by EmberThorn » Thu Nov 25, 2010 8:17 pm
ok, heres my story
The half-light from the waning-crescent moon filtered through the unclean windows of the chapel and velvet petals fluttered down in delicate clusters onto Bonita and Malachi, the newly-bound. They shared a passionate embrace as they waved at the band of people gaining distance behind the elegant white carriage. The two horses looked as if they were breathing fire as the water vapour blew from their mouths into the merciless January night and small ice crystals collected in their midnight mane. They were on their way to the cottage, left in the will of Malachi’s mother and father to the both of them. The horses were paired, the smooth-gaited dapple grey, Dawn hers and the high-stepping bluish black, Dusk Malachi’s. Once stopped at the cottage Malachi stepped briskly round to Bonita’s door, kissed her pale neck and swept her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold and into the petite living room, not ideal for the brawny build of Malachi, who did not share Bonita’s love for the miniature, charming look of the cottage but found great delight in looking upon the expression of enchantment that was clear in Bonita, head to toe. She found enormous rapture in exploring the house, running her fingers over everything. After taking meticulous care in not missing a single element of anything in the tantalizing house until she reached the glass door leading to the garden, yet unseen by herself and her mouth gaped open in sheer amazement of the vast garden set in a splendorous woods with an alluring and tranquil lake with shimmering waters the deep blue of lapis lazuli under the silver moonlight. She squealed like a small child on Christmas Eve and rushed out to gaze at it from the arch bridge that went over a small fraction of it. Malachi went up to bed, awaiting his partners return and thus allowing her to bathe in the glory of such a beautiful garden without interruption. She was grateful for this but somehow wished he was luxuriating in the rather becoming elegance of such a scene with her. As she gazed into the clear mirror surface of the water she revelled in the reflection that gazed intently back at her. She fell in love with that face she saw in the lake, but knew it was not hers as any human could not be so divine and perfect as this reflection that stared back at her. It showed her face but with the perfection that hers was wanting of. It had a straight angular nose and cheekbones, faultless skin in which were set two stunning electric blue eyes. Glossy auburn hair flowed down a striking figure perfectly sculpted lips drawn back over a set of shiny, white, impeccably aligned teeth. Her face, although sweet was comparatively plain and uninteresting. The colour of her fluent thoughts changed from admiration, to love, to anger, to lust, to envy and ended with the scarlet desire so strong it could only possibly be made weaker. She flew into the house and up to the bedchamber as daylight peered over the horizon. Before a week was up in their happy home Bonita’s desire to be the mysterious girl in the lake became laughable and Malachi became distressed at the constant frown and the troubled quiet of Bonita and tried to determine the cause, but was without success. She began to eat only half of her original appetite and dressed in flamboyant clothes, so rich in extravagancy it stung the eyes. She went to the nearby salon and had the cat there cut her hair and dye it a rich auburn. She wore contacts and the cupboards became stockpiled with skin products. Malachi was pained by the new attitude of his wife and loathed her new appearance. He had married a kind and fragile woman with far less worldly desires than she had spiritual and ended up with quite the opposite! The devil on his right shoulder slaughtered the forgiving angel on his right and he was forced to depart from his soul mate. The last thing the remorseful Bonita saw of him was his cloak flying out behind him as he cantered into the distance with Dusk and Dawn on lead as the two horses could not bear to be apart. Bonita did not mind this as she planned on an execution of her departure of this world if she was forced to be without Malachi. She symbolically took the blade to her head and cut off her hair and removed the ostentatious garments of clothing and burned them to show the regret that filled her. She stood over the wretched lake in her wedding dress and when she still saw the cruel woman she thought she should be looking back at her with the same tears that fell from her own cheek but hit the lake without causing a disturbance in the image, she flung herself off of the bridge and plunged herself into its merciless waters. As the air escaped her lungs the sky set ablaze and burned the house and the woods, leaving merely the scarlet rippling lake with a beautiful reflection on the surface, laughing.
just a short one, what do you think?
