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Since we've been reading a Gothic novel, let's try writing a Gothic short story or poem. All the elements you need: the supernatural, nature, gloomy castle, anti-hero, and a girl. See what you can come up with for a story!
The young maiden Rosie greeted the dungeon aglow
ReplyDeleteHer charming set off at sea, ships a-row.
He was away, at sea and at swim,
While she was in the cauldron dreaming of him.
The dragon seduced her and she fell in love,
The dragon took shape of the form of a dove.
She was deceived by the magical tales
That he told her while inside of her darkened jail.
The night crept in, darkened over the village
The maiden grew pale, her love pillaged.
Her rosie cheeks turned to a shade of grey,
And a melancholy shadow was cast over the rays of day.
No king or queen had ever seen such sorrow
As the lady in waiting, waiting for tomorrow.
Rosie grew weak and her skin fell further,
Towards the conclusion that no one would ever sooth her.
But just as she was on her dying bed
Charming flew up and lifted her head.
He had defeated the dragon and defeated the clouds,
He had come to claim her, and he changed the ground
Into a floating euphoria of lands newly found.
There they lived together and always
For eternity they ran through the lightened hallways.
They looked upon the earth to greet and to grow,
They became the eternal sun, an ending shadow.
They lived in the heavens and so the tale was told
Of the effervescent lovers that never grew old.
It was a dark and stormy night. The air was filled with the roaring winds and the rain seemed to come down in great sheets. The air was warm, but the storm pushed all of that happiness of the summer through the valleys and into the darkness of the mountains. The town of Zelmar was usually rainy this time of year, but never this bad. The trees began to creek as the winds pounded at their trunks and crushed their branches. Leaves and other debris were sent through the town, but that was not all that had arrived. A young stranger had been traveling through this storm for sometime now and had finally come upon this little town. She decided to stay in this town until she had rested. However, as time went on she decided that she enjoyed this small town and would make it her new home. The townspeople of this town could no longer leave their town or they would be sent by the winds into the eternal darkness of the storm. The girl was the maker of these storms, and depending on her mood, the madder she was the worse the storm got. Everyone of Zelmar were now prisoners of the Girl of the Traveling Storm. Who would help them?
ReplyDeleteHe was there, but at the same time so far away. Never before had she felt so along.
ReplyDeleteEvery night she could see him lying in their bed, but every morning he was gone.
Her name was Molly. She was a widow that was left behind when her husband died in the war.
Everyday people saw her sitting by herself at the big stone at the river. The river was so beautiful and the surroundings so open. It could be the paradise in life and for her it was a place of memories. Good and lovely memories.
The old house they had lived in throughout all this years, that once was the most beautiful house in the neighborhood, was now just a hovel.
Her husbands’ best friend had lurked her of all their money when her husband didn’t returned from the war. Now she had nothing left but the old house and her memories.
She never found happiness again and a few years later an old woman found her lying peacefully on the big stone. She didn’t have to suffer anymore. The lovers were brought together in a better place where they could care for each other to the end of time.
/Jennifer
The air was dense and foggy, and the moon was shrouded in a thick layer of clouds. I was wandering home from ten o'clock mass, and I took a shortcut through the graveyard. I paused at the outer edge under a large weeping willow tree. I had become short of breath, for the night air was thick and I was trying to make haste. I carried with me an oil lantern with which to discern the path homeward. From my place under the willow tree, I would, in brighter weather, be able to see my homestead. My little cottage was seated at the top of a large hill, amongst much farmland and a massive marsh. As I stated before, I was standing underneath the weeping willow tree, catching my breath, when I heard a soft sigh, not of mother nature, for not a whisper of wind could be heard that night. But rather, of something inhuman, or perhaps once human. I felt a shiver run down my spine and a cold sweat dampen my frame. I held up my lantern and glanced around, and, forgeting that I was out of breath, broke out in a quick jog homeward. I had just made it through the graveyard and was trying to dicern the path that would lead me to my door, when I felt again the sigh, and heard once more the whisper. 'The night is playing tricks on me,' I thought to myself. But my mind was convinced that some supernatural beast was after me. I ran. I stumbled once and gained my footing, I stumbled once more and fell, splattering myself in mud, and breaking my lantern. Then again! I felt the sigh, heard the whisper! "B. Johnson," it said to me. "Why have you left me?.... Why have you gone?...." Over and over the questions repeated, until I had quite gone mad. "I'm sorry!" I screamed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" At that point I may have blacked out, for the next thing I remember is an icy hand holding mine, and a young girls face hovering over me. "B. Johnson," she said, "you have come at last."
ReplyDeleteOk that wasn't the greatest! But hey. It's Tuesday ;)
The moss sunk below the young girls feet as she ran along the bank, slipping slightly in the mud. Another crack of thunder split across the darkening sky. The river veered suddenly along with the bank and unprepared for the change the girl lost her footing and stubled into the muddy water. The cold shocked her and for a moment her limbs wouldn't respond and she sank below the surface. At the bottom of the river she opened her eyes and saw a pale figure, some sort of apparation.
ReplyDeleteShe began thrashing about, but her mind was already disoriented and her lungs about to give out. Suddenly she felt a storng pair of hands pulled her out of the water. Gasping for breath on the grass, se looked up at the face that belonged to her rescurer.
It was a young man, about 25 years old. He had a handsome face, besides a macabre scar running through his left eye.
He dragged her to her feet and let go of her wrist.
"Thank..thank you." the girl stammered still shaken by her near death experience and the encounter with the eering being at the bottom of the river.
A dark shadow crossed the man's face and he said gruffly "You shouldn't be wandering around these parts, you silly girl. Especially not in a storm like this one. Go up to that castle there and stay until the storm passes."
"but what are you doing out here? She questioned
"Protecting my land"
"From what?"
He didn't answer at first, and so the girl started to the castle. After she took a few steps she heard a reply in barely a whisper...and as she turned around the face the man he was gone, but the memory of what he said still echoed in her mind.
"ghosts"
in a dark dongeon there she waits,
ReplyDeletefor someone anyone to restore her faits.
Shes been there a while,
awaiting for survival,
She has wide blue eyes,
and silky blonde hair that goes down to her thighs,
she is graceful, petite, and sweet as can be,
but thats just a known fact that anyone can see,
she is trapped, oh very trapped way up high,
waiting for a masculan strong guy,
she watches from her window,
of the great defeats,
and she wonders if she will always be bed ridden to these sheets,
After a while, she soon gave up hope,
and stopped looking out her window, for do they ever win? nope.
She got bored and depressed as she fell into a deep sleep,
not knowing how long she could keep,
She dreampt about these men,
and often heard yelps, but never woke up to the shreik of "HELP!"
As she was slumbering into her deap dark dreams,
something soft and supple touched her lips,
then felt hands go down to her hips,
this was real, has her dream man come at last,
she woke from her sleep and found him aghast,
he was shocked by the beauty of her eyes, and they lived happily ever after not bearing any lies.
kinda lame!
jenni gust
the supernatural, nature, gloomy castle, anti-hero, and a girl
ReplyDeleteIn a magical swamp, there lived a rumptikahn. What is a rumptikahn? Well, it's nothing else but a squirrel/frog like creature with attenaes. The finest rumptikahn in all the land was "Maple Tree." An average class citizen, "Green Clover" was in love with Maple Tree. They grew up together, but Maple Tree stopped talking to him after the disaster. An evil Zwork cast a spell on the swamp and that all the living creatures became the ugly rumptikahns, and they could never live anywhere else but the gloomy swamps. One day a little girl ran away from her parents. She found herself in the magical swamp. Green Clover asked for a kiss, and the little girl kissed her. Instantly Green Clover's curse was broken and turned into a very attractive cat. Maple Tree also got a kiss from the girl, but she turned into an ugly little spider. Green Clover was still in love with her, though. So for the rest of their time, the cat carried the ugly little spider on his back where ever he went. The end.
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ReplyDeleteThe drive to Chesterwhich Springs was laborious and there was no sign of it ending. Lightning illuminated the sky, followed by the harsh roar of thunder as the rain poured. It was hard for me to see where I was going in the downpour, but I continued on despite the bad case of the weather. Legal matters had to be taken care of immediately since the late Ms. Devereux (God have mercy on her soul) had passed away three days before. Caroline had warned me that this weather was a sign to not go. She feared that, if I went, something terrible was going to happen to me. However, the Devereux family had been a huge client in the family business for decades. I had to set her silly superstition aside and go – it’s what father would have expected of me.
ReplyDeleteAfter driving for at least an hour, the car came to an abrupt halt. I tried to start up the old machine several times, but my efforts were worthless. I was forced to abandon the car, wherever the hell I was, to seek for a place to stay until the storm passed. With no umbrella to keep me from being soaked in rainwater, I trudged my way through the muddy ground as the cold wind threw me left and right. Suddenly, a large tree was struck by lightning and fell onto the road with a loud crash. I cursed the tree and the storm and, right at that moment, I had given up all hope of finding shelter.
My cap then flew off my head. Although I couldn’t see it in the dark, I ran after where I thought it had flown off to. One minute I felt the mud gush into my shoes, the next I was tripping on tree trunks and large stones. As I continued to chase after the cap, the lightning struck faster and faster with every step I took. It was then I realized how childish it was of me to run off like that in the middle of a storm like this. Fear then ran through my body as I leaned on a stone with curved edges and I began to shiver. I had no idea where I was, and the chances of me living were slim.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flickering bright light. Immediately, I jumped to my feet and walked toward the light. It was a sign from Heaven! I thanked God for sparing me and sprinted toward the light. Once the stormy sky was lit up by the lightning, I realized that the light belonged to a huge castle-like manor. Had the light not been there at all, I would not have noticed that there was even a building there as the manor was black and all the dull-colored drapes were closed. It looked as if no one had lived there for quite some time.
When I reached the large doors at the front of the manor, I pounded on them as hard as I possibly could. There was no answer. I pounded again and again until I could do it no more. No one lived inside the manor or else they would have opened the door. Curiosity got the best of me and I reached my hand toward the door. Maybe, if it wasn’t locked, I could just stay there until the storm cleared. But, when I reached forward, my hand had run into something solid. Bouts of lightning lit up the entire place and a sickly pale woman appeared in the doorway. Without saying a single word, she motioned me to come in as she gazed at me with those ice blue eyes of hers.