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A Prisoner :A fragment By Emily Jane Bonte --- IN the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars.
Jack the ripper. Rather than stay home with pipe and slipper. He'd rather be out and about. Finding his victims and making them shout. Slashing with knife. And finally taking their life.
Wearing the finest tulle and lace dress Low waisted, off the shoulder with dainty sleeves My blonde hair parted in the middle Ringlets, decorated with tiny flowers and leaves In my wonderful ball...
I'm Eliza, I'm a girl of 12 but I am no normal child of 12. I live in the workhouse in Glasgow, I came here when I was 10, I remember that very well....
I am Rebekah talluh and I am 16 years of age, I am not a poor persons child my father is the town lord and my mother is his wife.
Chapter 1 I was born 5th of May 1848, My name is Katie Anderson and I am writing this on my 13th birthday.
" Welcome to Gladrags, how may I help you?" said a cheerful woman as I entered the store.
~True ghost story~ ~Not mine~ The Winchester Mystery House is one of the most famous haunted houses in America with enough of a following to-date for daily public tours.
~True ghost story~ ~Not mine~ What binds a non-earthly soul to the physical dimension.
Rosalind's P.O.V She went down the street, tears running and wearing rags, this may be Victorian times but no child should be like this.
New Year's Eve 1850 somewhere near London Christmas had been a lot of fun. Zophar had got himself a new job and so they travelled to his Mother's house.
The last couple of chapters have been all doom and gloom so hopefully this will be a bit cheerier. It's not very long but this is what my imagination produced after spending half an hour gardening.
Early December 1850 somewhere near London Just a week or so after their meeting with Mr Finstonesen, Phillipa and Zophar were handed their last payment and asked to leave.
"But, I mean, ahem, Sir, I was just, erm, wondering if, well, I could have a little more?" Charlie Aswin was a short tuft of a boy.
Street Urchin Shuffle The street Is all he knows The cold, familiar pavement The stench Is all he knows, Sewage and smog from the factories He's learned to live By a set of rules A code to...
30th October 1876 Dear Diary, The fair was amazing. Me and Matty went on almost everything. Candice gets us on for free as her boyfriend, Tom, is in charge of the whole fair.
29th October 1876 Dear Diary, Guess what. Matty is back. I am so exited. We are going to the fair later with Candice. It will be very fun as we can go on the big rides now we are taller.
My name is Eliza Kittywink, I have been here in the foundling hospital for 9 long years.
I smile, watching him rush out of the gate. Maybe Charles isn’t as bad as I thought.
I resist the urge to shout after Phillip, instead, I sit at the bar, spirits low, heart dead. His sullen expression is imprinted in my mind, a reminder of the reality of life. Everyone dies.
There's this anime I've been watching called "Black butler." It's amazing. The characters are really really cool like for example: Sebastian who is the awesomest butler ever.
Upon arriving to the bank of the pond, I saw Luke. He was leaning against a tree sketching the view of the pond and it's surroundings. I slowly walked to his position.
I met my father in the library along with the guests. I made their acquaintance and listened to their tedious conversations of business and foolish gossip.
"Sir, we have searched the room high and low, but there is no sign of a murder weapon" said young Constable Skinner to me.