I am quite a big Philippa Gregory fan as many know so here is a short based on her writing:
'Surely you could run? Beg her forgiveness. You are not the one at fault here, if god wanted you on the throne that is the way it should be, should it not?'
She sighed, her long bright hair falling deep past her shoulders in pretty waves.
'Do not tempt me my child. I was not a queen of god, but a queen of my fathers ambition and my cousins pride.Barely a queen at all. She has and will always be the rightful queen. She is coming for me there is no doubt about it and when she does whether or not he does the deed immediately or holds me out of mercy, I am not long for this world. For you see there is no greater threat to a queen than that of the previous one or perhaps even the heir.'
I gasped at the dark plots whirling in the minds of the queens greatest friends. At what the words my dear friend and mistress was saying. At what they implied. The thought of putting sister up against sister, Tudor up against Tudor. Was there no end to this want for power?
'Your grace, forgive me for saying but can you not persuade your father to give in. This queen may be merciful now but with the threat of the princess's plots,no doubt in my mind they will be found, she will have no option.'
For that moment I wished I was back home, away from the always plotting courts and the fierce minds of the others. Only for that moment had I wished I could be back to that small shack my father had built. Turning away I tried to hide these longings from my Jane, as if the thoughts alone could be heard for miles around. Yet that was not enough for the sharp mind of this lady.
'My dear, faithful Rose, I would not wish any trouble upon you. Today I release you from my service and you may choose to go home or run to Mary as a servant wanting a change of coat.'
'If I may your grace, I would follow you to the scaffold and beyond for there has been no greater mistress I would have wished to serve. And no greater friend than you.'
Taaadaah
PRx
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Monday, 19 November 2012
Words
When nothings wrong that's a good thing right?
And when nothings right that's wrong
When there's nothing to do that's a bad thing too
But when there's nothing to say it can go either way
When there's nothing in your fridge that really sucks
When there's nothing in your house you're out of luck
No one is another sad word,
When no one's in your life, you've left the herd,
Or no one cares at all,
But when no one hates or harms the word turns good,
When peace fills the halls,
Its funny how these words can change,
and they are not the only ones,
The English language is Strange.
Sunday, 18 November 2012
Of Unfriendly Kind
Stab me in the heart and hope to die,
A young boys want,
A lovers cry.
Confused minds and painful rests,
A crushing, unforgiving chest.
The Sleeping wants,
And Hidden minds,
Memories haunts of unfriendly kind.
This is the teenager lovers lullaby,
A mucked up mess saying goodbye,
to the broken hearts of unfriendly kind.
PRx
A young boys want,
A lovers cry.
Confused minds and painful rests,
A crushing, unforgiving chest.
The Sleeping wants,
And Hidden minds,
Memories haunts of unfriendly kind.
This is the teenager lovers lullaby,
A mucked up mess saying goodbye,
to the broken hearts of unfriendly kind.
PRx
Curiosity
So here I am again, another day another short thing. I'm not sure you can call this one a story:
Curiosity killed the cat. Every day curiosity kills and every day curiosity saves. Its not always a bad thing though.
Elliot had never considered herself a curious person, if there was a locked room to her she didn't care. In school she accepted what the people said, then would go home and think nothing of it. If people had secrets they had secrets, what was it to her what went on in their lives?
Frankie was the opposite, if there was a locked room she couldn't sleep until she had discovered whats inside. In school if people said something, she would wonder and wonder about it until she had unearthed why things were that way. If people had secrets, well she always found out. For this she was always getting into trouble and tight situations.
Just as their personalities were opposite so was where they lived, Elliot lived on the council estate in a small terraced house with the smallest garden on the wrong side of the town. Frankie lived in a house where the garden stretched all the way round and the only way to reach it was to go up the private road that lead only to her home. Elliot went to a public school, where she was constantly ignored, not that that was a bad thing for her. Frankie went to a preppy private school where her teachers constantly tried to whip her into 'a proper young lady', where all of the stuck up students hated her and she hated them.
This huge house was never enough for Frankie, the cold floors and large rooms had long been explored by her and now she was bored. With her parents rarely home, she took to the gardens, then when they had bored her, she took to the streets of town.
Here she found a completely different world. No more perfect plants, but wilted, dying, overgrown thorny bushes. No clean and clear road, now twisted alleys and bumpy tracks. Then there was the cans and bottles laying at every corner, the smoke of cigarettes thick and strangling and the noise that seemed to be coming from nowhere. The further she walked the worse it got, till the point even she could no longer stand. She turned to go back and found she had lost her way.
As she stood there, she found thoughts and answers running clearly into her mind. The reason her parents had always took her out of town for days out, why they had banned her from coming here. Why, even though there were schools in this town, she had to travel three towns over everyday for lessons.
Meanwhile, Elliot was sat in her room watching her 4 year old sister sleep in the small bed, when her mom shouted up to her.
'Oi, Ell, Jackson is coming round in 5 and that's how long you've got until you have to bugger off. We want the house tonight, no kids. So take your sister with you.'
She groaned and stood up deciding she will wake her sister last and started collecting up a few things. A blanket, her purse with a single ten pound note tucked inside, a toy, a pack of cards, her coat and last the sleeper pram. Her sister was old enough not to have to use it, but it was late and she would want to sleep. Then she shook her sister, who looked at her confused.
'Whaat now?'
Elliot couldn't help but smile at the attempt to sound like her and the way it had come out no more vicious or angry than a young kittens meow.
'Jackson' she whispered quietly 'we have to go out.'
The teenager picked up her sister and wrapped her up in the pram.
'Go to sleep little kitty'
In the darkness of the street, a door opened spraying light into the mist. Frankie waited, apprehensive about this interruption of her adventure. From the light emerged a pram and a smallish girl wrapped up warmly, it was only then she realized how, in her words, 'bloody cold' she was.
Elliot didn't notice the shadow until she was mere meters from it. True to her nature she ignored it and continued on her journey.
Frankie had expected at least a look or a glance from the girl, which would have given her the chance to ask. Yet nothing. It was as if she didn't exist at all and Frankie wasn't used to this. So she followed, expecting her answers to be with this teen.
Minutes passed, the small family leading the shadow through even more back alleys and strange paths until they reached a pub lie building and stopped. Except this wasn't a pub as such, it couldn't have been because instead of windows there were boards and the fence was high and metal. Still Frankie followed. This is where she caught up with the girl, who at this time was trying to force open the stiff door.
'Would you appreciate a hand?'
Silence sounded for what seemed ages as the two girls took in each others image.
'What?' Compared to the polite confidence of Frankie's voice, this sounded like, well like the bottom end of a mongrel.
'I'm sorry to interrupt your travel, but could you please help me. My name is Frankie and I might be just a bit lost.'
They talked for a little while, or it could have been a long time. Where they were there was no real way of telling. Frankie asked question after question, Elliot didn't mind too much. They talked about family, school and all the usual teenager things. Frankie talked a lot, about her life, about her boredom and how she had come to be here. Slowly but surely as they talked, they walked and soon Frankie had found herself back at the entrance to her road.
Walking a up the path, she continued the conversation. Elliot's replies came rarely, getting smaller and further in between until it was as if she wasn't even there. Frankie turned around, to see nothing.
Years later and Frankie still wonders about this night. Once a week she still walks those streets, but their paths never crossed again. Elliot never met Frankie again but a piece of her stuck and through that she confronted her mom and no longer put up with the way things were.
I will admit, it became a little rushed near the end. I got a bit bored, sorry. I hope you like and remember a little bit of curiosity is a good thing, don't just accept things the way they are, but don't go too overboard because you might find yourself lost.
PRx
Curiosity killed the cat. Every day curiosity kills and every day curiosity saves. Its not always a bad thing though.
Elliot had never considered herself a curious person, if there was a locked room to her she didn't care. In school she accepted what the people said, then would go home and think nothing of it. If people had secrets they had secrets, what was it to her what went on in their lives?
Frankie was the opposite, if there was a locked room she couldn't sleep until she had discovered whats inside. In school if people said something, she would wonder and wonder about it until she had unearthed why things were that way. If people had secrets, well she always found out. For this she was always getting into trouble and tight situations.
Just as their personalities were opposite so was where they lived, Elliot lived on the council estate in a small terraced house with the smallest garden on the wrong side of the town. Frankie lived in a house where the garden stretched all the way round and the only way to reach it was to go up the private road that lead only to her home. Elliot went to a public school, where she was constantly ignored, not that that was a bad thing for her. Frankie went to a preppy private school where her teachers constantly tried to whip her into 'a proper young lady', where all of the stuck up students hated her and she hated them.
This huge house was never enough for Frankie, the cold floors and large rooms had long been explored by her and now she was bored. With her parents rarely home, she took to the gardens, then when they had bored her, she took to the streets of town.
Here she found a completely different world. No more perfect plants, but wilted, dying, overgrown thorny bushes. No clean and clear road, now twisted alleys and bumpy tracks. Then there was the cans and bottles laying at every corner, the smoke of cigarettes thick and strangling and the noise that seemed to be coming from nowhere. The further she walked the worse it got, till the point even she could no longer stand. She turned to go back and found she had lost her way.
As she stood there, she found thoughts and answers running clearly into her mind. The reason her parents had always took her out of town for days out, why they had banned her from coming here. Why, even though there were schools in this town, she had to travel three towns over everyday for lessons.
Meanwhile, Elliot was sat in her room watching her 4 year old sister sleep in the small bed, when her mom shouted up to her.
'Oi, Ell, Jackson is coming round in 5 and that's how long you've got until you have to bugger off. We want the house tonight, no kids. So take your sister with you.'
She groaned and stood up deciding she will wake her sister last and started collecting up a few things. A blanket, her purse with a single ten pound note tucked inside, a toy, a pack of cards, her coat and last the sleeper pram. Her sister was old enough not to have to use it, but it was late and she would want to sleep. Then she shook her sister, who looked at her confused.
'Whaat now?'
Elliot couldn't help but smile at the attempt to sound like her and the way it had come out no more vicious or angry than a young kittens meow.
'Jackson' she whispered quietly 'we have to go out.'
The teenager picked up her sister and wrapped her up in the pram.
'Go to sleep little kitty'
In the darkness of the street, a door opened spraying light into the mist. Frankie waited, apprehensive about this interruption of her adventure. From the light emerged a pram and a smallish girl wrapped up warmly, it was only then she realized how, in her words, 'bloody cold' she was.
Elliot didn't notice the shadow until she was mere meters from it. True to her nature she ignored it and continued on her journey.
Frankie had expected at least a look or a glance from the girl, which would have given her the chance to ask. Yet nothing. It was as if she didn't exist at all and Frankie wasn't used to this. So she followed, expecting her answers to be with this teen.
Minutes passed, the small family leading the shadow through even more back alleys and strange paths until they reached a pub lie building and stopped. Except this wasn't a pub as such, it couldn't have been because instead of windows there were boards and the fence was high and metal. Still Frankie followed. This is where she caught up with the girl, who at this time was trying to force open the stiff door.
'Would you appreciate a hand?'
Silence sounded for what seemed ages as the two girls took in each others image.
'What?' Compared to the polite confidence of Frankie's voice, this sounded like, well like the bottom end of a mongrel.
'I'm sorry to interrupt your travel, but could you please help me. My name is Frankie and I might be just a bit lost.'
They talked for a little while, or it could have been a long time. Where they were there was no real way of telling. Frankie asked question after question, Elliot didn't mind too much. They talked about family, school and all the usual teenager things. Frankie talked a lot, about her life, about her boredom and how she had come to be here. Slowly but surely as they talked, they walked and soon Frankie had found herself back at the entrance to her road.
Walking a up the path, she continued the conversation. Elliot's replies came rarely, getting smaller and further in between until it was as if she wasn't even there. Frankie turned around, to see nothing.
Years later and Frankie still wonders about this night. Once a week she still walks those streets, but their paths never crossed again. Elliot never met Frankie again but a piece of her stuck and through that she confronted her mom and no longer put up with the way things were.
I will admit, it became a little rushed near the end. I got a bit bored, sorry. I hope you like and remember a little bit of curiosity is a good thing, don't just accept things the way they are, but don't go too overboard because you might find yourself lost.
PRx
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Hi- A Kids Story
So this is my first Blog,
I'm sitting here right now with my little kitten i got only 3 days ago and dreaming of all future things. In fact right now I'm going to go clean my teeth, I will be right back. Sorry!
Okay, back and settled in bed. Ready for a story?
Silver wasn't a old dog, but scars from previous stories had left their toll; for one thing he no longer had claws as such, just metal blades. For another his fur had been burned and bleached, leaving him with strange black and silver stripes running along his back. He wasn't in pain, don't worry this isn't a sad story. Every night, when his owners were tucked up in bed, he would cautiously pick the lock on his front door and step out into the moonlight.
What we miss as night sleepers is the nightlife and those who choose to stay awake are blissfully unaware, for anything we might find unusual, we block out through big headed assumptions that no other animal is like us or blame it on the lighting. So in short, no one noticed the dog wandering. wssssssvb (that was my cat, he likes keyboards).
The funny thing is, he wasn't the only dog wandering that night. There was fluffy, the next door neighbors little Westie who resented his name. Jackson the macho Labrador, with his little Yorkie girlfriend Leana. Then there were the few he didn't know very well and of course the Street Dogs. Little bit of important information on the Street Dogs, you stay away from them at all costs.
Well, all of them but Fang. Grey, wise and old Fang was a different sort. Silver picked his way through the little alleys and gaps until he found the junkyard and heaven for the homeless. Chucked out food and blankets littered everywhere, occasionally the odd thing that could be used as a shelter, this is where Fang lived. Nerves are never good in these places, the rougher ones can smell the fear of a posh dog for miles. That is why Silver found himself faced with the roughened ears and scars of Spike.
Want to find out what happens next? Stick around. Honestly I cannot promise I will finish it but maybe I will.
At least I can promise the stories will keep coming, littered with cliches and grammatical errors. Lets just hope they get better.
As for me, I'm going to sleep soon I guess. I really could do with a hot chocolate. Well at least I am all warm in bed with marmite snuggled up on my blanket. Did you know... kittens claws are sharp? My arms look like they have been used to sharpen knives at a ninja school. Jeeze.
Anyway, see you soon. Nighty night to you all, спокойной ночи.
PRx
I'm sitting here right now with my little kitten i got only 3 days ago and dreaming of all future things. In fact right now I'm going to go clean my teeth, I will be right back. Sorry!
Okay, back and settled in bed. Ready for a story?
Silver wasn't a old dog, but scars from previous stories had left their toll; for one thing he no longer had claws as such, just metal blades. For another his fur had been burned and bleached, leaving him with strange black and silver stripes running along his back. He wasn't in pain, don't worry this isn't a sad story. Every night, when his owners were tucked up in bed, he would cautiously pick the lock on his front door and step out into the moonlight.
What we miss as night sleepers is the nightlife and those who choose to stay awake are blissfully unaware, for anything we might find unusual, we block out through big headed assumptions that no other animal is like us or blame it on the lighting. So in short, no one noticed the dog wandering. wssssssvb (that was my cat, he likes keyboards).
The funny thing is, he wasn't the only dog wandering that night. There was fluffy, the next door neighbors little Westie who resented his name. Jackson the macho Labrador, with his little Yorkie girlfriend Leana. Then there were the few he didn't know very well and of course the Street Dogs. Little bit of important information on the Street Dogs, you stay away from them at all costs.
Well, all of them but Fang. Grey, wise and old Fang was a different sort. Silver picked his way through the little alleys and gaps until he found the junkyard and heaven for the homeless. Chucked out food and blankets littered everywhere, occasionally the odd thing that could be used as a shelter, this is where Fang lived. Nerves are never good in these places, the rougher ones can smell the fear of a posh dog for miles. That is why Silver found himself faced with the roughened ears and scars of Spike.
Want to find out what happens next? Stick around. Honestly I cannot promise I will finish it but maybe I will.
At least I can promise the stories will keep coming, littered with cliches and grammatical errors. Lets just hope they get better.
As for me, I'm going to sleep soon I guess. I really could do with a hot chocolate. Well at least I am all warm in bed with marmite snuggled up on my blanket. Did you know... kittens claws are sharp? My arms look like they have been used to sharpen knives at a ninja school. Jeeze.
Anyway, see you soon. Nighty night to you all, спокойной ночи.
PRx
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