So I've started, this morning as soon as I woke up :) well pretty much. Anyway want to hear it?
(disclaimer: I won't be posting here all the time, and I'm just writing enough to be cruel ;-) )
Down the dark, dank, cobbled streets of London the sister's trudged. They passed a beggar/child with sightless staring eyes and a steaming, feverish brow that had turned his sooty face to a mottled grey. A hat lay beside a wasted arm, there was barely a coin in it, but the sister's ignored his plaintive cries and carried on into the deeper filth of London's East-end.
An icy wind breathed down the narrow street and the sister's drew the tattered shawl they shared tighter , they increased their pace; today had been pay-day at the factory and they needed to get home quickly before the infamous night dwellers, theives, murderers, whores and drunkards appeared.
On they scuttled quite unaware that one such night-dweller was watching them, stalking their progress.
Tonight there'd be murder done.
So how 'bout that? do you think it will do? Please comment, I adore your advice.
Miss Tiffany
( OH and I'll probably post most of the story over at where words are woven my other blog (yes I have two, one just for writing, feel free to read the other storys)
(disclaimer: I won't be posting here all the time, and I'm just writing enough to be cruel ;-) )
Down the dark, dank, cobbled streets of London the sister's trudged. They passed a beggar/child with sightless staring eyes and a steaming, feverish brow that had turned his sooty face to a mottled grey. A hat lay beside a wasted arm, there was barely a coin in it, but the sister's ignored his plaintive cries and carried on into the deeper filth of London's East-end.
An icy wind breathed down the narrow street and the sister's drew the tattered shawl they shared tighter , they increased their pace; today had been pay-day at the factory and they needed to get home quickly before the infamous night dwellers, theives, murderers, whores and drunkards appeared.
On they scuttled quite unaware that one such night-dweller was watching them, stalking their progress.
Tonight there'd be murder done.
So how 'bout that? do you think it will do? Please comment, I adore your advice.
Miss Tiffany
( OH and I'll probably post most of the story over at where words are woven my other blog (yes I have two, one just for writing, feel free to read the other storys)
