Before the creak of keys in the door, came the cacophony of jeers. It swelled in volume until almost painful on the ears, dying to a faded moan after a few long minutes.The man, in the end cell, closed his eyes in the hope that it would soften the assault...
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A Key for a Key
A script I'm currently working on is eluding me, so I wrote the following to try and work around it."Ayyyy?"Abigail gritted her teeth. Why couldn't her father ever, not once, manage her full name? She was simply a sound, a noise emitted from between filthy lips when he needed to refer to her. The screech of her first initial was his calling-cry when he...
The Nell Gwyn Chronicles - 7
Last snippet about Nell GwynNell “Are there no depths to which you would not sink, Rochester?” The younger man laughed unashamedly. “When my lord and master provides me with excellent wine and even better women, the least I can do is lower the tone.” Charles smirked, his hands tight...
The Nell Gwyn Chronicles - 6
Snippets about Nell Gwyn, told from the point of view of Nell and her lover, Charles IINell “All right, all right, break it up! What’s going on?” I picked up my skirts and ran towards the fight. The mob jeered to see a girl push her way through, but when it became clear that I intended to break them up myself a couple of men stepped in to h...
The Nell Gwyn Chronicles - 5
Snippets about Nell Gwyn, told from the point of view of Nell and her lover, King Charles IICharles Sweet lord, she was beautiful. My eyes widened, as though by doing so they could take in more of her shape, the glistening of water on her soft skin, the spirals of steam that shrouded her heart shaped face in mystery. The tiniest of groans escape...
The Nell Gwyn Chronicles - 4
Snippets about Nell Gwyn, told from the point of view of Nell and her lover, King Charles IICharles “Charles!” My brother clicked his fingers in front of my face and I blinked, jolted back to the present. “Hmm?” “What is up with you this afternoon? Your head is in the clouds; you barely listen when we call your name.” James’ voice was light-hear...
The Nell Gwyn Chronicles - 3
Snippets about Nell Gwyn, told from the point of view of Nell and her lover, King Charles IICharles I laughed as her eyes widened to the size of gold coins, her plump little lips dropping into an infinitely kissable O. For a moment she was speechless as she took in the size of the room, the gold leafing of the walls and the heavy velvet curtains...
The Nell Gwyn Chronicles - 2
Snippets about Nell Gwyn, told from the point of view of Nell and her lover, King Charles IINell I liked him. I’ve never been a girl to beat about the bush and I certainly didn’t intend to start with the King. In truth, however, the idea of meeting the man himself had set my stomach fluttering, terrified that the only small talk I knew how to ma...
The Nell Gwyn Chronicles - 1
Snippets about Nell Gwyn, told from the point of view of Nell and her lover, King Charles IINell The knock was soft, but made us both jump nonetheless. “Don’t get it,” Jamie whispered in my ear, “Whoever it is will go away.” Ignoring him, I climbed to my feet and straightened my skirts. “If you’ve come with gifts or flowers, you’re supposed to l...
The Highlander
In memory of the fallen of Culloden, 16th April 1746For those who have never experienced true cold, the kind that gnaws into your bones and raises the hair on your neck, let me tell you: true cold is white. Your skin bleaches, feeling rubbery, barely part of you any more. Your body bursts into spontaneous...
Insomnia's Children
What happens to all those characters who are never written down?He comes first, lumbering out of the gloomy shadows. Half-asleep, I try to protest, but his fist curls around my collar and he yanks me out of bed. He is the hardened villain of my nightmares who both terrifies and fascinates me.Right now, terrified wins....
Click. Click. Click. The high, clear clicks of heels on marble unnerved me, and it was a few moments before I recognised them as my own footsteps. Fear curled in my stomach, trussed up so tightly that I could hardly breathe. I had been forcibly laced into...
That summer, it was too hot. We didn’t have a thermometer, and even if we had, the little red lines and numbers wouldn’t have meant much to me. But I knew that it wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be. By the time the church clock struck ten it was already too st...
Let me introduce you to Cara.She was beautiful. Hazel-brown eyes in a clear face, rounding when she smiled. A fiery light sparkled in each eye when you spoke to her about something she loved. Or hated. She had a temper like a cat, spitting when annoyed, b...
This is the last will and testament of Celia Farrow. May God have mercy upon my soul. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to die. Mum. Julia Emily Farrow. My mother. I love you. I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry I won't be there to watch Eastenders with you and hold o...