#friendswork

Hey guys! A little while ago, my friend @willowandsnow wrote a little something which I really liked, so whilst listening to Chopin’s ‘Winter Wind’ I wrote an alternative scene that is harsher (and not as good).

Chopin’s ‘Winter Wind’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rJonlfjlWg

I hope you like it

Watson (@thewriterandthestoryteller)

P.S I will be very busy for the next few weeks and probably won’t post much... sorry.

Original (by @willowandsnow):

You’re walking in a forest. The trees tower over you, like columns of a palace that has long since gone to waste. Snow covers the ground in a thick sheet, waiting to be taken off so the world can return from its slumber. You keep these thoughts to yourself as you walk along a road that’s barely visible. You don’t know where you’re going, but you hope it’s warm and has a bed. A young man appears. He approaches you and greets you with a warm smile. “Care to walk with me?” He seems kind enough, so you agree. As you are walking, he starts to speak. “My name’s Jupiter, but you can call me Jude. I’d like to tell you a story...”

My version:

It was cold. Very cold.

Strong gusts of wind blew against me, pushing back my hair and making me stagger. The trees towered over me, a palace that had long since gone to waste. The ground was a thick coating of snow, that seemed to be getting thicker the further I walked, and as the storm raged on I found it harder and harder to push forwards. I kept on the trail that was now invisible, the whistling of the wind piercing my ears at an incredibly high volume, as I continued to drag myself forwards. I didn’t know where I was going, and for that matter, I didn’t care. So long as it had a nice warm bed.

The wind gradually seemed to get quieter, and my vision went black.

Opening my eyes, I was relieved to see a crackling log fire in front of me, and a young man standing in front of me. He turned to face me with a warm smile and said,

“You’re awake”

Gradually mustering the energy to move, I began to look at the cosy room I was in. My eyes wandered over all of the furniture; a small piano, a grandfather clock, and an armchair. I looked down at my lap and saw I was covered in several blankets with a hot water bottle balanced on my chest. I opened my mouth to speak, but he simply said,

“All of your things are hanging up drying. You had a pretty nasty fall on a rock, and you were out cold”

I felt a sharp pain in my side, as I lifted up the blankets to reveal a layer of bandaged skin covering up some wound. I winced as I turned over onto my back as I was before, putting my hand on my head and feeling another bandage covering my forehead.

“I...I don’t know what to say” I thought-out-loud “Thank you”

“It is no big deal, you’re miles away from anywhere, so you wouldn’t have made it to the nearest town” he turned around to face the fire “Where were you headed anyway?”

I thought for a moment and replied

“I don’t know where… at least I certainly don’t remember where”

“It’s okay,” he said moving towards the armchair “we can always go somewhere when you are better”

Pulling out a battered leather-bound book, he sat down and said,