Someday, Maybe.
The quiet cottage stood in a blazing storm, it swayed in the roaring wind as though it weighed nothing. But inside the cottage there was a heathly fire in the fireplace and a warm bed that was occupied by a small young man. The man tossed and turned in his bed. As anyone could tell by his motions he was engulfed in his own nightmares of the past.
Suddenly, the man sat straight up in his bed. A sudden coldness had swept through the house and had gone as quickly as it had came. The man's head had turned to the mantlepiece on the fireplace to see a row of old photographs.
The first picture had a tall slim girl about sixteen. She smiled mischeiviously as she slinked to another picture. The second picture showed three short skinny boys infront of a roaring ocean.
The man starred at the third picture on the mantlepiece for a long time. In the picture was a small, girl with chesnut brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was smiling at him, with her slightly crooked smile. She was wearing a red sweater and a plaid skirt with high socks and black shoes. Her short hair was pulled up into pigtails, and tucked behind her little ears.
" Oh, my sweet darling why did you ever have to go?" He thought to himself as the rain beat hard on the window.
Why had he ever let her wonder of alone. Esspecailly sice he was so young. Why does someone so sweet and innocent have to be punished by such rathe.
Then his eyes moved to the next picture on the mantlepiece. It was a picture of a young lady no older than twenty. She too had chesnut hair and bright blue eyes, for she was the same girl that was in the other picture. She was hoding a small todler in her hands. The todler had the same brown hair but had rich, creamy brown eyes that glistened with happiness. Now she too had gone and she was never coming back. His neice.
" Darling." he said to the picture of the little girl. " Maybe, someday we'll see each other again, just maybe." Then the man got back into the small bed and slept in peace.
Now right above the small cottage a dim light shone glowing through the storm and the wind seemed to be saying softly," Maybe, Someday."
Did you like it? The story was about Remus and his little sister Callie. You will know her if you read " Why Me." By Me of course. And then in your review( please don't make it bad) I would love it if you said who you thought it was.
-hazelgurl
The quiet cottage stood in a blazing storm, it swayed in the roaring wind as though it weighed nothing. But inside the cottage there was a heathly fire in the fireplace and a warm bed that was occupied by a small young man. The man tossed and turned in his bed. As anyone could tell by his motions he was engulfed in his own nightmares of the past.
Suddenly, the man sat straight up in his bed. A sudden coldness had swept through the house and had gone as quickly as it had came. The man's head had turned to the mantlepiece on the fireplace to see a row of old photographs.
The first picture had a tall slim girl about sixteen. She smiled mischeiviously as she slinked to another picture. The second picture showed three short skinny boys infront of a roaring ocean.
The man starred at the third picture on the mantlepiece for a long time. In the picture was a small, girl with chesnut brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was smiling at him, with her slightly crooked smile. She was wearing a red sweater and a plaid skirt with high socks and black shoes. Her short hair was pulled up into pigtails, and tucked behind her little ears.
" Oh, my sweet darling why did you ever have to go?" He thought to himself as the rain beat hard on the window.
Why had he ever let her wonder of alone. Esspecailly sice he was so young. Why does someone so sweet and innocent have to be punished by such rathe.
Then his eyes moved to the next picture on the mantlepiece. It was a picture of a young lady no older than twenty. She too had chesnut hair and bright blue eyes, for she was the same girl that was in the other picture. She was hoding a small todler in her hands. The todler had the same brown hair but had rich, creamy brown eyes that glistened with happiness. Now she too had gone and she was never coming back. His neice.
" Darling." he said to the picture of the little girl. " Maybe, someday we'll see each other again, just maybe." Then the man got back into the small bed and slept in peace.
Now right above the small cottage a dim light shone glowing through the storm and the wind seemed to be saying softly," Maybe, Someday."
Did you like it? The story was about Remus and his little sister Callie. You will know her if you read " Why Me." By Me of course. And then in your review( please don't make it bad) I would love it if you said who you thought it was.
-hazelgurl