Need a Historical Short Story?
Did you know that Amazon provides digital "short reads?" I had no idea either. If you are waiting for an appointment, are on lunch break, or have some other opportunity where you don't have much time...but enough time to have a quick read, Amazon has solved your problem. You can go to the Kindle Store, Kindle Short Reads, then choose how long a story you'd like. Under the length of time there is a list of what genre you'd like to read. Some are free (depending on if you have Kindle Unlimited or not) and some you have to pay for. Who knew?
Kindle Short Reads
Yes along with the informative reads there is, of course, a lot of junk out there--way too much of it! I purchased two 15-minute reads, and they were terrible! So, that got me thinking...I can do better than this!
I turned one of my two favorite contest submissions into a 15 minute "short read". It's a historical romance written in the spirit of Sir Walter Scott's Lochinvar, a favorite poem of mine. Never read the poem? Here it is:
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He staid not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he enter’d the Netherby Hall, Among bride’s-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all: Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) ‘O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?’ ‘I long woo’d your daughter, my suit you denied;— Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.’ The bride kiss’d the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaff’d off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look’d down to blush, and she look’d up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,— ‘Now tread we a measure!’ said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whisper’d, ‘ ’twere better by far To have match’d our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.’ One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach’d the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! ‘She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,’ quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
The name of the short story is "From Within the Orangery" inspired not only by this poem but also by a tearoom in Scotland. While in Edinburgh, we stayed at Dalhousie Castle and had the most wonderful afternoon tea in the castle's former orangery. Interested in reading the short story sometime? It's free with Kindle Unlimited and $.99 otherwise, and you may find it HERE.