Fruits of boredom

Seeing as how the up coming exams have granted me study leave to sit home and bore myself to death all day i am currently at my prolific best. (which doesn't really count for much) but which might explain frequent, mind- numbing posts henceforth.

More 55 word thingys that I conjured up in my head but can't be bothered to title:

Anxiously she contemplated the depth of the fall.
Butterflies in her stomach.
Terror in her eyes.
She couldn’t take the unrelenting fear.
It hindered her. It had to stop.
“Jump.” Said the voice.
And she did.
She was falling fast.
Then flying.
Exhilaration.
Her friends cheered as they unhooked her harness.
No longer a batophobic.
*Batophobia is the fear of heights

Her arm linked in his.
She walked towards her lover.
Looking him straight in his teary eye.
She smiled.
He couldn’t believe this was happening.
She looked gorgeous in the gown.
As organ played ‘here comes the bride’
The tears were shed.
He never expected to be blessed with a woman like her.