The man, the castle, the storm and me

This story was written on a rainy night last school year while a friend and I took turns adding a sentance to the story. I apologize if it doesn't make sense or if the grammar is horrible.

The Man, The Castle, The Storm, and Me!

It was a dark and stormy night when a stranger, lost and alone, wandered into the almost abandoned castle. I was the only other person present and I knew nothing of his entering for a long while after he had come. Although his coming was unexpected by himself and me, it was pleasant and long awaited. The presence of a friendly face in a storm can never do anything but good. I was conscious yet cautious of his presence as he moved about the palace waiting for the rain to cease.

I settled with the idea of having a stranger be a mediocre friend to talk to when I was lonely and nothing more. I refused to open myself to the idea of someone actually saving me from this castle out here in the middle of no where lost and nearly completely alone. When the dark clouds receded and the bright skies appeared I felt a fog of despair fall over my head at the fact that he no longer had need to be sheltered from the storm that had brought him here for so long. As I was entering the castle as he was on his way out, but he lingered a little while longer. He had already made his plans to depart but I couldnt help but wish for one more moment with this man of mystery.

I asked him to come inside for a cup of hot chocolate before he left. We sat and talked for hours and hours, he told me of his aspirations and plans, and I told him of my troubles and explained the reason I was out here in the middle of no where. I grew fond of his listening ear, and he of mine. He no longer wanted to see the sun but wished to linger in the castle much longer. Everything he wanted to see was already there. Alas, he had to go, there was no other choice. There was no way to stop his voyage from continuing as planned. As the time grew short he grew distant, afraid of becoming attached and breaking his heart or mine. He stayed only a few more days, but the days seemed empty and I longed for substance and a knowledge that he would return for me someday.

The day came, he left and I spent many hours even days in the castle alone weeping with sorrow at letting someone so special slip through my hands before I ever had a chance to know if I was in love. The days seemed so long after he left. His days in the foreign land so many miles away from me were full of knowledge, but empty of passion. Each day left him longing for a feeling he had only experienced a long time ago in a forested place far from reality. And so he returned to the place of solitude to rescue me, the one he had searched for so long, yet didnt realize who I was until it was too late. But now, now we travel the world hand in hand. Its the story of happily ever after. The story of trial, heartache, pain, and longsuffering; and all ends with a happily ever after.

The End

Written by Brooke Huddleston and Kjersty Martinez

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And that is what we do on rainy nights when there is nothing to do.

- Brooke Jean