Sparkhouse is a sad story,
I’m not going to lie.
When I first watched the mini-series on YouTube, it haunted me for days afterwards. Not because of the tragic love story at the center of it all and not because of the gutsy girl who just couldn’t seem to catch a break, but because of John Standring. I just couldn’t seem to get him out of my head.
so I turned to fan-fiction.
Have you seen Sparkhouse yet? Not sure you want to risk it?
Let me help, here are the important parts:
Farmhand fancies employer’s daughter
He asks her out
for a drink
and a bit confusing
The next day
she tries to let him down easy
She leaves town
but then she comes back
Financial problems force her to offer the farmhand
a shot at being farm-owner, if he marries her
there’s a Wedding
a Wedding Night
and they lived happily ever after!
well, maybe not right away…
I’ll let poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox explain:
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle’s call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.
She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.
She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
Of a friend she used to know.
She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm’s strife:
He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
And a peace which crowned her life.