Werewolf's Lovesong

A fairytale written for my english class. supposed to be similar/mimic the Brothers Grimm stories.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a young man of a tender age, his name long forgotten for this tale did not happen recently. He was quite tall and had the body of a hard worker. The young man was of Irish blood and as such had brown hair and a trim copper beard. In the eyes of the local maidens he was quite handsome with his broad shoulders and muscled chest. He lived alone on a small farm he inherited from his deceased parents. It was all he had, not much to ensnare a woman but it was all he had and he was thankful for it. And so he worked his land, fed his sheep, and at nights played piano at the local pub. For most this life would have been enough with its simple aspect, but not for this man. He wanted more. Not monetarily more, but romantically more. He felt alone and did not understand why none of the Irish maidens could fill the hole.

 

And so he pined away waiting for the perfect woman. He would think to himself ‘Oh what long curly hair she shall have, and oh what a bright shade of red!’ and he would dream of running his fingers through her lovely locks.

 

He would think to himself ‘oh how beautiful she shall be and oh how green her eyes are!’ and he would dream of making sweet tender love to her body.

 

He would write songs of his perfect woman but try as he might none of the words would fit the tune! He fretted many nights away trying to reword and rewrite the notes till he finally gave up trying to put words to the music in his head. Instead he would take his usual seat on the piano bench and let the Irish magic flow through his fingers filling the small humble pub with his unsung love. The lack of words and the fluidity of the music would bring even the drunkest of leprechauns to silent tears.

 

One night when the bar was full and the crowd especially rowdy, the bar maid asked the young man to play his love melody for fear if he did not calm the bedlam, there would be no bar left! So he ended ‘Whiskey in the Jar’ and let a moment pass. He tried to image his perfect woman and when the image failed to appear, the music flowed.

At first it filled the tavern quietly, softly, barely audible but like magic it called the rascals to sit and calm down, to let it weave itself into each heart. Once the music had settled even the most rambunctious of scoundrels it began to gain power, becoming louder, more sure of itself and yet still delicate like spun glass.

 

Suddenly a woman’s voice pierced the gentle tinkle of music and the young man almost stopped playing in rage! Who dared interrupt his heart felt song? But then he realized, she hadn’t interrupted his song at all! The words she sung seemed to complete the composition. She seemed to know the words that he couldn’t weave.

 

Without thinking the young man looked up from the keys to glimpse his perfect woman and held his breath.

 

Instead of having long copper curls, she had short cropped silk the color of a ravens wing.

Instead of a voluptuous body, she was tall and lean like a long distance runner.

Instead of bright wild green eyes, she had calm grey eyes like ice.

 

And she was perfect.

 

His fingers stopped their dance and he rose from the old bench. The pub was blanketed in a hush as the strange woman kept singing her song that she seemed to pull straight from the young man’s heart.

 

The young man reached slowly to caress the woman’s cheek. I would be lying to say he wasn’t surprised to find her real. Her lips closed with a smile, and they kissed.

 

to be continued...

Author's Note

um... yea this was written for a timed writing assignment and we had to include three catigories, Romance/Horror/random. the random assigned to me was Music D8
so for bout 15 of those 30 minutes were spent brainstorming and THAT was what i came up with. the horror part will come in soon(thats tomarrows assignment, build onto the story we wrote today)

anyway i hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a comment saying its awesome or sucks or whatever ^__^

Reviews

[Arctic Fox]

It was all he had, not much to ensnare a woman but it was all he had and he was thankful for it. - you repeated all he had (its too repetitive).
So Far I like it and can't wait to finish it....by the way; the girl sounds phenominally perfect.