Chaotic Pink
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Tighten the noose (title subject to change) preview.
Hi,
I'm thinking of writing a non pokemon fic. Here's the basic idea or the story:
Tamara, wrongly accused of something she knows nothing about. She is accused of stealing a precious piece of jewellery belonging to the Queen, facing the hangman's rope her only hope is bestowed upon her daughter. But, simple minded and not too useful, would her child be able to prove her innocence in time to save her.
The story will (if I decide to write it) be set around the 1700's, so any names or information on this would be greatly appreciated (*hint, hint*).
Characters:
Tamara - Middle aged woman, wrongly accused of a crime she did not commit.
Jadian : Simple minded and has never been too useful.
Tsering : Mysterious man, seems to be holding a secret.
Queen: Early 20's, only just started her rein.
More characters will be coming soon.
Title:Tighten the noose (subject to change)
Type:Medieval
Rating:Probably PG, but probably will change as I start writing,
Aproximate length: 10 - 14 Chapters
Extract from Chapter One :
As the saying goes: "If you were poor you were very, very poor, and if you were rich you were very, very rich." But that wasn't always true. In the human waste smelling streets of north London the people worked together, sharing, caring; taking the load off of each others shoulders.
"Mornin' love!" A small man called across the crowded street, looking across the street at a woman with piercing blue eyes and a mucky face.
"Alright then Charlie, how's it goin'?" Tamara, a woman small in height replied cheerfully, carefully stepping out of the darkened doorway.
The man grinned a black toothed smile. "Fine, where you going?"
"Down the market to get in supplies for the lot of us. See ya' later Charlie." Tamara grinned then set of at a careful walk, unsucessfully trying to dodge the piles of rotten food that appeared un-edible.
Reaching the market place, she bought her supplies then, spotting her daughter, careered towards a deserted stall.
Jadian looked up, smiled, then looked down again. Her long, right hand swept out.
Tamara handed an aray of food to Jadian. The young girl swept her long hair to one side as she grasped some of them with her right hand, letting the rest fall to the cobbled ground.
Tamara glanced at her, a look of "knew that was coming," swept over her face. Oh well. she though, then said: "Jadian, be careful!"
"Sorry." The girls face beamed.
"Take these back, tell them I will be there later on. I need to see someone."
Jadian carried supplies, then she headed left down the alley way.
Tamara did the same, only in the opposite direction. The claustrophobic area seemed to close in on her, the atmosphere didn't feel right. She braved a glance over her shoulder. No one.
No ones following you, your imagining it woman! She thought to herself. She stopped, worried. She slowly turned round, she was sure she would find someone looking bad at her. Still no one. She waited, still in her frozen position. A black silhouette could be seen against the wall. She ran to the end of the alley way and turned right, then left, then into the next passage way.
Now she knew someone was following her. Why? Was it even her that was being followed? No, surely not! She was an average person, she had never commited a crime in her life, and she had received so many opportunities. She was just a middle aged, brown haired, blue eyed woman. They probably weren't even following her!
"Forget it!" She said aloud.
Tamara relaxed, she decided to take the short cut back to where she sheltered. Meeting no one along the way she calmed down fully.
BANG!
A sound of something crashing to the floor behind her. A foul smell rose, she could here footsteps, tap, tap, tapping on the cobbles behind her, not too far away.
But, she continued walking down the street. Don't worry she told herself not quite believing her own mind. She walked on at a steady pace.
Finally she reached the end of the darkened alleyway. The footsteps grew louder. She started to accelerate into a jog, then a run. People were following her. Her rag of a dress made loud rustling noises; a giveaway to the followers.
"Stop."
Tamara braved turning around for the second time. A rugged, stained face glared back at her evily grinning his toothless smile.
"Stop, you'll be commin' wi' me deary. Don't worry we won't be keepin' you long, you'll be gone within' the week..."
What had she done?
I'll post up the rest of chapter 1 later on, no thats not the full length of the chapter
Don't worry.
Thanks for reading please comment/give ideas,
Pinkie.
Hi,
I'm thinking of writing a non pokemon fic. Here's the basic idea or the story:
Tamara, wrongly accused of something she knows nothing about. She is accused of stealing a precious piece of jewellery belonging to the Queen, facing the hangman's rope her only hope is bestowed upon her daughter. But, simple minded and not too useful, would her child be able to prove her innocence in time to save her.
The story will (if I decide to write it) be set around the 1700's, so any names or information on this would be greatly appreciated (*hint, hint*).
Characters:
Tamara - Middle aged woman, wrongly accused of a crime she did not commit.
Jadian : Simple minded and has never been too useful.
Tsering : Mysterious man, seems to be holding a secret.
Queen: Early 20's, only just started her rein.
More characters will be coming soon.
Title:Tighten the noose (subject to change)
Type:Medieval
Rating:Probably PG, but probably will change as I start writing,
Aproximate length: 10 - 14 Chapters
Extract from Chapter One :
As the saying goes: "If you were poor you were very, very poor, and if you were rich you were very, very rich." But that wasn't always true. In the human waste smelling streets of north London the people worked together, sharing, caring; taking the load off of each others shoulders.
"Mornin' love!" A small man called across the crowded street, looking across the street at a woman with piercing blue eyes and a mucky face.
"Alright then Charlie, how's it goin'?" Tamara, a woman small in height replied cheerfully, carefully stepping out of the darkened doorway.
The man grinned a black toothed smile. "Fine, where you going?"
"Down the market to get in supplies for the lot of us. See ya' later Charlie." Tamara grinned then set of at a careful walk, unsucessfully trying to dodge the piles of rotten food that appeared un-edible.
*
Reaching the market place, she bought her supplies then, spotting her daughter, careered towards a deserted stall.
Jadian looked up, smiled, then looked down again. Her long, right hand swept out.
Tamara handed an aray of food to Jadian. The young girl swept her long hair to one side as she grasped some of them with her right hand, letting the rest fall to the cobbled ground.
Tamara glanced at her, a look of "knew that was coming," swept over her face. Oh well. she though, then said: "Jadian, be careful!"
"Sorry." The girls face beamed.
"Take these back, tell them I will be there later on. I need to see someone."
Jadian carried supplies, then she headed left down the alley way.
Tamara did the same, only in the opposite direction. The claustrophobic area seemed to close in on her, the atmosphere didn't feel right. She braved a glance over her shoulder. No one.
No ones following you, your imagining it woman! She thought to herself. She stopped, worried. She slowly turned round, she was sure she would find someone looking bad at her. Still no one. She waited, still in her frozen position. A black silhouette could be seen against the wall. She ran to the end of the alley way and turned right, then left, then into the next passage way.
Now she knew someone was following her. Why? Was it even her that was being followed? No, surely not! She was an average person, she had never commited a crime in her life, and she had received so many opportunities. She was just a middle aged, brown haired, blue eyed woman. They probably weren't even following her!
"Forget it!" She said aloud.
***
Tamara relaxed, she decided to take the short cut back to where she sheltered. Meeting no one along the way she calmed down fully.
BANG!
A sound of something crashing to the floor behind her. A foul smell rose, she could here footsteps, tap, tap, tapping on the cobbles behind her, not too far away.
But, she continued walking down the street. Don't worry she told herself not quite believing her own mind. She walked on at a steady pace.
Finally she reached the end of the darkened alleyway. The footsteps grew louder. She started to accelerate into a jog, then a run. People were following her. Her rag of a dress made loud rustling noises; a giveaway to the followers.
"Stop."
Tamara braved turning around for the second time. A rugged, stained face glared back at her evily grinning his toothless smile.
"Stop, you'll be commin' wi' me deary. Don't worry we won't be keepin' you long, you'll be gone within' the week..."
What had she done?
* * *
I'll post up the rest of chapter 1 later on, no thats not the full length of the chapter
Don't worry. Thanks for reading please comment/give ideas,
Pinkie.
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