Post by vulcan13 on Jun 2, 2010 7:22:34 GMT -8
This isn't very good, but i figured i would post something just to start. Maybe I'll try a couple of my college essays next.
“What am I doing here?” Emma moaned as she sank down to the earth at the base of an old oak tree. “Why do I keep waiting for him when he never comes?”
“It is a question I have also asked recently,” A deep male voice responded. Emma jumped to her feet and whirled around to face the man who had spoken. “No need to be frightened,” He assured her, raising his hands palms outward. “I just came to see if you were okay.”
“Who are you?” Emma demanded. “And why is it any of your business?”
“My name is Evander,” the stranger responded calmly, dropping his hands and taking a step closer to Emma. “I live near here and have seen you come and go.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Why do you wait for him?” he asked.
“I love him,” Emma answered a little too quickly.
“Do you now?” Evander asked. “You’re not alone I think.”
“Why do you think that?” Emma demanded. “Why are we even talking about this? I don’t know you.” She threw he hands up in frustration. “Go away!”
“I would that ‘twere so easy,” Evander responded quietly. “But alas I too am waiting for a wayward lover, and I cannot leave these woods until she arrives.” Emma nodded her empathy, but said nothing. A silence settled between the two scorned lovers, neither knowing what they might say that would sooth the other’s heartache.
A single golden leaf drifted down onto the bare forest floor. Evander smiled a little, as if the leaf brought to mind sweet memories. “What is she like?” Emma asked, immediately regretting having asked such a personal question. Evander looked up at her and his smile widened.
“She is beautiful and pale,” Evander responded, looking out into the woods as though he could see her there in front of him. His brow knit as he continued into a more thorough description. “She is my age, not younger not older. And when she walks in the world everything is still and quite; everything sleeps.” He straightened his deep green shirt and leaned his back against the tree Emma had leaned against earlier. After a moment of silence he added in a hushed voice. “Or dies. She is cold and harsh and unforgiving at times, but at others she is child-like, innocent and playful. At times she scares me.” He looked down at his worn leather boots. “She can be quite frightening.”
“Then why do you wait for her?” Emma asked quietly. “If she is cold and harsh and unforgiving and unfaithful, why do you love her?”
“What is he like?” Evander asked in response. “This lover of yours.”
“He is tall and handsome,” Emma responded. “He is smart and reads me love poems. He tells me I am the only one he has ever loved and he promises me that when he graduates from the university we will get married.”
“Ahh,” Evander responded knowingly. “I think perhaps I was wrong. I am the only one here with a wandering love to wait for.”
Emma nodded but said nothing, she wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic in saying her lover was faithful or not. “So why do you wait? Why do you love her? You never did say.”
“I wait because I have always waited, because it is written that I should always wait, because I want very much to see her and know that if I do not wait now and see her here I will not see her again until spring.” Evander paused and looked out into the woods expectantly. “I love her because when she is with me she is mine, although our time together in fleeting at best. I know that soon, when I must go, she will mourn me until we are together again. I lover her because I have always loved her, and perhaps most importantly, because she has always loved me.”
“I thought you said she was unfaithful,” Emma protested. “You called her your ‘wandering love.’”
“I did call her that, but wandering is not the same as unfaithful. She is wayward, she is often far away, but we have danced this delicate dance for eternity and she always comes back and I always wait. Come the spring she will wait for me, and I will return. It has always been this way, and always will be.”
“What are you up to Evander?” A beautiful voice called from behind the wide oak tree. Evander jumped to attention and whirled around to see the beautiful woman who had spoken. Her white blond hair and pale blue dress blew gently in the wind. Instantly Evander was at her side; he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Emma watched silently and ached deep in her heart for her own wandering love.
“You’re a very lucky girl, Emma,” The beautiful woman said, as she took Evander by the hand and led him towards the far side of the clearing. “It isn’t every girl who speaks so intimately with the summer and does not suffer by the winter’s frost. You should feel honored.” Emma couldn’t think of anything to say, but luckily the statement didn’t seem to require a response.
Suddenly Evander whipped around to face her again and called back, “Your love was here not two hours past.” He smiled broadly at her across the clearing. “Remember to wind your watch.” With that said, he turned back to his lady and they both disappeared into the quiet autumn forest.
“What am I doing here?” Emma moaned as she sank down to the earth at the base of an old oak tree. “Why do I keep waiting for him when he never comes?”
“It is a question I have also asked recently,” A deep male voice responded. Emma jumped to her feet and whirled around to face the man who had spoken. “No need to be frightened,” He assured her, raising his hands palms outward. “I just came to see if you were okay.”
“Who are you?” Emma demanded. “And why is it any of your business?”
“My name is Evander,” the stranger responded calmly, dropping his hands and taking a step closer to Emma. “I live near here and have seen you come and go.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Why do you wait for him?” he asked.
“I love him,” Emma answered a little too quickly.
“Do you now?” Evander asked. “You’re not alone I think.”
“Why do you think that?” Emma demanded. “Why are we even talking about this? I don’t know you.” She threw he hands up in frustration. “Go away!”
“I would that ‘twere so easy,” Evander responded quietly. “But alas I too am waiting for a wayward lover, and I cannot leave these woods until she arrives.” Emma nodded her empathy, but said nothing. A silence settled between the two scorned lovers, neither knowing what they might say that would sooth the other’s heartache.
A single golden leaf drifted down onto the bare forest floor. Evander smiled a little, as if the leaf brought to mind sweet memories. “What is she like?” Emma asked, immediately regretting having asked such a personal question. Evander looked up at her and his smile widened.
“She is beautiful and pale,” Evander responded, looking out into the woods as though he could see her there in front of him. His brow knit as he continued into a more thorough description. “She is my age, not younger not older. And when she walks in the world everything is still and quite; everything sleeps.” He straightened his deep green shirt and leaned his back against the tree Emma had leaned against earlier. After a moment of silence he added in a hushed voice. “Or dies. She is cold and harsh and unforgiving at times, but at others she is child-like, innocent and playful. At times she scares me.” He looked down at his worn leather boots. “She can be quite frightening.”
“Then why do you wait for her?” Emma asked quietly. “If she is cold and harsh and unforgiving and unfaithful, why do you love her?”
“What is he like?” Evander asked in response. “This lover of yours.”
“He is tall and handsome,” Emma responded. “He is smart and reads me love poems. He tells me I am the only one he has ever loved and he promises me that when he graduates from the university we will get married.”
“Ahh,” Evander responded knowingly. “I think perhaps I was wrong. I am the only one here with a wandering love to wait for.”
Emma nodded but said nothing, she wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic in saying her lover was faithful or not. “So why do you wait? Why do you love her? You never did say.”
“I wait because I have always waited, because it is written that I should always wait, because I want very much to see her and know that if I do not wait now and see her here I will not see her again until spring.” Evander paused and looked out into the woods expectantly. “I love her because when she is with me she is mine, although our time together in fleeting at best. I know that soon, when I must go, she will mourn me until we are together again. I lover her because I have always loved her, and perhaps most importantly, because she has always loved me.”
“I thought you said she was unfaithful,” Emma protested. “You called her your ‘wandering love.’”
“I did call her that, but wandering is not the same as unfaithful. She is wayward, she is often far away, but we have danced this delicate dance for eternity and she always comes back and I always wait. Come the spring she will wait for me, and I will return. It has always been this way, and always will be.”
“What are you up to Evander?” A beautiful voice called from behind the wide oak tree. Evander jumped to attention and whirled around to see the beautiful woman who had spoken. Her white blond hair and pale blue dress blew gently in the wind. Instantly Evander was at her side; he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Emma watched silently and ached deep in her heart for her own wandering love.
“You’re a very lucky girl, Emma,” The beautiful woman said, as she took Evander by the hand and led him towards the far side of the clearing. “It isn’t every girl who speaks so intimately with the summer and does not suffer by the winter’s frost. You should feel honored.” Emma couldn’t think of anything to say, but luckily the statement didn’t seem to require a response.
Suddenly Evander whipped around to face her again and called back, “Your love was here not two hours past.” He smiled broadly at her across the clearing. “Remember to wind your watch.” With that said, he turned back to his lady and they both disappeared into the quiet autumn forest.