Genre - Short Story. You are on the page - 62
Five Years Passed. Again It Was Summer. Mostyn With His Wife And His Only Child, Richard, Jr., Lived In The Mitchell Mansion, Which, Save For A New Coat Of Paint, Was Unchanged. Mostyn Himself Was Considerably Altered In Appearance. There Were Deeper Lines In His Face; He Was Thinner, More Given To Nervousness And Loss Of Sleep; His Hair Was Turning Gray; He Had Been Told By His Doctor That He Worried Too Much And That He Must Check The Tendency.
Many years ago a young princess, called Viola, was taken from her family by her evil stepmother and her brother, who had just before that killed her father, the King. This had all occurred in a big affair causing the deaths of many soldiers and townspeople. Viola was then taken through very dark forests and past an extremely unpleasant lake that is only known as the lake of grief. It took them numerous days to get to the, now Queenβs, palace where Viola was then thrown into a filthy dungeon to
For Sarayu, it was really a struggle to thrash out a mindset that the Indian society encouraged. With none at your side to support both morally or financially, you must have a heart like a rock that stands unmoved on a stormy night.
This is a couple of drabbles I wrote from randomness. I know they suck, but you never get better until you keep trying right? Comments and constructive critism is always accepted! Thanks!
Waking up in the middle of your worst nightmare is beyond bad. But what if you wake up in the middle of a painful nightmare not knowing who or where you are? And not knowing why you're there or what's happening to your body. Fear accompanies pain. But nightmares and worst fears don't always involve either. Sometimes they involve both and more.
Two men courting over the same woman, Bright Star. They play there love songs for Bright Star, but only one will win her heart? Or break her heart forever. Until her heart is hole again.