Blinding light shone through my window. It did make my room seem more welcoming. I shook my head and found that something was different. ‘How did I get to my room?’ Throwing back the covers, I looked at the time. It was 7am. Do I get up or sleep for another 2 hours at least? more »
‘A ledger,’ I said aloud. I sat down on my chair and turned each page slowly. These were accounts. Alright, the 17-1800s meant rich men were into gambling and horses. Well, I think that is. So this must be all about that. So far, I couldn’t find any gambling debts, but there were transactions of more »
‘Dear diary, journal, or whatever you may be, Walked down the secret stairway. Lamp dropped – heard laughter – I think I might be crazy. No, I am not crazy. I saw the boy in the painting, only he was NOT the boy from the painting. NOT the boy I dreamt of. The boy in more »
I needed to know whether I could look into everyone’s room. Tiptoeing through the landing, I stood still next to Jamie’s room. It was quiet, which could only mean that he had decided to sleep. I moved a few more steps ahead and let out a deep breath that I had no idea I had more »
…but I can’t think of one! Hi all! You know how people compile a story of their life using YouTube, Snapchat etc etc etc? I guess I’ve been doing that through my blogs. I don’t think that any of my post has focused on a specific topic. It all just seems to be my thoughts more »