Heartache and Hate
My Creative writing teacher sent us to a site to play a game called JackPoe! takes three random Edgar Allen Poe topics and makes them the subjects of your story. I got a Dungeon, a Prisoner, and a Mysterious Illness, this is a little uneven, but let me know wat you think. Wasn’t sure on the title of this either so offer any suggestions please.
Long since, have I told this tale. It is one of misery and woe, horror and humor, revenge and sorrow. But alas, you have not lost your interest, and I doubt you will anytime soon. Nevertheless, I must warn you that this tale is none but fact, and all but pleasant. It all started back in the 1800’s in a small, yet rapidly expanding village. Its name has been forgotten through the ages of story telling, and is best off that way. If it had not have been forgotten, younglings like you would hunt this place down to test its authenticity. Many a men have done just this, none have yet returned from their daring pursuit, and it is unlikely they ever will. The men in that village had always been competitive, with each other and any wanderer that came to visit their humble settlement. The vagabond usually left a bit wiser and a bit sorer than he had been. The villagers were rough, but always kind to a newcomer.
Yet, one day, something had gone amiss, two men, who were best friends for as long as they could remember, suddenly hated each other! There was no rhyme or reason, well none anyone knew of. For the two would not speak of what had happened. But to the elders, the reason was plain. They knew of the sorrow they had wrought upon themselves. These men were jealous over each other, for they loved the same woman. But by no means could they determine who could have her. Neither of them would give in, and neither could beat the other, they had done everything together, and were of same strength and skills. Nothing they did could out match or out wit the other. Until one day the girl they had both loved stepped between them. They no longer noticed her, only the other, and the hate in their eyes. They’ve had enough and viciously lunged at each other, paying no attention to who was between them. I say was because what had been, is no more, the force they had exerted was enough to destroy the hardest of steel. And so it did, their battle was long and un-conclusive, they only managed to beat each other and kill the fair maiden. One claimed to charge in and attempt to save her while the other said he doesn’t know what even happened. They could only believe the one because he had a memory of the event and the other didn’t.
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