Carmen and Carl.

A small-town girl sneaks out into a dark forest, in the middle of the night.

Carmen was a small-town girl,

Living close to the nearby forest.

She found her life boring,

Meaningless.

She did the same,

The same as anybody else:

She was just breathing,

Eating,

And sleeping.

Sometimes talking,

Of things of no importance.

One day, 

Carmen got tired of her dull small-town life.

She ran away.

She ran out into the night.

Into the depths of the nearby forest,

Where she hoped no one would ever find her.

Inside the forest,

Carmen ran into something,

Something big.

She looked up, 

And got an idea of what it could be.

A cabin, maybe.

Only,

It was shaped,

Strange.

Circular.

Before she could think about it further,

The small cabin lit up,

Lighting up the dark forest.

She gasped when she saw a little man,

Exiting the cabin.

Or at least,

She thought he was little,

She didn’t know.

Odd.

She couldn’t think clear any longer.

She started wondering:

Is the man little,

Or is it me who is big?

The man approached her slowly,

Carful not to startle her,

Making her afraid.

He gave her his hand,

Said,

“Hello, Carmen, My name is Carl.”

 

Odd. Their names were alike,

So alike.

So odd.

Carmen fainted.

Fell into the little man’s grasp.

When she awoke,

Carmen wasn’t in the forest any longer,

Nor in the little cabin,

Or at least,

 so it looked.

All around her,

Clouds were swaying.

Sawing in the wind,

Oh so feathery.

Though, she should have been afraid,

Carmen wasn’t.

She felt…

Home.

As if she had been lost,

And had now finally found her way.

Back on earth,

A mother’s wail of pain pierced the night,

The Night of Death.

She had went after her daughter,

Carmen,

And had seen it happen.

Carmen had been lulled to sleep by an elf.

An evil elf.

The Elf of Death.

Author's Note

A random story I wrote.... (to a contest)