mlïmhm{OPAt}
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I use English spellings {realise, favourite, spelt etc.}, so please don't comment on that.
Constructive criticism is welcome, but don't be rude.
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“Once upon a time,” she’d say, speaking in a gentle voice as she tucked me into bed, “there was a princess named Estella, whose parents kept her restrained—”
“What’s that mean?” I lisped.
“It’s like being in a prison,” Mum replied, then continued, “Estella’s parents hid her in the highest tower of their castle; they didn’t want her to fall in love, so they kept her there. She was only ever allowed out when there was no one else around, and someone had to be with her. Estella was tired of being controlled so much, she wanted to be free like all the other — uh — princesses of the land.
“So, one day, Estella waited until her parents were in sleeping, opened her window, and escaped. She visited the village for the very first time in her life, and met a handsome young man named Nicholas.”
“What did Nicholas look like, Mumma?”
“Nicholas,” she sighed, her eyes glittering “Mm… Nicholas had soft, floppy brown hair, down to his shoulders — that’s how men used to have their hair — beautiful blue eyes that were the colour of the ocean, and a smile that warmed your heart. Nicholas and Estella started taking walks together, until Estella’s parents found out. And then… and then Grace fell asleep as Seren was telling her a story.”
I was fascinated with the fairytale my mother told me, always pleaded to hear the ending, but she’d tell me to wait until bedtime. Sometimes, it seemed she didn’t want me to know what happened in the end. Though it was only a story, it broke my heart, now, that I’d never learn the ending. Here I was, being shipped off to yet another family.
The Andersons are an older couple, so I’ve been told, and they live in some sleepy village called Yale. How cliché that sounds; a “sleepy village”. At least I have some hope of escaping, they’ll move me in a few weeks, maybe days, so I won’t have to die there, like most of the residents probably do.
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Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions?
Thanks!
Constructive criticism is welcome, but don't be rude.
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“Once upon a time,” she’d say, speaking in a gentle voice as she tucked me into bed, “there was a princess named Estella, whose parents kept her restrained—”
“What’s that mean?” I lisped.
“It’s like being in a prison,” Mum replied, then continued, “Estella’s parents hid her in the highest tower of their castle; they didn’t want her to fall in love, so they kept her there. She was only ever allowed out when there was no one else around, and someone had to be with her. Estella was tired of being controlled so much, she wanted to be free like all the other — uh — princesses of the land.
“So, one day, Estella waited until her parents were in sleeping, opened her window, and escaped. She visited the village for the very first time in her life, and met a handsome young man named Nicholas.”
“What did Nicholas look like, Mumma?”
“Nicholas,” she sighed, her eyes glittering “Mm… Nicholas had soft, floppy brown hair, down to his shoulders — that’s how men used to have their hair — beautiful blue eyes that were the colour of the ocean, and a smile that warmed your heart. Nicholas and Estella started taking walks together, until Estella’s parents found out. And then… and then Grace fell asleep as Seren was telling her a story.”
I was fascinated with the fairytale my mother told me, always pleaded to hear the ending, but she’d tell me to wait until bedtime. Sometimes, it seemed she didn’t want me to know what happened in the end. Though it was only a story, it broke my heart, now, that I’d never learn the ending. Here I was, being shipped off to yet another family.
The Andersons are an older couple, so I’ve been told, and they live in some sleepy village called Yale. How cliché that sounds; a “sleepy village”. At least I have some hope of escaping, they’ll move me in a few weeks, maybe days, so I won’t have to die there, like most of the residents probably do.
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Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions?
Thanks!