Ball of Colours

I knew I was going to be exhausted, but this is ridiculous. From being rudely awoken with a shrill ringing to being shoved into bundles of clothing … it was one of the less appealing sections of travelling. After getting food shovelled down my throat, I remember being ushered into the very squashy car and driving off into the rocky valleys. Chaos was ensured as I, being the youngest, kept shuffling to keep myself warm. The drive was irritating, long and everyone was continuously thrown to sides due to the snaking pathway.

Irritating

I would like to point out how misleading some so called doctors are. Half the things that they say aren't true and some of them just make crap up because they have no idea what's going on with their patient. I went to my doctor recently and she said there was something wrong with my eye. She checked it and told me I had melanoma. This is faulty.

Expectations

I am so sick of people just expecting you do be better. It's perfectly fine for someone to try and aid the person by telling them what they think should be done, but putting someone down continuously just because you aren't happy with them is just plain rude. You can expect them to do well, but when they don't you don't need to comment on it and make the said person feel worse.

Disastrous Obsession

After dinner we retired to the drawing room, adjusted the gaslights and sat in front of the fire. It had been a splendid meal. Major Clennet was in fine form with his stories of India, while Professor Maxwell shared hilarious tales of university life. Lady Stimson entertained us with her African exploits and showed us one of the tribal idols she'd been given – the rest having been presented to our good Queen Victoria. Then, as was customary, we moved to the telling of ghost stories. In turn we told stories that chilled the blood – until one guest was left.

Luna Olim Maledictum

Chains rattled ominously and a patch of moonlight streamed in through the bared windows and gleamed off ebony hairs. She lifted her head, breathed in the salty air and listened carefully to the lapping waves outside. Her pulse sped up as the moon shone brighter in the sky. She opened her eyes, revealing gleaming emerald orbs that were shining with determination. She lifted her head and her creamy face glowed in the beam. Adriana wrapped her hands around the chains that bound her to the silk bed and murmured frangere. The chains gave a creak and shattered around her palms. Blood dripped from her hands and spattered the floor. She hurried to the closet and retrieved her cloak.

First Things First

This blog is dedicated to all the works that I have done. Everything including rants, small snippets of my life and just stories that I write would be on here. I would appreciate it if nobody came, stole my work and claimed it for their own.

xoxo

Jane