“How did he manage to get a reputation as a leading diplomat? He’s the most undiplomatic person I’ve ever met.” Lord Marcus looked across the table at Lady Charlotte, who was stirring her tea with a little more vigour than necessary. He’d ‘bumped into’ Charlotte and Anya, a little too conveniently in Anya’s opinion, as …
It was the dip that did it, it always was. The dip in the road just beyond the Mitchells’ place, the one all the locals knew to watch out for, the one that all but disappeared when the setting sun fell just so and the road before and after stretched out in a smooth, level …
A new solo journaling RPG - Wandering ... in City WonderFull - where a visitor explores the neighbourhoods of a new (to them) city. I've turned mine into more of a guided tour. Introduction I have to wonder what Their Majesties were thinking in sending me here. I’m not the most senior diplomat in the …
I was supposed to be asleep, along with the rest of the guests at the Duchess’s house party. From the sounds I heard behind several doors I passed, other guests were also awake, and many in rooms other than those allocated to them. If what I had to do had been less important, less urgent, …
I can't even remember what this exercise was supposed to achieve... The house didn’t like her, Susanna was sure of it, which was upsetting, because it was a lovely house. And yet, its dislike of her dogged every moment of her stay. The way the hallway rug seemed to fold itself up, just enough for …
James had known kids, especially little boys, were active, but in the way he knew crocodiles were dangerous without ever actually encountering one. Now he was not only encountering a young boy, he was supposedly parenting the poor kid. Although, maybe typhoon would be a better descriptor, one that merged with a tsunami at bath …
This is a solo journalling RPG with a bit of a darker bent. I am the proprietor of the last teashop. Not the only tea shop left in the world, simply the last one. My clientele is made up entirely of the newly dead, pausing for one last brew before crossing over into whatever comes …
Rowena sat in her solar, satisfied but nervous. The Dowager Duchess of Gransmere had arrived, and was getting settled, along with her various servants and adjuncts. She would be joining Rowena for herbal tea and sweet-cakes shortly. Mistress Blackwood had quailed at the task of preparing for such a visit in less than a day, …
This continues a story I was playing with a while ago: Wave and Source Rowena headed for the stairs to the solar, to summon the housekeeper, Mistress Blackwood, and to start packing. The sound of horses hooves in the courtyard made her pause. Had Geoffrey returned? Had he remembered his wife after all? She moved …
“Dob.” “Cat.” “Dob!” “It a cat!” “Dob! Dob! Dob!” What had possessed her sister-in-law to give birth to children only twelve months apart? Vikki peered over two small shoulders to see the picture they were arguing about. “Actually, that’s a tiger. It’s a very big kind of cat, even bigger than a dog.” Three-year-old Briony …
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