I literally just wrote this five minutes ago. It popped into my head, and I was bored, so I jotted down a sort of preface of an idea. I probably won't end up using it, but I thought I might as well get some feedback. It would be historical fiction, which I don't usually do (I'm more of a fantasy girl), so bear with me. Here it is:
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I have seen many a young girl wishing that she could be a princess. Beautiful dresses, fancy dances, luxurious meals, flourishing gardens in a majestic palace... who would deny this?
I myself was born a princess. I was a wonderfully happy, if not spoiled young girl, but as I grew older, I suddenly awakened from the dream world I had been living in and opened my eyes to what was going on around me. Things became quite dismal very rapidly, and I now wish I had never been born to royalty.
My name is Marie Therese Charlotte, born on the 19th of December in the year 1778. I spent my childhood living in the grand castle of Versailles, but my life as a princess was not the pampered one you may think of when you pretend you are a princess as a child.
My family consisted of my parents, Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, and my siblings, Louis Joseph Xavier Francois, Louis Charles and Sophie Beatrix. Out of my family, I was the only one to survive the French Revolution. I shall never forget the time I had spent in Paris. The awful death of my father, the misery of my mother, the horrifying screams of my small brother as he was beaten and tortured every night in his prison cell, the cries of death and fury and blood, the chaos of the Reign of Terror. If only we had known what was going on in France around us, if only we could have seen outside our perfect little bubble, maybe things wouldn't have turned out quite so dreadfully. But unfortunately, I cannot change what has already come to pass.
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It's not very good, and it's extremely short. I wrote this in about 5 minutes without editing it much, and it's about midnight right now, so it won't be it's best. I have other stories I am much more passionate about, but I thought, why not post it? So, what do you think?
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I have seen many a young girl wishing that she could be a princess. Beautiful dresses, fancy dances, luxurious meals, flourishing gardens in a majestic palace... who would deny this?
I myself was born a princess. I was a wonderfully happy, if not spoiled young girl, but as I grew older, I suddenly awakened from the dream world I had been living in and opened my eyes to what was going on around me. Things became quite dismal very rapidly, and I now wish I had never been born to royalty.
My name is Marie Therese Charlotte, born on the 19th of December in the year 1778. I spent my childhood living in the grand castle of Versailles, but my life as a princess was not the pampered one you may think of when you pretend you are a princess as a child.
My family consisted of my parents, Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, and my siblings, Louis Joseph Xavier Francois, Louis Charles and Sophie Beatrix. Out of my family, I was the only one to survive the French Revolution. I shall never forget the time I had spent in Paris. The awful death of my father, the misery of my mother, the horrifying screams of my small brother as he was beaten and tortured every night in his prison cell, the cries of death and fury and blood, the chaos of the Reign of Terror. If only we had known what was going on in France around us, if only we could have seen outside our perfect little bubble, maybe things wouldn't have turned out quite so dreadfully. But unfortunately, I cannot change what has already come to pass.
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It's not very good, and it's extremely short. I wrote this in about 5 minutes without editing it much, and it's about midnight right now, so it won't be it's best. I have other stories I am much more passionate about, but I thought, why not post it? So, what do you think?
When you think you think your in love. Its just a trick. When you feel like your falling you are. Your fallin down and down intill you fall on spikes. The spikes peirce every part of your body but most of all they hit your heart. Thats why you fell like your bleeding from the inside to the outside. Thats why it hurts so badly.
Love can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when you fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When you fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes you feel. If you think Im right, or if im wrong, im curios to what you think. Thankyou!
Love can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when you fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When you fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes you feel. If you think Im right, or if im wrong, im curios to what you think. Thankyou!
How did this happen, nothings write like a plane not taking flight? It’s wrong like a song with no end. Or a paper but no pen. Were this is coming from I cannot explain. Maybe its ur pointless silly games. Like in hide and go seek am I not aloud to peek. You were wrong and so was I. Are arguments are now in the sky. There done. No redo's or undo's to bring it back. There finished almost deminished.But you bring them back. Back again to haunt me. To taunt me into your little game. But it wont work. You wont get me. Not this time.Cuz my life Is mine.