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 Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 6:39 am
She was young, and looked to be somewhere in her early twenties. Her name was Mara. She had short, bouncy brown hair, and her luring smile was complimented by the small dimples in her cheeks. Her curves and her soft skin had attracted so many men, but only one of them was the one for her. This is the story of that girl and the one ... just for her.
The night they met was a dark one. The only things that could be seen were the small patches of road that surrounded the street lights. They glowed every so softly, giving everything around them a certain beauty. She sat, with her back to the pole. Waiting. Waiting for him to come. Who? She did not know. She did not know when he would come. Or even if he would come.
But she still stood strong. She had wait there for so many nights, with no evidence or proof that he even existed. All there to support her was hope. That was the night she met him. The one. The only one. They met eyes near midnight, when the men started to pour from the pubs. Some exited standing straight and tall, but most exited not being able to walk in a straight line. He was dizzy, and seemed to be completely lost, but she knew it was him. The second they looked into eachothers eyes, they loved.
They loved for years. They married and Mara knew that she could spend the rest of their lives together. She felt as if she had just entered a beautiful dream that would never stop ... but really, in reality, she had just woken up to a horrible nightmare. They fought endlessly, and never even stopped to take a breath of life.
They hated.
It was on their fifth anniversary when Mara could stand it no longer. She gave up. It was cold and the breeze was chilly outside. This night reminded her of their meeting, seven years ago. She smiled, and held back tears. Sadly, she walked into their kitchen, and silently opened the drawer. She pulled out a shining blade, and examined it carefully. Her heart burned, but she could not bring herself to release her tears of sorrow.
Mara took the blade and walked into her room, where her husband lay. He wasn't the one. No one could ever be the one for her. She walked next to his side, and rose the knife above her head. With a swift motion, the knife broke through his skin. She let go of the knife, keeping it buried in his heart. He stuggled, but soon stopped. His skin lost its color, and his eyes had gone blood red with death.
Mara smiled and pulled the knife out of him. She rose the knife once again, this time plunging it into herself. Her smile remained contant, even as their bodies were set to their resting place.
She sings this song of the one.
The Song of the Widow.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 12:16 pm
How about you make this your journal page and put all your other writings in it too. That way the guild won't get cluttered.
P.S. I liked the story! biggrin
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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 2:26 pm
What a chilling story...
that'd be horrible, to find the one person that you love and then... you hate each other like no other. Ugh. But that's what happens a lot in America...
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 6:30 pm
Good idea <3
And thank you :3
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 12:01 pm
Another thing you might want to do since you're new is introduce yourself in the Writer's Gathering. It seems to be getting neglected a lot lately.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 6:36 pm
Awww...i loved it!!! biggrin *Stands up and applaudes* I have written a short story kinda like that called "Till Death" maybe i'll post it sometime. But your story is magnificent...very good!! Brava!!!! And i look forward to reading more of your work. 3nodding
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Codebreaking Autobiographer
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 4:04 pm
I think your story could have worked well with more description and length. While I thought it was well written for it's length, as a reader I think I would have enjoyed experiencing how and why their love turned sour in various memories and anecdotes.
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