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Changeling Child - Part 5
Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 The year Mary Bennet turned nineteen, Netherfield Park was let at last. Mary rarely paid attention to gossip until it became fact, in an often-vain attempt to sound sensible and avoid Lydia’s gloating when Mary was proven wrong. Nevertheless, she would have had to be deaf and blind not to know of the new arrivals, who were to take possession some time before Michaelmas. That explained the shopkeepers discussing whether or not to increase their wares from London, when Mary went to see if any new music was to be found.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Chapters
Snapshots of Life in Isolation
It’s Wednesday morning and I begin the day by dragging two 15lb weights to my living room floor. My cell phone rings just as I finish pushing the dining room chair to the central spot by the fireplace. It’s my personal trainer, all smiles and chipper. Her voice vibrates into my hand as she excitedly asks, “are you ready?"
By Christina Hunter4 years ago in Chapters
Changeling Child - Part 3
Prologue Part 1 Part 2 By the time Mary was considered Out to Society, music had become an exercise in frustration. The Warrior of the Fair Folk, whom she still saw but rarely and always at random, had been correct on the subject of excellence. Proficency required passion. On the Pianoforte, Mary found herself much in demand to play reels and jigs, where she could envision revels on summer nights, dancing under a winter moon, parties that lasted a hundred years and yet no time at all.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Chapters
1st Appointment
I sat in front of her for the first time, nervous, embarrassed, with a small flicker of hope still left in my sullen eyes. Each time I landed in this spot was different. I had a different motivation, or excuse, a possible dismissal sitting in my arsenal for anyone who wondered why.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Chapters
The Stones of Serin - Chapter 3
Stepping into the small windowless room has the eerie feeling of walking into a secret. The walls on either side are lined with grand bookcases—the one on the right is filled with printed books and the one on the left with photographs and various mementos. Katie gazes at the books and begins pulling some from the shelf in a strangely uninterested and yet determined manner.
By Risen Writing5 years ago in Chapters
