Creative Writing: Romeo And Juliet

Juliet awoke, the pain of the blade still fresh in her gut, her heart beating dust through atrophied veins, lungs choking on still air. The world she opened her eyes to ws balmy and cloying, the heat just short of uncomfortable. She had made her final resting bed on Romeo’s chest, but when she looked around herself now, her love was nowhere to be seen. The damp sand underneath her clung to the knees of her dress as she rose shakily, the sky having taken on a permanently somber guise since the last she’d seen it, as though heaven itself were mourning the loss of Romeo, just as she was. Where could Romeo be? Perhaps the Friar had gotten to her before her wounds could turn fatal, and had taken her to a new place to remedy both her lacerations …show more content…
Juliet tried to speed up, praying to a God that was no longer listening to let her be fast enough to escape turning into another tree in this forest. The harpy was close behind her, screeching as it flew. Juliet neared the clearing and quickly looked to see if the harpy was still following. The harpy wasn’t there. Juliet didn’t know if she should be relieved or scared about the harpy disappearing. She finally made it and noticed that the trees all stopped at the edge of the clearing, forming an invisible boundary. Juliet was suspicious of this line of trees. She turned around to look back into the forest to see if she could catch a glimpse of the harpy and there it was, perched up in one of the distorted trees, staring back at her, oddly accepting of her attempts to run away. She stepped over the line and the trees disappeared, the nothingness that laid before her transforming into tall hills atop an ocean of red. Steam rose up from the wet, carrying the sounds of anguished screams. She examined the water and noticed that there were small figures bobbing up and down in the water. Although it would hard to tell what they actually were from the hilltop, the small blobs in the red water appeared to be people. The water looked as if it was burning the poor people down there and Juliet felt the inexplicable urge to rush down and help. She carefully proceeded down the hill towards the steaming water. As she neared the water’s edge, a putrid smell hit her nose, and she recoiled in disgust. If she was in Hell, then the red water in front of her must be another form of punishment. That couldn’t be blood, right? She got down on her hands and knees and approached the water, curiosity overpowering her sense of caution. Just as she was about to dip her finger in, a voice drifted over the shoreline, calling her name. She