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HistoryIreland, 1847. During a time when the country was mostly rural, with many relying solely on potato farming, the Great Famine, beginning late 1845, spawned devastation. When a black mark appeared on your crops, the inside would be rotten. This would spread throughout all crops, ruining your only method of livelihood. This would result in poverty and starvation, with disease ravaging through the already weakened community.
Emigration was becoming common. The New World of America was the last hope for many, a distant dream. The cost of a ticket for a ship could be almost a lifetime's wages. On these ships, death was common. Those who made it were conned and discriminated against. But, with luck, a person could do well. The chance of survival in America was so much more than in Ireland, and many took that chance.
This is the story of Catherine Kelly, a seventeen year old farmgirl trying to find her own way during tough times.
No Wings on Daddy The two little girls giggled, wiggling and squirming till they were both sitting and in place. Bright blond curls and almost pink-red, wavy hair fell into almost identical faces as they looked at each other, grins on round baby faces.
The sisters sat side by side, the grey-blue cotton material bunching around their legging-covered legs. They had to clutch the collar of Daddy's shirt and lean back against his neck so that they didn't tumble down yet. Still gleefully grinning, Melody looked over at her sister when she heard her start to count. Suddenly getting an idea, she reached out and grabbed May's hand.
"Let's go!" Melody squealed and leaned forward.
She didn't hear her sister squeak in protest at getting pulled, but moments later, both of the little girls were laughing as they began their slide down. Melody had been the one to suggest trying to fly up onto Daddy's back, and had started their new game when she hadn't landed like she wanted to; her small wings had g
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 3)
If anyone were to call me a social, exciting, or fun kind of person…then they’d be wrong. Well, maybe not wrong, but these facts are unproven. I tend not to interact too much with others. I’m an introvert…I feel safest and most independent when I’m given space. It’s not that I don’t like other people and I too get lonely…but I just don’t like the feeling of other people breathing down my neck. I’m still polite to others and I still try to be kind to other people, but I usually keep to myself, and that’s just he way I am.
So you can imagine what kind of trouble Sapphire has been for me.
“Master, are you well?” She asked me for the third time that morning.
“How many times do I have to say it?” I asked in exasperation “I’m fine, Sapphire.”
“But you do nothing but sit and stare at the tel-e-vis-ion.” Sapphire moaned. “You act like a statue…unmoving.” She
Words Of Healing (PART 2)RAPH’S POV
As much as they all wanted to keep watch over their youngest brother splinter had decided that it would be best for them to do so in shifts, with Raph going first, then Leo, then Donnie and finally splinter himself. When they had protested, pleading with him to let them all watch Mikey together splinter had insisted; stating that being alone would also give each of them time to process what had happened to Mikey on their own time. Sighing Raph remembered what splinter had said. That even though Mikey was unconscious talking to him would help aid his recovery.
“Hey…….Mikey…….can you hear me?”
Mikey didn’t respond; again Raph sighed.
“So…….look……….i know we don't talk much……I guess I scare you. I promise……I don't do it on purpose…..I just………”
He sighed again, running his hand over his face. Why was this so hard for him? He got
Words Of Healing (PART 3)He was floating. Light shown all around him, forcing him to keep his eyes closed or be blinded. from far away he could hear voices, people talking, the feeling of people touching him. But he ignored the feelings and voices. He was comfortable to just lay here with his eyes closed. He felt at peace, the pain that had wracked his body before was gone now, replaced by a gentle numbness that was oddly comforting.
That voice was louder, but at the same time soft, feminine, and caring. But still he ignoed this new voice to.
There it was again, calling to him. Slowly he felt things begin to change. It was like he was slowly sinking underwater.
“Michelangelo……it is time to wake up.”
Groaning he slowly opened his eyes. The blinding light was gone. Blinking slowly he turned his head; looking around the new place he was in. he was laying under a blanket. Above him a large tree stretched up into the seemingly endless
Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 30
Kai was sitting in the lobby when Gerda came rushing in. "You, are not going to believe this!"
The older servant chuckled, "I've seen a snowmonster attack the kingdom and take you hostage while a man in drag tried to talk him out of it. Try me."
Both he and Gerda joined a crowd looking out over the fjord. "I don't believe it.", said Kai with widened eyes.
A ship could be seen sailing into harbor with Elsa, Anna, and the others waving to applause. Upon docking, Anna ran down sighed, "Ahhh home sweet home."
"You and me both.", replied her sister.
"PRINCESS ANNA! QUEEEEEEN ELSA!", scolded Kai as both girls cringed. "You'd better have a good explanation for this prolonged absence! Anna, you asked for trouble, but Elsa, you should no better as queen."
Elsa stood tall. "Kai, as queen it is my duty to protect my family and the people of Arendelle. My sister did indeed ask for trouble...and it answered." She glared at Anna while she pouted. "And no one was going to save her
Hungry for Hysteria: Blackthorne Manor Halloween was coming up soon; one of Mina’s favorite holidays. She would typically host a Halloween party, starting with Trick-Or-Treating then watching a variety of scary movies later in the evenings. Fright Night was a personal favorite of hers.
Inzi, on the other hand, had mixed feelings about the holiday. His parents – especially his father – had always been superstitious, and he had never been a fan of horror, so visiting haunted houses and watching horror flicks was never his forte. Regardless, he did still enjoy seeing how creative people could get with costumes, and he could never deny buying bucketloads of candy.
But this time, Mina had talked him into visiting a different kind of haunted house. It wouldn’t be one with people dressed as chainsaw killers jumping out every ten seconds. Instead, it was going to be a visit to an old abandoned mansion on a hill at the edg
Errand 9 - CW/SS/BB/KV/WC part 2
Caerulea Woden, Skeletal Star, Bubblegum Boys, Kennedia Vein & Wishful Crown
Psychotropic Nymphaea, Grave Revelations, Drunken Memoirs, Wavering Alloy & Sorceress’ Saga
Just get the damn carts!
“Annd there they go,” Teagan mused, mostly to himself. He watched as the five Pokemon went off to find carts, but his gaze eventually shifted to Saroja. She was beautiful, really, and she distracted him with the way her hand flicked as she moved further and further away--
His brother’s voice broke his thoughts and he quickly turned to fix his blue gaze on Samehk; the Kirlia had a knowing look in his eye and instinctively Teagan looked toward the ground, the very look of someone caught red-handed.
“Staring is impolite.”
“You’ve told me countless times,” the Bisharp mumbled, “but let us be off then. I’m sure there are carts that have already been brought in that will require fixing. Not everyone i
Shadow and the Snow Queen
[Somewhere in a distant land...]
(She is afraid, very afraid. For they are after her. They simply cannot accept such an individual walking amongst them. So they attacked, with fear in their own hearts. But she is more afraid, more terrified than the ones after her, more terrified than her body can manage. She is young, and a girl of her age must not experience such events. Yet here it is, right in front of the little girl, and as every second flies by it rips off a piece of a young child inside of her. It was not her fault, she didn't know what she could do. But it was too late, now the weakness of humanity is after her. She has no choice, but to run. As she looked back, she caught a glimpse of someone special. She knows at this moment that this may be the last time she will see her little sister. The thought of never s
1847 -Part 1She sat on the church pew, her head resting on her hands. Her dark hair was loose and matted, the dress she wore stained. Voices muttered around her, though there were very few people in the church.
"Miss Catherine?" A low voice called out, echoing throughout the building. The girl lifted her head slowly, as if the effort was nearly too much. Her hazel eyes looked for the source that had spoken her name, finally locking on a young man.
"Hello, William," she addressed him as she recognized the tall man. Feeling a tear escape her eye, she quickly wiped it away.
"Is anything wrong, if you don't mind me asking?" He questioned, sliding into the wooden pew beside her.
"My mother died today," she replied, her tired gaze switching from William towards the front of the church. "Fever finally took her."
William nodded slowly. "She'll be in a better place than this," he said in an attempt to comfort her.
"I want her here, William," she muttered, turning to face him.
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