scotland

really bad first try at historical writing

Scotland, 1456

The smell is rank. It is precisely 10 o’clock, and the townspeople have just emptied their chamber pots.  I Have never been in town really, I staiyed with my mum In the the countryside. I come to town when ever we need supplies which is much less than normal. Though if I had one thing to say about the townspeople is that they never seem to run out of words. The Can talk and talk, all night and morning. They just don’t stop. I am not one to often complain, but I am no good with talk. Back to the smell, I have never been so disturbed by a smell. This is rotting fish and dead bodies, all piled into one nasty killer. My nose, It might just grow legs and jump off! Most of the bloaks here are to steamin(drunk) to notice the smell of shite in the air. “ ahh ya b*****d, how dare you trip me!” some angry man went off when he ran headlong into someone. “ your Aff you auld bawheid erse” ( your off your head you old baldheaded but!) The other man shouted. First block through himself at the other. They look like the had never even tried talking, well they probably haven't. With the fight underway I quickly leave the tavern.

Back at the lodge The smell is better, most likely because we have windows to shut. There could be worse thing than the beds here. I think. I really believe i can get all the things we need then head home tomorrow and all will be well, Right.

I don’t know where I am. The beds diffrent, much softer. Am I home?  I look around and it’s very apparent i am not at home. The room in so much bigger and sturdier looking. Big bed, vanity how did i get here? There is a man, two by the door they look nervous. “hello, where am I?” The taller man looks over at me, but neither of them say a word. How strange. So I stand up I don’t really know what to do. There is a big window, maybe I will understand if I look outside.

I am not afraid of heights I don’t think, but my this is a ways up. I can’t bring myself to look down.  The guards are suddenly moving, and the door opening. There is a man and a lady standing looking quite aloft. We all stare at one another, I don’t know what to say they don’t Seem to want to be here. Over all just a bad situation.

“ Hello Where might I be?” I sound like a Brit, Maybe coming to town more might help….just a thought. The lady turns her head to the side then scurries off. The man Watches her go but, stays where he is.

“ you are home” He says this with a great deal of certainty.

“ I hate to be rude but this not my home” He is very mistaken about who I am.

“ Lassy, this is your home.” He sighs “ I am dreadful sorry you don’t remember but your home is here” he seems very persistent at this but I don’t remember this he is right about that.  Then I see it looking around this is a child’s room, a girls.

“ Maybe you just grabbed the wrong person” trying to sound convincing I continue “ I have no idea who you are and I need to go, back to where i belong” I try to walk out, Past him, past the guards. But he grabs my shoulder and walks me back to the bed and sits me down shaking his head.

“ you belong here, I give you my word” With that he makes the guards stand on the other side of the door and leaves.  

Reviews

[dragonslayer47]

don't give yourself a hard time, the story is good and the only thing i can think of is some spelling issuse but beside that write another one and i will read, some intresting time periods to write, the great depression, the russian revolution, and French rule in veitnam are all intresting subjects. Keep up the effort : )

[my heart in words]

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