Story Time:
Story was written in 11th Grade...incomplete working up to be a novel. It has such working titles as "A Cliche Story" and "Why Does Megan Write Stupid Romance Novels". enjoy
It was not long after the ending of the Roaring Twenties, and Mary Hudson was eager to start her life with her fiancé, Kirk O'Brien. He was a wealthy lawyer in New York, well known for his family's firm, and his swinger like attitude. They were on their way to Grand Central Station to catch the noon train to ship port in Maine. They caught a taxi from their small apartment on State Street; Mary did not see why Kirk was in such a hurry to leave New York. She said to herself in the awful smelling taxi that they would only be coming back in a week to prepare for the wedding.
As they entered the station it was filled with colorful people, caught up in their fast paced world, they took a bench next to the platform. Mary was uncomfortable so she clung on to Kirk's arm, feeling safe around him. Yet, today he felt cold and distant as he eyed the passer bys, especially the young ladies.
"Marianne?" Kirk whispered, as he broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Yes, Mr. O'Brien?" She lifted her eyelids as she pushed her auburn hair behind her ear.
"You will really enjoy the cruise. I swear." He remarked as he laid his head on to hers.
She smiled, and soon their train pulled on to the platform letting out the passengers from the last station. Kirk picked her up and they boarded fast and gracefully, sitting side by side with Mary he seemed disappointed with the change of scenery.
Several minutes after Mary had fallen silently to sleep; she was awakened by two young boys who swung into her apartment. She looked quickly around to Kirk, but like always, he was gone. The boys sat down calmly and smiled.
“Hello madam, I’m Stephen Marcus, and this is my associate Troy Gress.” Stephen kissed her hand, as Troy waved in delight.
“And…” she began, “What are you doing here?”
Stephen’s face became serious, and he stood up on the bench, “This might be a little hard to believe but, we are hiding from the mafia. If they check this compartment can you cover for us?”
She smiled, “I guess I could. Just tell me, my dear Mr. Marcus, why are they chasing you?”
“Well,” Troy chimed in, “Their uh, 'Princess' and I are kind of having a 'relationship'. They don’t approve.”
Stephen giggled as Troy stared dreamily out the window.
“Well, my companion will be back soon. So please respect his space he isn’t used to me talking to other men.”
Troy hearing this climbed over Stephen and looked out the curtain.
“You mean that man, the one who’s getting sweet with the barmaid?”
Mary quickly pulled her side of the curtain aside, and aghast she pulled her head back into the compartment. Her hand covered her mouth in disbelief. Stephen noticing Mary’s distress, got off his seat and walked over to Kirk, lightly tapping him on the shoulder.
“Hello, sir.” Stephen spoke acquiring a more sophisticated accent than the on he had in the compartment.
“What in the Hell do you want, pal? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Kirk snapped.
Stephen looked back at the peering Mary, frowning and looking at her beam with anger.
“I see that. But sir, you’re lady friend in the next compartment would like to speak to you.”
Kirk laughed flakily, “What lady friend. I’m single.”
Mary gasped and with that she had picked up his large business suitcase and bashed him over the head with it. Stephen smiled, and helped Mary back into the compartment, taking a seat next to her.
Soon a tan skinned, big eyed Italian joined them. Her hair was long and black, and her smiled overwhelmed her face.
“Noelle!” Troy screamed as he jumped up to kiss her.
“Oh, Troy, I have the tickets. We can get away now, all three of us.”
Stephen looked questionably at Mary, she reached into her purse and showed her cruise tickets. Noelle nudged Troy, “Introduce me to Stephen’s friend, dear.”
Troy looked uneasy, “Yeah, uh, this is uh-“
“Mary.” Mary interrupted, as she shook Noelle’s hand.
“Okay, Mary dear. Any friend of Stephen’s is a friend of mine then.”
The company had enjoyed the rest of their stay on the train. Their compartment filled with laughter, and general chit-chat of getting to know each other. When they arrived to the port they quickly began boarding.
Noelle poked Mary, and smiled, “This is how you start all over dear.”
The salty breeze blew back Mary’s long hair, as she looked over the dock and into the vast ocean below. Stephen stood next to her, and tried to break the silence.
“So who was that man you so brilliantly beat with a suitcase?”
Mary giggled, and looked up at him, “My fiancé Kirk, rich, famous, and the biggest liar in New York City.”
“Ah, city man, huh? I can’t compete with him.”
Mary stared into her diamond on her engagement ring.
“At this point,” she whispered, “Any one can compete with Mr. Big City.”
She tore off her engagement ring, and tossed it into the ocean. Stephen smiled, and reached for her hand.
Meanwhile, Troy and Noelle were mingling in the dining hall, enjoying their new life. Once they were alone Noelle grabbed Troy’s arm like she had something important to say.
“Troy! Guess what I found out. There is a chapel on the ship. We can be married!”
“Noelle, I’d be all for it. But we don’t even have rings.”
“That’s no problem. There is a gift shop on the ship too. They may be cheap but I don’t care.”
Troy smiled, “Okay, why not?”
As the romances were developing on the deck of the St. Maria, Kirk was in his honey moon suite with a cruise hostess.
“Jillian?”
“Yes Kirky?” Her Brooklyn accent extended past the thick oak door.
“You want to help me do something?”
“Anything, Kirky.” She tied her blond hair back, looking him in the eyes.
“Well there is this woman, who has a ring of mine. I believe she is on this ship, I need you to find her and get it back.”
“Sure. What’s her name?”
“Marianne Hudson.”
He turned around on the bed, and switched off the desk lamp, letting out a mummer, “Good. Get to it.” And fell asleep.
Upon receiving her orders Jillian set out to find Marianne, first checking the files in the captain’s quarters, after locating her name she went to find some other crew members to help her. Just incase Marianne was going to fight to keep the ring Kirk wanted back.
At the wedding chapel which only cost about 20 dollars, Mary and Stephen were ‘witnesses.’ The service was plain, innocent, and romantic. So romantic, that Mary found herself leaning her head on Stephen’s shoulder. After the service Troy and Noelle disappeared from the area, probably back to their room. Then considering the time, Mary and Stephen headed for their room as well.
“I’ll take the floor, Stephen.” Mary announced as she entered the room.
“Nonsense, you take the bed.” He pulled a sleeping bag out of his suitcase.
“I insist.” She persisted.
“I do too.”
Mary became agitated, “Fine. We’ll both take the bed.” Mary exclaimed as she walked behind a curtain to dress.
Stephen stared in disbelief, “What? Miss. Hudson, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure Mr. Marcus.”
Stephen quickly undid his trousers, and his suit, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Right before he crawled into bed, Mary came out in nothing but a corset and her night skirt.
“Miss. Hudson, you look -“
“Don't push it, Stephen.” She laughed as she crawled into the bed, and laid her head on his chest.
“Goodnight, Mary.”
“Goodnight, Stephen.”
They were only asleep for a few hours when a loud knock came to the door. Stephen rubbed his eyes, and jumped out of bed and reached for his pants. He had already stuffed his right leg in, and as he stuffed his left one in he fell into the door. Before he had completely opened it a burly man grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up against the wall.
“Is this the room of Marianne Hudson?” He grunted.
“No. It’s just me and my wife, Marie.” Stephen chocked as he tried to pull the man’s hand from his neck.
“But, Mr. Marcus, it says here that this is the room of Stephen Marcus and Marianne Hudson.”
“Last minute changes, Marianne Hudson is my cousin, she stayed in New York.”
The men looked at Stephen half convinced, and Stephen pulled himself from the one’s grip. They looked through the door, and then quickly stomped down the hall, leaving Stephen to crawl back in bed next to Mary.
“Thank you Mr. Marcus.” She yawned as she put her hand on his arm.
When Stephen awoke Mary was in the closet, and by the looks of it, searching endlessly for something. Stephen hopped off the side of the bed, “What’s the matter, Mary?”
“Oh, Stephen,” She whined, “I need to find something that looks like the ring.”
“The one you threw into the ocean? Why?
“Because, I know why those people were here last night, they want the ring for Kirk.”
“Why would he want the ring back?”
“It was expensive.”
“Well, can’t you buy a new one?”
“No, I’m poor. I thought I could just run away, but obviously Kirk won’t let me go without that ring back.”
“Don’t worry…”
“I just don’t want to go back to New York, Stephen. I don’t want to go back to Kirk.”
“I won’t let you go back Mary,” He wrapped his arms around her, “I’ll never let you go back.”
Jillian entered Kirk’s cabin silently, and quickly jumped on his blanketed figure on the bed.
“What the Hell do you want?” He muttered.
“I got some bad news.” She laughed.
“Okay, what is it?” He pulled the blanket off his head and turned toward her.
“Marianne Hudson stayed in America, so we didn’t get the ring.”
“Of course you didn’t! It’s on her finger. She has to be on this ship. We boarded the train together.”
“Kirky.” Jillian whined.
“I’ll go find that little wench.” He grunted as he put his clothes on. Then he left the cabin leaving Jillian all alone. As he made his way down the deck he passed Troy and Noelle. Troy stared at him, and a curious Noelle poked her head at Kirk.
“Who’s that?”
“That’s someone from the train.”
“Oh.”
“That’s Mary’s fiancé!”
“Mary? She has a fiancée, Stephen’s Mary?”
“We better go find Mary and Stephen and warn them.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Noelle made her way up to him in the sexiest way she knew how.
“Hey, I don’t think, I’ve ever seen a better looking man around here in ages.” She spoke in a deep flirty volume.
“And who do I thank for gracing me with her presence?”
“Noelle Duello.”
“Oh, Miss Duello, how may I help you?”
“No sir. I believe the question is, how you will help me.” She pushed him into a janitor’s closet and started to tie him up with some cords that were wrapped in a corner. Troy followed in, receiving a order from Noelle to check if it was all clear. He stuck his head out of the door and nodded, and they made there way down the deck Kirk in tote.
It was not long after the ending of the Roaring Twenties, and Mary Hudson was eager to start her life with her fiancé, Kirk O'Brien. He was a wealthy lawyer in New York, well known for his family's firm, and his swinger like attitude. They were on their way to Grand Central Station to catch the noon train to ship port in Maine. They caught a taxi from their small apartment on State Street; Mary did not see why Kirk was in such a hurry to leave New York. She said to herself in the awful smelling taxi that they would only be coming back in a week to prepare for the wedding.
As they entered the station it was filled with colorful people, caught up in their fast paced world, they took a bench next to the platform. Mary was uncomfortable so she clung on to Kirk's arm, feeling safe around him. Yet, today he felt cold and distant as he eyed the passer bys, especially the young ladies.
"Marianne?" Kirk whispered, as he broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Yes, Mr. O'Brien?" She lifted her eyelids as she pushed her auburn hair behind her ear.
"You will really enjoy the cruise. I swear." He remarked as he laid his head on to hers.
She smiled, and soon their train pulled on to the platform letting out the passengers from the last station. Kirk picked her up and they boarded fast and gracefully, sitting side by side with Mary he seemed disappointed with the change of scenery.
Several minutes after Mary had fallen silently to sleep; she was awakened by two young boys who swung into her apartment. She looked quickly around to Kirk, but like always, he was gone. The boys sat down calmly and smiled.
“Hello madam, I’m Stephen Marcus, and this is my associate Troy Gress.” Stephen kissed her hand, as Troy waved in delight.
“And…” she began, “What are you doing here?”
Stephen’s face became serious, and he stood up on the bench, “This might be a little hard to believe but, we are hiding from the mafia. If they check this compartment can you cover for us?”
She smiled, “I guess I could. Just tell me, my dear Mr. Marcus, why are they chasing you?”
“Well,” Troy chimed in, “Their uh, 'Princess' and I are kind of having a 'relationship'. They don’t approve.”
Stephen giggled as Troy stared dreamily out the window.
“Well, my companion will be back soon. So please respect his space he isn’t used to me talking to other men.”
Troy hearing this climbed over Stephen and looked out the curtain.
“You mean that man, the one who’s getting sweet with the barmaid?”
Mary quickly pulled her side of the curtain aside, and aghast she pulled her head back into the compartment. Her hand covered her mouth in disbelief. Stephen noticing Mary’s distress, got off his seat and walked over to Kirk, lightly tapping him on the shoulder.
“Hello, sir.” Stephen spoke acquiring a more sophisticated accent than the on he had in the compartment.
“What in the Hell do you want, pal? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Kirk snapped.
Stephen looked back at the peering Mary, frowning and looking at her beam with anger.
“I see that. But sir, you’re lady friend in the next compartment would like to speak to you.”
Kirk laughed flakily, “What lady friend. I’m single.”
Mary gasped and with that she had picked up his large business suitcase and bashed him over the head with it. Stephen smiled, and helped Mary back into the compartment, taking a seat next to her.
Soon a tan skinned, big eyed Italian joined them. Her hair was long and black, and her smiled overwhelmed her face.
“Noelle!” Troy screamed as he jumped up to kiss her.
“Oh, Troy, I have the tickets. We can get away now, all three of us.”
Stephen looked questionably at Mary, she reached into her purse and showed her cruise tickets. Noelle nudged Troy, “Introduce me to Stephen’s friend, dear.”
Troy looked uneasy, “Yeah, uh, this is uh-“
“Mary.” Mary interrupted, as she shook Noelle’s hand.
“Okay, Mary dear. Any friend of Stephen’s is a friend of mine then.”
The company had enjoyed the rest of their stay on the train. Their compartment filled with laughter, and general chit-chat of getting to know each other. When they arrived to the port they quickly began boarding.
Noelle poked Mary, and smiled, “This is how you start all over dear.”
The salty breeze blew back Mary’s long hair, as she looked over the dock and into the vast ocean below. Stephen stood next to her, and tried to break the silence.
“So who was that man you so brilliantly beat with a suitcase?”
Mary giggled, and looked up at him, “My fiancé Kirk, rich, famous, and the biggest liar in New York City.”
“Ah, city man, huh? I can’t compete with him.”
Mary stared into her diamond on her engagement ring.
“At this point,” she whispered, “Any one can compete with Mr. Big City.”
She tore off her engagement ring, and tossed it into the ocean. Stephen smiled, and reached for her hand.
Meanwhile, Troy and Noelle were mingling in the dining hall, enjoying their new life. Once they were alone Noelle grabbed Troy’s arm like she had something important to say.
“Troy! Guess what I found out. There is a chapel on the ship. We can be married!”
“Noelle, I’d be all for it. But we don’t even have rings.”
“That’s no problem. There is a gift shop on the ship too. They may be cheap but I don’t care.”
Troy smiled, “Okay, why not?”
As the romances were developing on the deck of the St. Maria, Kirk was in his honey moon suite with a cruise hostess.
“Jillian?”
“Yes Kirky?” Her Brooklyn accent extended past the thick oak door.
“You want to help me do something?”
“Anything, Kirky.” She tied her blond hair back, looking him in the eyes.
“Well there is this woman, who has a ring of mine. I believe she is on this ship, I need you to find her and get it back.”
“Sure. What’s her name?”
“Marianne Hudson.”
He turned around on the bed, and switched off the desk lamp, letting out a mummer, “Good. Get to it.” And fell asleep.
Upon receiving her orders Jillian set out to find Marianne, first checking the files in the captain’s quarters, after locating her name she went to find some other crew members to help her. Just incase Marianne was going to fight to keep the ring Kirk wanted back.
At the wedding chapel which only cost about 20 dollars, Mary and Stephen were ‘witnesses.’ The service was plain, innocent, and romantic. So romantic, that Mary found herself leaning her head on Stephen’s shoulder. After the service Troy and Noelle disappeared from the area, probably back to their room. Then considering the time, Mary and Stephen headed for their room as well.
“I’ll take the floor, Stephen.” Mary announced as she entered the room.
“Nonsense, you take the bed.” He pulled a sleeping bag out of his suitcase.
“I insist.” She persisted.
“I do too.”
Mary became agitated, “Fine. We’ll both take the bed.” Mary exclaimed as she walked behind a curtain to dress.
Stephen stared in disbelief, “What? Miss. Hudson, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure Mr. Marcus.”
Stephen quickly undid his trousers, and his suit, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Right before he crawled into bed, Mary came out in nothing but a corset and her night skirt.
“Miss. Hudson, you look -“
“Don't push it, Stephen.” She laughed as she crawled into the bed, and laid her head on his chest.
“Goodnight, Mary.”
“Goodnight, Stephen.”
They were only asleep for a few hours when a loud knock came to the door. Stephen rubbed his eyes, and jumped out of bed and reached for his pants. He had already stuffed his right leg in, and as he stuffed his left one in he fell into the door. Before he had completely opened it a burly man grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up against the wall.
“Is this the room of Marianne Hudson?” He grunted.
“No. It’s just me and my wife, Marie.” Stephen chocked as he tried to pull the man’s hand from his neck.
“But, Mr. Marcus, it says here that this is the room of Stephen Marcus and Marianne Hudson.”
“Last minute changes, Marianne Hudson is my cousin, she stayed in New York.”
The men looked at Stephen half convinced, and Stephen pulled himself from the one’s grip. They looked through the door, and then quickly stomped down the hall, leaving Stephen to crawl back in bed next to Mary.
“Thank you Mr. Marcus.” She yawned as she put her hand on his arm.
When Stephen awoke Mary was in the closet, and by the looks of it, searching endlessly for something. Stephen hopped off the side of the bed, “What’s the matter, Mary?”
“Oh, Stephen,” She whined, “I need to find something that looks like the ring.”
“The one you threw into the ocean? Why?
“Because, I know why those people were here last night, they want the ring for Kirk.”
“Why would he want the ring back?”
“It was expensive.”
“Well, can’t you buy a new one?”
“No, I’m poor. I thought I could just run away, but obviously Kirk won’t let me go without that ring back.”
“Don’t worry…”
“I just don’t want to go back to New York, Stephen. I don’t want to go back to Kirk.”
“I won’t let you go back Mary,” He wrapped his arms around her, “I’ll never let you go back.”
Jillian entered Kirk’s cabin silently, and quickly jumped on his blanketed figure on the bed.
“What the Hell do you want?” He muttered.
“I got some bad news.” She laughed.
“Okay, what is it?” He pulled the blanket off his head and turned toward her.
“Marianne Hudson stayed in America, so we didn’t get the ring.”
“Of course you didn’t! It’s on her finger. She has to be on this ship. We boarded the train together.”
“Kirky.” Jillian whined.
“I’ll go find that little wench.” He grunted as he put his clothes on. Then he left the cabin leaving Jillian all alone. As he made his way down the deck he passed Troy and Noelle. Troy stared at him, and a curious Noelle poked her head at Kirk.
“Who’s that?”
“That’s someone from the train.”
“Oh.”
“That’s Mary’s fiancé!”
“Mary? She has a fiancée, Stephen’s Mary?”
“We better go find Mary and Stephen and warn them.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Noelle made her way up to him in the sexiest way she knew how.
“Hey, I don’t think, I’ve ever seen a better looking man around here in ages.” She spoke in a deep flirty volume.
“And who do I thank for gracing me with her presence?”
“Noelle Duello.”
“Oh, Miss Duello, how may I help you?”
“No sir. I believe the question is, how you will help me.” She pushed him into a janitor’s closet and started to tie him up with some cords that were wrapped in a corner. Troy followed in, receiving a order from Noelle to check if it was all clear. He stuck his head out of the door and nodded, and they made there way down the deck Kirk in tote.