I'm so bogged down in confusion on the plot for A Steampunk Tale that I'm taking a break from writing it to work on plotting and backstory and drawing maps, and figuring out how everything in the story world works. I should have known this would happen. I guess I'm not a seat-of-the-pants-er. :)
Millie nearly collapsed on her bed. It had been a long night.
Memories came flooding into her mind; it was hard to sort through them. At first, she dwelt only on brief moments that were yet fresh in her thoughts... but then, everything began to fall into place.
Chapter Three
1. And in the morn, she came unto them, and asked if she might stay and clean the house.
2. And they did think it over, and percieved that it was good. And she did stay.
3. And they left, for they were miners; And she did clean the house again unto perfection.
4. And her stepmother, Martha, did have an mirror, and that mirror was an magic mirror.
5. And Martha consulted the mirror, and gave herself unto witchcraft and worshipped other gods.
Chapter Two
1. And, lo, she came unto a clearing in the midst of the forest.
2. And in the midst of the clearing, stood a house, and it was lit.
3. And she did enter in, for the door was not locked. And she percieved that it was very messy. And, lo, she did clean it up. Yea, even unto perfection.
4. And she saw seven little chairs and seven empty bowls. And she went up stairs, and cleaned that, also.
5. And there were seven little beds in the room, and seven desks, and she did percieve all that she did see.
Chapter One
And in the reign of Solomon, King of Israel, was born unto him a daughter.
And she was called, Snow White, for her charm and beauty.
And Solomon had an wife of great beauty whose name was Cinderella, and she did bear Snow White unto Solomon.
Now, in the fourth year of the reign of Solomon, did Cinderella fall ill, and she wast upon her bed unto the fifth year of his reign.
Millie sped up the staircase with the full intention of returning to the ballroom. She didn't know why she was running, in fact, she was starting to wish that she hadn't. The idea that had once seemed the proper course of action suddenly appeared silly and ridiculous.
Just as she reached the top, however, a voice from behind stopped her dead in her tracks.
'Miss Taverner!'
Doctor Rawlings. She turned to face him- he was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking earnestly up at her.
I adore poetry, But I don't even pretend to be good at writing it! But anyway here's a lil' diddy! I'd appreciate any feedback!
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Eyes.
When you look in my eyes,
Can you tell that I cry?
Do you see all of lifes' pain,
Fall off me like it's rain.
Do you wonder if I smile,
as without you a I walk another mile.
Do your eyes betray you?
The way I know that mine do...
I would like to just make a quick note; thank you to everyone who commented on the previous parts of this serial! You have all encouraged me... thank you so much!
First, I wanted to thank James for promoting me to the most esteemed honor of becoming a Monthly. I am deeply honored, I hope to become worthy of that title. In the meantime, I present the next set of chapters for the Taverner Chronicles.
Millie pulled the curtains aside. There she was, in her own time, for her brother and sister were standing over the trunk full of clothing. Millie shivered as the warmth left her cheeks and hands, realizing that it was again cold. Very cold. Andrew looked at her with a puzzled expression.
There was once a rich and powerful kingdom called Modeñia. The King of Modeñia’s name was Karshë; he was peace loving, and a good ruler. In fact, his passion for peace was so strong, it blinded him to the looming danger. For, when war threatened, he went to the enemy himself to ask for peace, not understanding that the enemy did not want peace, and failing to first prepare a defense...
This is the sad story of the Kingdom of Modeñia, and of the brave Prince Zobed. This is my story, the faithful friend and servant of Prince Zobed.