Do you ever wish?
To see the snow fall softly?
And forget all else?
Do you ever wish?
To see the snow fall softly?
And forget all else?
A/N: Just a couple of thoughts I had after reading the book.
The Mysteries of Udolpho is perhaps the most perfect example of a Gothic tale.
Travels through Europe, seemingly supernatural mysteries, and a heroine who most conveniently faints, whenever the plot demands it.
Whatever you assimilate with the genre of Gothic, you will most likely find in The Mysteries of Udolpho.
It is certainly not a problem to see why people in the 18th century considered this thrilling tale a page-turner, but for the modern reader the story is most likely also going to appear unnecessary long and with an entirely unneeded quantity of poetry.
A couple of hundred of pages could easily be cut away, and Radcliffe would have been better off using half a dozen fewer sub-plots.
Nevertheless, The Mysteries of Udolpho can still be an entertaining story for the modern reader – assuming that he or she has the time to spare.
Jim had just picked up Tina from work and they were snailing their way through the late afternoon traffic. Even with the windows rolled all the way down the car was like an oven. Jim was daydreaming of getting home, grabbing a cold beer and throwing himself on the couch to watch the playoffs.
“I want a divorce,” Tina suddenly declared from the passenger seat.
Jim stared fixedly out of the windshield, at the car in front of them. He wasn’t sure if he had heard her correctly. He couldn’t have. They had been married neigh on 16 years. People didn’t just get divorced out of the blue from someone they had been married to for 16 years. He had definitely heard her wrong.
“Jim, are you listening to me?” She had turned towards him in her seat. “I want a divorce.”
He looked out the window at the oncoming…
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Sorry for the lack of update this week, but as I’ve been working over 50 hours this week, I haven’t been able to find the time 🙂
I can’t promise you one next week either, as I’ll be off for vacation, but I’ll try my best! 😆
But here’s a repost of a flash fiction for all of you to enjoy 😊
She woke up, her eyes puffy and dry. She had to blink multiple times before being able to keep them open. She didn’t move. She simply stared upward at the ceiling fan as it rushed by. Her eyes tried to follow it as if it would come to an end soon, but couldn’t keep up.
Turning on her side, she saw the impressions left behind from Jack. He didn’t usually sleep with her, but last night he had. Pausing one last time, she hesitantly sat up and let her feet dangle off the side of the bed. Looking down at her bare legs she saw the remnants of tragedy. She had grown thin and she had no color anywhere on her body. Her skin matched one that would be found inside a morgue.
“Clara?” It was Jack downstairs. She smelled the no doubt delicious breakfast being made specifically for her…
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Just thought I should share this lovely poem with you guys 🙂
I asked the zebra
Are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me,
Or you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on and on and on
And on and on he went.
I’ll never ask a zebra
Back to the question
A zebras coat is black with white stripes – black is the actual color of the…
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I’m sorry I haven’t been able to publish anything this weekend, but as an apology I include a link to an awesome story called Four Walls.
It’s written by Fae Mallory, a published author of romance.
Though it’s technically a fanfiction of Once Upon a Time, it’s really an original story in its own right, and you don’t need to know anything about OUAT to enjoy it.
“A dying Mr. Gold is determined not to let his fortune fall into the hands of his greedy relatives after his death.”
And so he decides to marry his maid.
As you guys might have guessed, I’m quite a fan of Pride and Prejudice, so figured I would share this analysis with you 🙂 It’s entertaining while being more than just a review (though I should mention that I personally found Pride and Prejudice and Zombies quite a let down)
I love romance, especially romance with strong female characters. This, of course, means that I love, love, lovePride & Prejudice. As I usually read sci-fi and fantasy, my adoration for this novel actually surprised me. Having read it countless times, without ever getting tired of it, I credit Austen’s well-rounded characters. Elizabeth is a bad ass of her time, and is Jane Austen’s quiet rebellion against gender inequality and oppression.
The novel Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen, first published in 1813, was initially written between October 1796 and August 1797. Soon after its completion Austen’s father submitted the manuscript for publication under its original title, First Impressions. However the offer was declined.
In the early 1800’s women were expected only to find a husband, reproduce and serve her family. Politics and careers were considered men’s business. The then recent aftermath of the French Revolution had England…
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Sundays were meant for relaxing. Not for having panic attacks.
Clara had used to love Sundays. She would stay in her pyjamas the entire day, watching television and eating chocolate. She loved Sundays. Or at least she’d used to.
Then she’d decided to become a wedding planner, and Sunday had become the day of her nightmares.
Friday and Saturday were quite awful too, but for some reason Sunday had been the day that Clara had the hardest time giving up. Suddenly Sundays weren’t for hot chocolate and long baths, but rather for listening to complaints and working as hard as ever. Tuesday was her most relaxed day of the week, but it just wasn’t the same. She missed her Sundays, and this particular Sunday was particularly stressful.
It was in the middle of a very prestigious wedding party for a very demanding, but very wealthy couple, and Clara couldn’t wait until she no longer needed to hear the bride’s shrill voice yell at her. The entire day had been one little problem after another, and it was first now that Clara felt safe enough to take a deep breath and relax.
One of those short poems that are so powerful despite (and because of) their length – personally I imagine it’s about parents… what about you guys? 🙂
A/N: Last chapter!
It would have been nice to say that everything after that just worked itself out. But though Persephone had realised that her mother brought her far more misery than joy she found herself unable to truly cut her out of her life. Demeter was, after all, still her mother.
Still, she visited her mother less than ever, and found herself actually looking forward to returning to the Underworld. Primarily because it would mean several months away from Demeter, and partly because of the time she would get to spend with Hades.
Persephone wished that she could say that her and Hermes were friends again, but they weren’t – or perhaps they were, but not in the way they’d been before. She suspected that it would take quite a while to trust him completely once again, but none of the other gods were talking about them, so he had at least held his promise to only pretend in front of Demeter.