Friday, December 19, 2014

Story

There was a girl named Murl.  She was 25.  She had lose dirty brown hair.  Her eyes were blue.

She had a friend named Becky who was 15, another named Eudella who was 13.  Becky had curly dark red hair and green eyes.  Eudella had dirty blonde hair and bright, light, sparkling blue eyes.

The 3 friends went out together.  Appeared a man, embraced Becky with her lovely locks, kissed Eudella on the cheek.  He was 35.  He came up to Murl and lifted her off her feet, forced a drink down her and had her fast asleep.  He came to river deep.  In his castle her he would keep.

She woke up and knew not where she was nor could she seem to remember how she got there.  The man, whose name was Steven, said he took her there.  She was trapped like the French tale of Beauty and the Beast.  He said he felt a great affection for her.  He was a magician and philosopher.  He took off his brunette wig and appeared a jolly fellow with light brown hair and laughing eyes.  He said he loved her and wanted to marry her.  Then, he was beside himself and realized she felt too youthful to live a married life.  He said they would be friends.  She probably would not marry him now.  See, they were friends.  He said he would move in to her common house.  They found a room and she didn't know what to say or do.  There were journeys to learn of things far away from the clans.  He caught on well and told her of his youth.  He explained why he was so old and cold but really was very merry.  There were other people there.  A little girl named Susie was whimpering to an older woman talking her.  A boy was running around playing with other boys.  Murl joined in.  The boy went off to make friends with other warlocks his age.  Finally, they reached the ocean.  It seemed so empty and dark at night.  They walked along the edge with great confidence.  Murl was feeling uneasy, and while the boy was away finally one of the women came over to comfort her and put her hand around her shoulder.  She lifted the girl up and rocked her around.  Becky was weeping at the water's edge but felt glorious and grand, as anyone could tell.  Eudella was collecting seashells.  Steven steadied her and told her to watch out, for some waters held sea creatures nearby.