Hello! Sorry I couldn't post after a while. ^__^; I just got so busy...
Anyway, the other night I was thinking about this idea I had and I decided, why don't I write it like a fairy tale? That could be fun! ^__^ So I did. So here it is!
Once upon a time, a young man walked out his front door. He was 17 years old at the time. His name was John. You see, that day, John was just going to get the paper for his dad, when he spotted a young woman, standing in her front yard. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, but she'd seen him, and she ran back inside.
Every morning he went to get that paper, hoping to see her again, but he never did. For 3 straight weeks he fetched that paper like a well trained dog. But alas, he never saw the fairest maiden, yet.
At nights he dreamed of her. Her sweet blond hair, how wavy and perfect around her face. Her legs, though he hadn't seen them, were hinted at under her long dress. He wondered why she'd been out there that morning. She had been wearing a long dress, almost like a nightgown, and silky smooth like one too. For everything he'd seen, he hadn't seen her face.
He was distraught. For a week he asked everyone he knew about the mysterious woman whom he'd seen in that yard. Many said they'd only glimpsed her, and couldn't be sure if she still lived there. It sounded like a wildly spun fairy tale, but he knew he must keep looking. When at last he'd given up hope, he saw her. She was there, standing in her front yard. Her back was turned and all he was aware of was her soft, sweet voice, carried over to him by the winds. She was laughing now, and he saw she was staring at a little boy in the window. A sibling perchance? He knew he must take his chance. If he was ever to meet the maiden, he needed to go now. But he realized that the street was rocky, and his feet were not up to such a surface. He went inside to get his shoes, but when he got outside, she was gone.
He didn't know what to do. For the past month he'd hunted this girl, hoping to meet her, or at least see her. Every day, he gazed at that window, hoping she might appear in it. Every night, he thought about what he could do next to try and get her out.
He was hopeless. All he wanted was to see her face. He was sure that her face was so amazing that it would make a painter weep at the beauty. He knew that once he saw her face, they would get married and have wonderful children with her blond hair, and her eyes, as amazing as he knew they were. This dream kept him hopeful for the next month, as still, he peered at that window. He was losing hope.
Until, one morning, when he was just about to get the paper, he saw her. There she was, sitting by the window, gazing out hopefully. He yelled to his dad and ran out, across the street and up to her door. Finally he had the courage to do what he'd always wanted to do. He was going to see her.
He knocked on the door, and a burly man opened it. He introduced himself as John, and said that the man had a beautiful daughter. The man didn't know what John was talking about. He told him he didn't have a daughter, and shut the door. John was disappointing, but as he walked back to his house, he happened to glance back at the window, and saw nothing. It was as if the whole room where she'd been had gone dark.
He didn't go to school the next day, he was too depressed. He had no clue why the man would lie about having a daughter, unless he really didn't have one. As he lay in his bed the next night, he slowly drifted off to sleep. But just when he was almost sound asleep, a light shone through his eyelids, waking him. He opened his eyes to see the fair maiden standing in front of him, her long blond hair framing her face. Her face was unlike any one he'd ever seen before. He lips were juicy, like a plum, and red like one too. And her face itself, was so soft and smooth and perfect, like she had never been through anything. She was like an angel. And that's what he believed she was.
He was standing now, and he tried to reach out to touch her sweet face, but she dodged his hand. He asked why she would hurt him so. She looked sad, but did not speak. Her skin was glowing. She was perfect, he realized. Too good to be true. He told her that he would turn around. If she was gone when he turned back, he would believe she wasn't real, and stop chasing her. When he did turn back, she was gone. He stopped thinking about her after that.
Months went on, and nothing changed. John lived his life how he had been, and he even turned 18. But he never felt complete. He knew that somewhere, his angel waited for him. He yearned for her. He needed her with all his heart. It even hurt him to think about her because he yearned so badly. She was like the sun or air or water to him; he needed her to survive.
One night, a month after his 18th birthday, when the hurt of missing her was too much to bare, he lay in his bed, thinking about her, when a faint light appeared in the center of his room. At first, he was scared--he didn't know what it was--but he realized that it was like the blue light when the fair maiden came to him before. Now he was hopeful. As he stared into the light, a figure appeared, wearing a silken night gown. He sat on his bed as the fair maiden walked toward him. She placed her hand on his cheek, but instead of feeling the warmth of a human being, all he felt was a slight breeze. He looked up at her in confusion. He demanded to know what happened. Why could she not touch him? She was a ghost, she explained. She had died in her sleep one night, and she was confined in that house the whole time. Until the day she met her true love, she would remain a ghost, forever haunting that spot. But she had found her true love, she explained. It was John. She told him that the only way she could become human, was if he admitted he loved her too. He had no clue what to say. Surely these feelings he felt, when she was here, and when she was gone, meant that he loved her, right? He knew that if he said it, he would mean it. And he did. And after he did, a great light shone through his room, illuminating all, and she was human again. But to seal the deal, they must kiss. And kiss they did. Her lips were firm, but soft. Everything about her was soft, so soft. He held her in his arms that night, and never let her go.
In the morning, he introduced her to his family, and they lived Happily Ever After.
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I like it ^__^ I think I will have to read it again... I got done with it late at night, so I didn't have a chance to proofread... oh well.
Anyway, I hope you like it!
-Naomi <3
