priest lets out a sigh and says, “Keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?”

I let out a low gasp, while looking over at my parents, because maybe they might reconsider this rubbish wedding.

But as it turns out, they were only giving me death glares that went straight into my soul.

I let out a quick hiss, because I can’t believe my parents are letting me marry this wolf here, all Peter wants to do is have his way with me and devour all of my innocence’s I have left.

Why can’t my parent’s see that he’s the devil behind this sophisticated facade mask?

Well anyways, since I’m completely on my own here. I better get this over with and say the words everyone’s so eager to hear from me.

I took in a deep breath and say, “I do,” to the priest.

And when the priest gets to the final lines, you may now kiss the bride, at that moment all I wanted to do was throw up right on Peter’s luxurious shoes.

I started to flinch back a little when Peter puts his lips on mine, and as I tasted his lips. I didn’t feel anything; all it felt to me was like champagne of wine with no flavor or taste.

As Peter breaks the kiss, he leaps down to my height and whispers possessively in my ear.

“From now on, you will be my good little wife, who will cater to my wants and needs without any questions. But if you ever disobey me Catherine, I will make sure you will see the wild animal inside me that will make you tremble in utter fear.”

I wanted to shed so many tears by Peter’s declaration, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to see me miserable by his spiteful words.

Gosh, what kind of crime did I ever commit for this unfair and cruel punishment? No, let me rephrase that, what kind of crime we women or girls did to deserve this penalty?

“Mrs. Clark, my dear wife. It’s time to head out of the church and into the carriage which will take us to our honeymoon.” Peter says to me, while looking at my emerald eyes through his dark brown ones. And by just looking at his eyes, I can already tell he will be like a big bad wolf that will treat me as a little lame.













Submitted: May 25, 2014

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Little lamb, little lamb, come into my parlor said the wolf to the lamb... I'm now resisting with all that I am... He will be brutish & he will ashame; If only my mind & my body inflame... But he will not, as for me he cares not; His only concern is his passion that's hot... Parents and "Friends" they abandon me here; Trembling & shaking & all full of fear... (This just came to me after reading your story... If you want to include it within the story, you may be my guest... It is my gift to you, for coming to read my works & commenting & "Liking" on my works...) If you don't want to use it, I'll understand, & I won't bother you with more such tidbits in the future if you don't want them... Your work just inspired the thoughts in my mind...

Wed, May 28th, 2014 7:42pm


Oh thank you so much, i really appreciate your comment. i'm glad my story inspired you, also i always love when authors and readers give me their advice and opinions, it always helps my writing grow stronger. So thanks for your opinion, i might reconsidered your lovely lines in my short story, but if i don't a big thanks to you anyway. :}

Wed, May 28th, 2014 1:32pm

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