How's this for a story?
Panadura It’s going to sound kinda like a fairytale, but with the exception of the "happily ever-after" part. The story revolves around a witch and her beautiful daughter in an enchanted garden, adjacent to a forest, and a rich merchant and his son. The merchant sends his son every morning to the witch’s cottage, to obtain the witch’s herbs. And every morning, he sees the witch’s daughter, and falls madly in love with her. She’s not supposed to love. Once she does, the witch’s power fades. So, the witch travels to another place, to keep her daughter from the merchant’s son. But on the road, the witch dies. The young man and the witch’s daughter meet once more, on the road. She admits her love for him. They have no place to bury the old witch, and so they wrap her in a sack, and make a detour, back to the village. However, they don’t want to stop at an inn, lest someone there suspect something. So, the lad brings her home to introduce to his father! Big mistake!
When they get there, his father isn’t quite welcoming, and to test her, he asks a priest over to "bless" her mother’s body. To everyone’s horror, as they unwrap the sack, the witch has turned to earth–black earth–with a single stalk of a dead rose, it’s petals scattered over the dirt. The villagers gather and wish to burn the girl at the stake.
The young man rides off into the night with his lady-love, and his father unkennels the pack, in pursuit of them! They ride all night, with the villagers and hounds, hot on their heels, and they find themselves in a forest. They are able to throw them off-track by going into the forest. They rest by a brook, and they consumate their love, right there in the forest (meaning they made love).
They make love by the brook, on the forest floor. By morning, the girl discovers that the forest is the forest adjacent to their old home, and that her mother’s magic has not completely faded, and it was that magiv that guarded and protected them through the night.
She wakes her lover, playfully, but alas! He died in the night, and she finds a huge thorn (its base the size of her thumb) imbedded in his heart. Alas, it was also her mother’s magic that killed him!
It IS a short story.
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13 Responses
Oak
30 Mar 2010
Tom
30 Mar 2010
Pretty cool, but posting clips from a potential book onto the net might get them plagiarized… just a thought…
doubleair07
30 Mar 2010
So where’s the plot? Was what you described a condensed version of the novel? Or is this a short story? If you mean for it to belong, you have to have something going on other than a doomed love affair.
Personally i think you killed the witch off to soon, there is a potential in a good villan. not to mention the vastness of the world you created. the mortal world adjacent to a faerie realm has so great potential for culture shock on both sides.
Don’t forget a theme too. Themes whether it’s the standard man vs soceity is always help to anchor a reader in the story.
Blondee
30 Mar 2010
its good 🙂
you should do more x
breona a
30 Mar 2010
hey are you the boy who likes the fairytale?
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