This month everybody got to write a lovely Love Story. But they couldn't write just a normal story. It had to be one with a twisted end! Did they match that task? Go and read it for yourselves!
By Ariella McManusIt was the kind of day that cause poets to weep tears of joy and artists to break out in songs of sheer happiness. The sun shone with buttery softness, the emerald grasses of the meadow where we strolled fluttered gently in response to the kisses thrown to them by cool breezes, wild flowers in hues of every color dotted the landscape like jewels flung from the crown of the princess I felt myself to be, and I swear to you, even the birds joined in the celebration with a melody so sweet that it would melt a heart of hardest stone. It was sheer perfection, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world.
I chattered amiably with my handsome companion, the brave and stalwart Sir Jaimie Felmore, a knight of great renown and heroic deeds heralded by bards in at least a dozen provinces, perhaps more. Already his legend was growing to one of epic proportions, and it was no wonder. Tall and brave, slayer of dragons and all-things-vile-and-evil, Sir Jaimie was as fair of face as he was stalwart of heart--and he was betrothed to me. I was hardly a princess, but I suppose that an Earl's daughter was nothing to sneeze at, even a lesser Earl. Oh surely, Sir Jaimie could have done far better, but I was not about to argue the point. I was one of the fortunate ones; I was being allowed to marry for love. Many of the girls I had grown up with had not fared so well, and I had watched them bartered and sold to the highest bidder for land grants and titles, matches for political gains to men old enough to be their grandfathers. Cruel men, hard men, with harder hands and no regard for young girls with tender hearts and dreams of love. I was spared such a fate by my father, who some would say doted on me far too much. I loved him more than life itself, and for all of that, I loved Jaimie even more. He drew me downward onto the grass and we began to speak as lovers do, sharing a forbidden embrace away from the eyes of the ever-present septon, but nature soon provided us with a chaperone of her own. A cardinal bird, in all of its scarlet finery landed between us, spreading its wings on Jaimie's chest and shrieking out a warning. It was amusing and we both thought it a merry jest until a sharp beak began to peck, drawing out a crimson drop of blood. The beat of the wings grew more frantic, and the blood begin to spread.... "JIMMY, NO!!!!!" By Guinevere Avalon 'Hurry up J.J., or we will fall into a big crowd and I know you do not want that,' I heard from somewhere above me. Grunting, I clutched the steel fence even tighter and did not move an inch.
'I'm not going anywhere, especially not UP!' I yelled at my friend Susanne and glared at her. 'Also, do not call me J.J.!' I added for good measure and hugged the cold steel as my friend came to me and tugged on my sleeve to get me to release the poor fence from my tight grip. 'Oh, Jean, the view from the highest point we can go to is magnificent. Come on, you do not want to disappoint Michel, do you? You know how proud he is of being from Paris. You will hurt his feelings,' Susanne told me, playing on my weak spot that was my boyfriend of three years, Michel. 'Fine, I shall do it, but if I fall, it's your fault,' I bit at my best friend and took a shaky step forward. I had a great fear of heights, sometimes I could not even step on a chair, but to climb on the Eiffel tower, it was almost impossible for me. Actually, I would not even be in this situation if my so called best friend did not trick me into coming. Susanne offered her hand to me with an apologetic smile and I grabbed it tightly. 'You will not fall,' she told me and with slow, but sure steps, we started our long way to the top of the tower. I did not look down, only kept my eyes on Susanne's back and did not even dare to breathe loudly. I was imagining countless ways of how this could end badly and it did not do me any good. It took us 30 minutes to reach the second floor with my scared, slow walking. Then we took the elevator to the top, which was another five minutes. When we reached our destination, it was empty, as it was somewhat late in the evening. |
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