The Castle Among the Hills
Nov. 15th, 2002 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
remulaWell, I decided that the stupid Runaway story was just that, stupid. So I wrote another story today, and I think it's WAY better than the Runaway one. It's short, so that's a good thing too. And yea, it's called The Castle Among the Hills. It has a meaning to it, and stuff, but I dunno if I should tell it.... I mean, it's suppose to be like a metaphor.... Well, I'll tell it anyway, but ya gotta read the story first, before you look at the meaning, 'kay? 'Kay.
The Castle Among the Hills
The green hills were high and low, big and small. They were everywhere, creating a mountainous landscape. No one lived among these hills -- not one soul. They didn't want to risk their lives there; the weather destroyed anything that wanted to stay. It was uninhibited, and that was the way the people wanted it.
Winding around the hills was a long, narrow road. The road, really just a dirt trail, held within it pebbles, rocks, and a numerous amount of potholes along its length. The long, untraveled road led to an old castle upon a plateau. The castle was ancient, but stood tall, holding up against the harsh weather in an unthinkable way.
The castle walls were built of stone bricks, the windows made of stained glass, and the door was made of iron. Some of the bricks were crumbling, other pieces chipped or broken. The stained glass windows were shattered, glass littering the interior of the old building, although some pieces still clung to the windowsill. The doors were the most interesting thing; no cracks could be seen and the door was reinforced with steel. It was sealed shut, not that anyone was there to try and get in the building anyway. And somehow, the beautiful structure was still in one piece, but then, there was no telling how long that would last, for the weather was getting worse by the day.
In the sky were thick, dark clouds, the rain impending. The wind was picking up pace, acting like a rough hand, reaching out to push anything that got in its way. As the rain began to fall, the thunder boomed and lightning struck; large, fat drops came in waves, drenching the surroundings in an ocean of water. It was beautiful, in a surreal sort of way; the wind singing with its unique voice, the rain dancing across the ground, and an unknown source of light, illuminating the scene.
It never used to be that way. Once upon a time, people littered the area; children ran and played among the hills. The castle was strong and new, the stained glass windows sparkled like diamonds. The land was known for its remarkable weather; always warm and sunny -- cloudless.
Then, one day, it all changed. It happened so suddenly, no one knew for sure what brought about such an abrupt change. The place became what it was now; different, dark, ancient -- it would never be the same again.
The people now didn't even know of the way it was before. They assumed it was always like that, and there was no one to correct them. But life went on, and hopefully, life would change for the better for the castle among the hills.
The End
Well, here's the meaning type thing.... the castle's suppose to be some girl -- the window is her heart, the bricks was the relationship, and the door is kinda like commitment. The window's broken, therefore, it means she has a broken heart. The bricks were broken/braking, meaning her relationship was...cracking? I dunno how to describe it... Anyways, the door was reinforced with steel, so it means that she's not willing to go into a commitment again, 'cause she was hurt. The weather was her emotions -- rain ~ tears, thunder and lightning ~ anger and the winding was kinda like the building up of the anger. The road was the way to get to the relationship with the guy (castle = relationship); the dirt, rocks, and potholes = hardship to get there. The hills were the people in the beginning that were trying to stop the girl and guy from getting together. And the people are the rest of society. I think that's about it... ummmm... yeah.
Thanks to anyone who's reading....
~Remula
The green hills were high and low, big and small. They were everywhere, creating a mountainous landscape. No one lived among these hills -- not one soul. They didn't want to risk their lives there; the weather destroyed anything that wanted to stay. It was uninhibited, and that was the way the people wanted it.
Winding around the hills was a long, narrow road. The road, really just a dirt trail, held within it pebbles, rocks, and a numerous amount of potholes along its length. The long, untraveled road led to an old castle upon a plateau. The castle was ancient, but stood tall, holding up against the harsh weather in an unthinkable way.
The castle walls were built of stone bricks, the windows made of stained glass, and the door was made of iron. Some of the bricks were crumbling, other pieces chipped or broken. The stained glass windows were shattered, glass littering the interior of the old building, although some pieces still clung to the windowsill. The doors were the most interesting thing; no cracks could be seen and the door was reinforced with steel. It was sealed shut, not that anyone was there to try and get in the building anyway. And somehow, the beautiful structure was still in one piece, but then, there was no telling how long that would last, for the weather was getting worse by the day.
In the sky were thick, dark clouds, the rain impending. The wind was picking up pace, acting like a rough hand, reaching out to push anything that got in its way. As the rain began to fall, the thunder boomed and lightning struck; large, fat drops came in waves, drenching the surroundings in an ocean of water. It was beautiful, in a surreal sort of way; the wind singing with its unique voice, the rain dancing across the ground, and an unknown source of light, illuminating the scene.
It never used to be that way. Once upon a time, people littered the area; children ran and played among the hills. The castle was strong and new, the stained glass windows sparkled like diamonds. The land was known for its remarkable weather; always warm and sunny -- cloudless.
Then, one day, it all changed. It happened so suddenly, no one knew for sure what brought about such an abrupt change. The place became what it was now; different, dark, ancient -- it would never be the same again.
The people now didn't even know of the way it was before. They assumed it was always like that, and there was no one to correct them. But life went on, and hopefully, life would change for the better for the castle among the hills.
The End
Well, here's the meaning type thing.... the castle's suppose to be some girl -- the window is her heart, the bricks was the relationship, and the door is kinda like commitment. The window's broken, therefore, it means she has a broken heart. The bricks were broken/braking, meaning her relationship was...cracking? I dunno how to describe it... Anyways, the door was reinforced with steel, so it means that she's not willing to go into a commitment again, 'cause she was hurt. The weather was her emotions -- rain ~ tears, thunder and lightning ~ anger and the winding was kinda like the building up of the anger. The road was the way to get to the relationship with the guy (castle = relationship); the dirt, rocks, and potholes = hardship to get there. The hills were the people in the beginning that were trying to stop the girl and guy from getting together. And the people are the rest of society. I think that's about it... ummmm... yeah.
Thanks to anyone who's reading....
~Remula
