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My history with Islandia
Here’s the first mention of Islandia from my journal, written when I was 15. It’s also when I drew my first, VERY basic, map of my imaginary world. Here’s what I wrote: I don’t specifically know why, but I’ve always been fascinated by islands. Leading on from when Michael Hillway and Henry Mitchell became kings,Continue reading “My history with Islandia”
Eleanora; or, A Tale Regrettably True
[Hello! This is my eighteenth-century imitation novel, Eleanora (see Islandia, chapter 7). Let me know if you’d like to read more!] LETTER I Mrs Marjorie Waldgrave to the Rev. Joseph Harlowe Adlebury Hill, February 2 Dear Sir, I had just completed my perusal of your fine letter this morning, seated as I was with myContinue reading “Eleanora; or, A Tale Regrettably True”
Part 2: Chapter 1
James was sitting at a table near the window. When he turned to his right, he had a rather blurred view through the glass, which seemed to be made almost an inch thicker by the layer of dirt and general detritus that Herbert Grease never could get round to cleaning off. In front of him,Continue reading “Part 2: Chapter 1”
Chapter 24: THE FINALE
James Whinging crept out from his hiding place behind a large pipe in the cellar of Rowlings Manor, still covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief; being a young man himself, he had to be careful that he would not be susceptible to any Virens Amentia fumes which could be hanging around in theContinue reading “Chapter 24: THE FINALE”
Chapter 23
Olive was ten years old. She was back in the countryside, and she found herself staring into the green, menacing eyes of a seven-year-old girl called Lucy Waters. Lucy’s figure was set against the backdrop of the farmhouse belonging to Mr and Mrs. Baxter, and Olive could see Mabel the kitchen maid at the sink,Continue reading “Chapter 23”
Chapter 22
Mary Maveryck was fed up. Mary was finding her situation quite hard to understand, let alone accept. She was lying in an old sleeping bag (Olive had bagged the bed), with a hard, scratchy pillow underneath her head, and she was underneath her own double bed. It was the day of the firstContinue reading “Chapter 22”
Chapter 21
Albert Tarquin Rowlings was sitting in a rather lonely fashion in his local club, the Catatonic Albatross, and sipping at a wide, round glass of brandy. The guilt chair with red silk padding he was lounging on looked out through a tall, sumptuously-curtained window onto a vast, green lawn speckled with stone statues and fountainsContinue reading “Chapter 21”
Chapter 20
Ethel was bringing someone home with her. “I wonder what he’s really like,” Olive whispered to herself. “Raymond Calzone!” “I wonder if he’s like a real Romeo?” Frederick wondered out loud. “As for Ethel, she could certainly be Juliet. A match made in Heaven, don’t you think, Olive?” “Yeah, yeah,” Olive muttered.Continue reading “Chapter 20”
Chapter 19
The space in which Olive Whinging found herself shortly after the judge had announced her sentence was a small room painted bright pink with little butterflies and bunnies and kittens with cute, cheerful faces painted here and there. One window looked out onto a beautiful back garden filled with large, colourful flowers. Inside the room,Continue reading “Chapter 19”
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