Friday, March 18, 2011


The twisted scent of tropical fruit and crisp red roses scatter their way through the corridors and up the stairs into the ballroom. The ballroom is packed with eligible bachelors and bachelorettes. Elegant gowns flutter and caress the tails of dark mysterious tuxedos. The band plays 'New York New York' on their shiny spangled trumpets and saxophones. The crowd sways with each enchanted beat, as if the music haunts the most memorable moments in their lives.

The most expensive wine and h'ors d'ouevres are being served by waiters and waitresses in matching uniforms and white gloves. Glass chandeliers hang from the ceiling and sparkle through the entire ballroom, the essence of magic is present. Beautiful red silk table cloths drape over the glass dining tables and cling to the legs of the guests sitting at them.
Suddenly, the ship's horn sounds and a loud crash penetrates through the walls, a large wave captures the ship and sends glass and debris flying.

The captain comes over the radio and says, "ATTENTION, all hands on deck!" As if panic wasn't already sending hot pulses throughout the veins of those on board; the once beautiful and serene boat fills with water and eliminates any real chance of escape or survival...

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