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Elizabeta and Nellie were flabbergasted. An inheritance. Given early. It was unheard of. As the two girls looked at each other, they knew what they'd choose. "But," Jessie Bear spoke again.
The diary of Robert Scotts Guess it's time to make a move mum. Do I really have to go jack I don't think I will last in that bloody home.
Prologue: a letter lost The letter was written over ages and ages beyond what I could perceive. The parchment felt fragile, yet the Ink was still black as coals .
Warning. Don't read if you're grieving for a loved one!. What about the ancients been and gone.
#colour. In desperation. In fear of the cold. I'm selling that ring. It's only old gold. It's not a worry. It's only old gold. My family won't know. And don't have to be told. It's only old gold.
The final limb was thick, twisted and green, but the chainsaw tore through it hungrily. I let go of the top safety leaver with my index and middle fingers and let the machine hang by my side.
#description #wood Chapter 1 - Wood The date had been set for the 3rd Saturday of the following month. The letter said other members would be there and she was sure some would get the hump.
As I stood in font of the house I sighed not knowing why I had to be here. There was a low rumble and a flash of lightning, it felt like someone had just dropped a bucket o water on my head.
#household At the reading of the will Of Major Sir Montgomery-Smythe An army man, with a savings plan Since 1945 The family were in attendance Drunken son and fragrant wife She always smelt of...
A golden necklace with a real gold coating It was lost in the river when granny was boating A seaman found it and gave it back From grannies jewellery box to my necklace rack A silver bracelet from...
Joan picked up the silver orb, the source of the eery light that had emanated from the chest she now knelt before, in the lawyer's office.
I look on with big eyes, My hair was so pale then. I was just a little child... watching it happen again. I saw the boxes get filled, And saw the furniture move. Another life packed into boxes.
We all have things that we always have in our person. May it be a phone or a bracelet or a bus pass. Mine is a ring. My great great grandmother's engagement ring to be exact.
#household #home From the age of seven until I reached ten, every summer I used to go and stay with my aunt and uncle for two weeks in a little seaside village called Thorpeness on the south coast.
I figured that If i'm to move up in ranks, I'll need to post more, so I'll give you part eight :P Truth Hurts Part 8 He smiled after our quick kiss and led me outside.
Under the stairs was where I found it, tucked away beneath a break in the splintered floorboards, and so clogged with dust I’d swear it could choke; only rationality reminded me otherwise.
I looked around the room. It was dull and bland, and there was nobody there except from Jonas and I. I sighed deeply and stared into his warm eyes. He grasped my hand, interlocking our fingers.
"My Clothes" Mathew cried.
Chapter Nineteen. Inside was two crisp cream envelopes covering the rest of the content.
Chapter five. Both of us soldiered on and tried to lift each others spirits, we played some of our favourite childhood tracks on the gramophone.
Chapter four. "Where are we supposed to start?" I looked around at the amount of stuff that had to be sorted through and felt a sinking feeling.
Chapter 3 So there it was, i was stood in the hallway to my Grandmas. I looked around: nothing was different but everything had changed.