I finished the 8-week writing course called Start Writing Fiction today. I thoroughly enjoyed it and this is my final piece of writing for it:
My brother. Poor Mike. He’s special, you know? And you know what happens to special kids, especially ones in an all-boys school. I wish mam had been able to get us into a mixed school, then I could have protected him some, like in primary school.
Honestly, a piece of string should not be called underwear. Continue reading
there aren’t any old people in the castle. The castle itself is old, the stones on the outside and worn down compared to the stones and the insight. Those stones are grimy to touch, layers and layers of smoke from the hearth. My mother died in her 30s, a grandfather died young, so they say. I don’t understand what all days. I suppose it means I will be Queen, but that means father won’t be here I wish I could stay put and not move forward, stay in this bubble right here.
the house, the coins, the servants will all belong to me. I will get married to someone lower than me, it’s important he knows who is in charge. I will take over my father’s role as Treasury and help Yazmin rule the kingdom. I will be ruling the kingdom. She is not reading this, is she? If she is, take that part out. Better she believes she is the ruler.
No more tight clutches on the purse strings, dear father.
the only future I think of is what crops to plant for next year.
I’ll slit my own throat before I get old enough to get sick.
I’ll check under the bed first though.
Yazmin: that I could leave the castle. Why? Because I haven’t set foot on the bridge since the day my mother died 6 years ago. Yes, the castle is a big place but not only am I not allowed to leave it, it is not proper to go to the lower levels or dungeons. I’ve to stay in the hall or the King’s quarters. There is not a lot to do. The library is full of information from the outside world, there are stories from make-believe lands. About wars and love and all kinds of animals, all I see are cats and rats. Continue reading
I’m changing this post up a bit. I’m going to use the free write to get into my characters heads. This week the subject is: write about a grandparent. Yazmin, Leah, Jasper and Theo all have 10 minutes each on this subject. These are their thoughts.
My grandmother believed that love would cure it. Her father believed that cold baths and excessive exercise would cure it. Continue reading
Happy Christmas everyone!
This week has gone well. I got two books out of the library. The Mother Tongue by Bill Bryson and L’Orientalisme by Edward Said. The Mother Tongue is not on my list of books, however, the author Bill Bryson is. And it is the only English version of his books in my local library. I’m currently reading the second chapter. Continue reading