I wrote a short fan fiction of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. Tell me what you think!



Three years had passed already. Catherine Earnshaw sits by the church, watching birds soar amongst the clouds, remembering the happy memories of riding through the moors with Heathcliff by her side.
“I wonder where you are now, Healthcliff…” thought Cathy. “I’ve waited for you for three years; I’d wait another three, and another. Please, come back.”
“Cathy!” Catherine turned around, it was Edgar Linton. “It’s getting late; I’ll take you back to Wuthering Heights. Are you thinking about Heathcliff again? He probably forgot about you already.”
“You’re right, let’s go back,” replied Catherine quietly.
As Catherine and Edgar got onto the carriage, a tall, handsome man quietly stepped out from the shadows and watched the carriage speed into the distance.
“Enjoy your time while you can, Catherine Linton,” Heathcliff sneered, and headed towards the bar, to find the man that treated him like a lowly servant and ruined his entire life.
“Heathcliff! Heathcliff!” Cathy woke up with a start. Nelly rushed into the room.
“Heathcliff returned; I saw him! …It was just a dream,” said Cathy, tears dripping from her eyes.
“Cathy, you must forget about Heathcliff. Last night, Hindley lost all of Wuthering Heights to another man. We no longer have a home. Cathy, you must marry Edgar now, there is no other choice.”
“Nelly, you know I can’t possibly fall in love with Edgar, all of my heart loves Heathcliff, I am Heathcliff.”
Heathcliff paused, he was about to enter the room. Knife glistening in his hand, Heathcliff stood outside the room, frozen.
“All these years I’ve been waiting for him. I don’t even know if he’s still alive. Please be alright, Heathcliff.” sobbed Cathy.
Heathcliff staggered onto his knees. “I was mistaken? Cathy loved me all along? But she said it would degrade her to marry me. What’s going on? Didn’t Cathy marry Edgar already?”
Lost in thought, Heathcliff stood up slowly, walked down the staircase, and exited the Heights just in time to see Hindley set a massive pile of hay on fire. The fire spread instantly in the dry summer day; the Heights was soon engulfed in flames. Nelly came running out the door, knocking Hindley over, and into the roaring flames.
“Nelly, where’s Cathy?”
“Heathcliff! Is that really you? Did Cathy not come out? She might still be...” Heathcliff pushed aside Nelly and rushed back into Wuthering Heights. Catherine’s room’s door was still untouched by the fire. Heathcliff ran up the stairs, while avoiding falling pieces of the roof. Heathcliff slam opened the door and saw Catherine’s unconscious body hidden amongst the heavy smoke.
“Cathy, wake up. It’s me, Heathcliff. Cathy, Cathy!”
Catherine stirred, “Heathcliff, is it really you, I’m not dreaming again, am I?”
“No, it is me, Cathy. I‘m back, and I promise I’ll never leave you ever again. Come on, let’s get out of here, the fire will reach us soon.”
Suddenly, a wooden beam snapped and came crashing down on Heathcliff’s leg, trapping him beneath. Unable to move, Heathcliff cried, “Cathy, go on without me.”
“No Heathcliff, you said you weren’t going to ever leave me again. I’m not going without you. I’ve waited for you for three years, and you finally returned. There’s no way I’m letting you go again.”
With a crack, the walls of Wuthering Heights collapsed, sending dust flying in all directions.